I force you up against the wall, look you over, then press my body against yours. Sound fun?
We meet for coffee. You like that I'm attractive but not arrogant. In the middle of our conversation, you feel my hand slide deliberately up your skirt along your inner thigh. Your face tells me you're surprised, but like the aggressiveness. The pads of my fingers touch your panties, softly at first. I lean into your ear and whisper, "I want to taste you." You can feel my lips lightly touch your ear as I speak; it tickles. The realization that you can get what you deserve if you want it drives adrenaline through your veins and makes you wet.
Intelligent conversation, latent wild side, sex drive, discretion; Men and women have different privileges on this site. I cannot write you a note. If I think you're interesting, all I can do is wink.