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Man in Northampton, West Midlands, UK

Joined: over a year ago
Last on: 4 months ago

I'm a scientist based in Northampton and I'm looking for exciting and interesting people to connect with sexually. I'm a very open-minded person and I am fascinated by the world of sex in all its forms

The social side of swinging is as important to me as the sexual side. I love to get to properly know the people with whom I have these sexual experiences with as I think it enhances the encounter

I'm also a writer of erotic fiction and I'm open to taking requests from people with whom I connect. I have included a short sample below, I'd love to hear people's thoughts on it (apologies for the formatting issues, pasting this much text into the bio is annoyingly difficult):

'Stacy’s body was one of which she was not overly proud, but one which she knew it would be wrong to complain of. She crossed her legs as she stood before Paul, a trail of dark hair flowing from her navel down to the soft pool of pubic hair between her legs. Her breasts were not voluptuous, but

suited her slight shoulders, framed by the bridges of her collarbones which were glanced by the golden locks that tumbled down around her freckled face.

Paul’s life flashed before his eyes as Stacy leapt onto him, pinning him to the sofa and kissing him as though she wished to devour him. He felt her soft hair brush against his penis and he found himself wrapping his legs around her to stop her from falling from the sofa. Her body was warm and firm against him, their feet brushing together as their legs entangled. The smell of her hair all around him. They went on like this for some time. Lost in the release of the tension which had been building since Paul’s arrival. There came a moment when Stacy stood and made her way over to the bag. From

it she drew two lengths of rope and handed them to Paul. “I want you to own me, do you understand?” She asked urgently, trembling with passion and the need for physical, sexual impact.

Paul understood. He took the rope from Stacy and guided her to sit on the sofa. He began with her hands, and bound them as he had the feet of so many countless animals, so tight that they would never be able to break free with their wild inevitable thrashing. Stacy felt the rope rough against her wrists. Part of her genuinely worried that she had bitten off more than she could chew, that she was venturing

into something greater than she had experienced previously, something unknown. But a larger part of

her revelled in this fact, in the freefall of adventure and the potential for danger and pain.

Her hands bound, Paul then made her lie back with her feet in the air. He then repeated the process of binding with her ankles. Stacy’s legs had upon them a thin layer of stubble, the roughness of which Paul found strangely arousing. After her ankles were bound, Stacy was helpless, her feet in the air and

her vagina exposed to Paul. While holding her legs with one hand, he began to rub between her legs with the other. Stacy gasped at the first touch of Paul’s large fingers and flexed against her ties, to no avail. She was genuinely at the mercy of this boy she barely knew. Each firm stroke of Paul’s hand built an anticipation within Stacy as to what he would do next. She began to moan louder and, as Paul sensed her appetite intensifying, he stopped abruptly. At this point he turned her over, guided her so that she was faced-down on the sofa with her behind

in the air - Stacy’s was shapely and proportionally large. Paul leant in close and he found the smell

from her to be more intoxicating than whiskey. Her two most vulnerable cavities presented to him, Paul moved closer and brought his mouth to her lower one, the hair tickling his cheeks. As he drew away to breathe he saw how it glistened with heavy moisture, the hair wet and sticking to Stacy’s skin. Hers was a taste that proved unforgettable, one which seemed to set Paul alight. Stacy moaned and

strained at her binds and, upon hearing her, Paul brought his hand down hard upon her behind, repeating the action rhythmically. Stacy cried into the sofa cushion with each impact.

It was around this time that she came, moaning into the sofa, her limbs straining at the rope as passionate convulsions seized her. Paul was far from finished. She could tell.

Paul stroked the now tender, red skin of her behind and ran his fingers gently down her back, before climbing onto the sofa and entering Stacy slowly from behind. She felt a wave of deep, intense pleasure flow through her body as Paul filled her. Still too tired from her orgasm to push back, she

allowed him to use her as he wished, and before long his full length was within her, causing Stacy to transcend to some higher place, her mouth quivering and her open eyes blind to what was before her.

Paul’s thrusts were slow but certain and powerful. For Stacy, it felt as though a heavy tide was stretching the sands of her soul as it flowed in and out. He induced a feeling within her that she had never experienced before. Her limbs were bound but her mind was more free and vital than it had ever been. Paul’s hands gripped roughly at her flanks, he loved the feel of her soft flesh in his hands. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of Stacy’s blonde hair, inducing from her a guttural moan as he began to thrust faster and faster.

“Oh God! Just like that! In me! Just like that!” She cried, only vaguely aware of what she was saying. Paul’s thrusts became deeper and harder. He angled himself downward as Stacy arched her back. She pushed back into him, willed him to use her for his pleasure. Her satisfaction stemmed from his own, from the knowledge that she was useful, wanted, attractive and totally expendable.

Undefinable patterns and images of some sacred ideal filled her mind. Something she chased ceaselessly and unconsciously. Something which she now felt was near.

It was an orgasm of rare intensity. One which left Stacy in a d*unken, breathless daze. She could feel Paul’s seed within her and his hot body upon her. Weighing her down on the cushions in the now fading light. There was the smell of young, fresh sweat and the constant sound of panting. They caught each other’s eye, and both Paul and Stacy realised some deep, terrifying truth within.'

Ash

29 years old, Bisexual

6'1" 185cm
Athletic
Non smoker
Regular drinker
No tattoos
No piercings

Looking For

Couples (MF) Couples (FF) Women TV/TS
Aged from 22 to 60
Will meet smokers

Meeting

Can accommodate
Can travel

Interests

Toys, Voyeurism, Threesomes, Taking Photos, Swingers Clubs, Spanking, Soft Swing, SM, Separate Room Swapping, Same Room Swapping, Safe Sex, Role Play, Rimming, Oral, Making Videos, Group Sex, Gangbangs, DP, Dogging, Cuckolding, Cross-dressing, Blindfolds, Anal, Adult Parties

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*eath By Snu Snu (33), Couple on 1 September 2025 by Meeting in person:
met this lovely guy yesterday, and he had a crash course in cats and putting up with my odd jokes and humour! we had a very good time and he is definitely sensual! am hoping that we will also be able to play with F as i think we would all have a lot of fun! if you get the chance then you should not give him a miss!