Timelessly, like war, sharing true intimacy is consequential — stirring emotions and primal senses. 

Who will be the first to disarm? 

Before we meet, I prepare: A hot shower, the water cascading down my lathered body. An elegant dress selected carefully. A touch of lipstick applied lightly.

I’m ready for you.

First we face each other.  My armor is a slinky, elegant dress that teases my curves.  My infantry are soft kisses that maneuver towards the previously inaccessible. My intuitive sense of your body is the ambush to draw you out. My never-ending caresses the cavalry charge.

I wonder which of us will deploy our missiles first? I never bluff.

If I feel you retreating into yourself, my sweet attention will coax your return to the front lines. 

Finally, when the last of our defenses lay strewn, I’ll invite you into my embrace to join forces and move as one.  

Unlike the battlefield, with intimacy there is strength in surrender. From relinquishment we can forge something profoundly sublime: an authentic human connection. When two people connect in a profound way there is a genuine, blissful surge of energy and pleasure that makes us feel great to be alive. I have no interest in subterfuge or personas; I value each encounter as a singular, mutual exploration of intimate delights and chemistry of heart, body and mind.  The greatest compliment you can give me is to be yourself.  To impress me; just be. If you’re excited, let me share your joy.  If you’re feeling cynical, let me gently soothe you out of your pessimism. I aim to create a space where we can both uncloak and be at ease, free to reveal and explore our multi-faceted true selves.

Slaughter the horses.  Burn the bridges.  Come cross the Rubicon with me and be thrilled as we lose ourselves completely.