Yes Ms. X,
I would indeed love to fuck-suck-and-whatever-else the woman in the photograph. But bodies are usually attached to minds, and the mind belonging to the body in the photograph is not one I choose to deal with at this particular time. Would prefer in general to limit my engagements with the “opposite sex” to friendly chit-chat and/or sex and/or hearing someone say something I don’t already know.
You don’t send a photo like that unless you either want to incite immediate desire for sex, which did indeed work — as i said, sex as pure activity is always of interest to me; “drama,” so called, is neither pure nor necessary; we make our own dramas out of our own expectations and imaginary notions of how reality should “behave” — or as a lure or advertisement to keep someone interested in the possibility of a future “relationship” where all the actors perform their roles as planned; no conflict, or “drama” involved, just the actors on-stage performing their roles as defined by your script.
Again: too old for “romance;” too young for sexless, sweetness of Maw and Paw type friendship.
Just wanna suck, fuck, and talk. Or better yet, suck, fuck, then listen: to a woman of profundity, insight, wisdom, anything radical or new. I want my mind blown as well as my dick. But no such pillow talk forthcoming. So…”cast a cold eye on life, on death. Horseman, pass by!”