 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, To Explore My Sexuality, To Meet People, Real life Freinds/Lovers |
| Marital Status: |
N/A |
| Children: |
Undecided |
| Education: |
College Graduate |
| Religion: |
Atheist |
| Smoke: |
No |
| Drink: |
No |
| Occupation: |
Computer repair |
| Body Type: |
Athletic |
| Height: |
5' 10" |
| Ethnicity: |
White / Caucasian |
| Languages: |
English |
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Octavian1's Scoop
About me:
Hello, Things I like to do is walking on the beach and camping, fishing and romantic candle light dinners with a fine bottle of red wine. Walking trough the city during a warm summer night is also very nice. I am a kind-hearted person full of compassion and loyal. I am not sure what I am doing on this site except I am looking to meet an amazing woman. So I can pour all my hearts desires into the right person instead of trying to make it work if you know what I mean. Oh did I mention I have a passion for making my partner very happy in all ways not just the bedroom but that counts too. I have been through many relationships and still haven’t found the person who says what they mean and respects all my efforts I realize that none of use are perfect but respect goes a long way. More about me, I am a Sous Chef by trade its not and I repair PC's on the side. I also like fast cars I love the rush gives me… Stop for a minute and imagine.... It’s a warm summer night. The cool breeze of salt-water air rustles your hair as we walk on the beach, under the stars.your hand feels warm with mine and the moonlight warms your smile as we engage in sharing our sexual adventures. A special moment in time! Can you feel the sand under your feet as we walk hand in hand in the nights bliss…Douglas? So how about you?
The Cancerian character is the least clear-cut of all those associated with the signs of the zodiac. It can range from the timid, dull, shy and withdrawn to the most brilliant, and famous Cancerians are to be found through the whole range of human activity. It is a fundamentally conservative and home-loving nature, appreciating the nest like quality of a secure base to which the male can retire when he needs a respite from the stresses of life, and in which the Cancerian woman can exercise her strong maternal instincts. The latter tends to like and to have a large family. `Nest like' is an appropriate adjective for the Cancerian home, for its inhabitants tend to favor the dark, mysterious but comfortable type of house which has something of the air of a den about it, a place which belongs to the family rather than existing as a showcase to impress visitors.
That is not to say that the Cancerian is unsociable, just that for them there is a time to socialize and a time to be solitary, and this is part of the apparent contradiction in their nature. Outwardly they can appear formidable - thick-skinned, unemotional, uncompromising, obstinately tenacious, purposeful, energetic, shrewd, intuitive and wise, sometimes with a philosophical profundity of thought verging on inspiration. Their intimates, however, may see a very different character, one with a sympathetic and kindly sensitivity to other people, especially those they love. They are able to identify with the situations of others because of the keenness of their imaginations. They are often over-imaginative and prone to fantasy, sometimes trying to shape their lives to fit some romantic ideal. They are appreciative of art and literature, and especially of drama, where the spectacle and ebb and flow of action and feeling particularly excite them. They may themselves possess considerable literary, artistic or oratorical talent. Their sharp ears and talent for mimicry can sometimes give them success on the stage, though their tendency to be emotional may make them overact. Interestingly - because they give the impression of being down-to-earth - they are often fascinated by the occult and are more open to psychic influence than the average. If they can reconcile the personal conflict of their urge to be outgoing with the reserve that causes them to withdraw into themselves, then at best they can inspire a generation, especially the youthful part of it, by their idealism. A job in which they can express this, and in which they can do well, would be as a leader in a youth organization.
In their personal relationships they are mentally a mixture of toughness and softness, often emotional and romantic to the point of sentimentality in their fantasies; but in real life and in marriage, their loving is not so sentimental but tenaciously loyal. Even if they have affairs (and they may do so, for the male in particular is open to sensual stimulation), their first loyalty remains to spouse and family, of whom they regard themselves as the protector. Both the Cancerian man and woman love unreservedly, giving much and asking little in return - in fact, one of the most important lessons they have to learn is how to receive gracefully. They are too easily influenced by those they love and admire, and swayed by the emotion of the moment. They are also loyal friends, the negative side of their faithfulness being clannishness, the narrow patriotism of "my country right or wrong"; and closing ranks in suspicion and coldness toward outsiders.
Cancerians have a retentive memory, particularly for emotionally laden events, which they can recall in detail for years afterwards. They are strongly governed by childhood memories and since they live intensely in the past in memory and in the future in imagination, a chance meeting with someone for whom they had an unrequited love, even if they thought they had conquered the feeling, will easily rouse the emotion all over again.
The Cancerian has many potential faults. They can be untidy, sulky, devious, moody, inclined to self-pity because of an inferiority complex, brood on insults (very often imagined), yet are easily flattered. They can be tactless and difficult yet, because they are normally ambitious, they will curry favor by floating with majority opinions, outlooks and fashions of the day. As a result they often change their opinions and loyalties and, indeed, their occupations, and lack stability. They are easily corrupted and, because they are convincing romanticizers, can make successful confidence tricksters. Their romanticism in another sense make them ardent supporters of causes, for example a football team with whose heroes they can identify in a world of fantasy.
Their abilities fit the Cancerian for a wide range of occupations. As they are interested in what people are thinking and able to judge what they can safely be told, they can be good journalists, writers or politicians, though in this last capacity they are more likely to remain in the background rather than attain prominent positions of power. They may, indeed, change their party affiliations. They can serve in other departments of public affairs, especially those which involve looking after others, for example in any kind of service from welfare and nursing to catering - their own love of comfort and good living makes the Cancerian an excellent chef or housekeeper. They sometimes have a penchant for trade or business and are often successful as a captain of industry. This is because they are excellent organizers with a good sense of value and economy, which they may combine with a flair for inventiveness and originality. The romantic sides of their nature makes them enjoy grubbing about in places where exciting discoveries may be made (old stamp collections in attics, etc.), and if they can do this professionally as a secondhand dealer or specialist in antiques, they will be happy. More common occupations, which suit some subjects of Cancer, are real estate broker, gardener and sailor.
Who I'd like to meet:
What if...you were that loser, standing in the corner, didn't have a girl and nobody talked to you? But you were a nice guy.What if...you were that old man, thinking everybody has made fun of you? But you were still so cool.What if.... you were sick and didn’t know if you were going to live or die? But were full of life What if.... you were the popular good-looking girl that loves life and all the attention? But were scared to be the real you.What if.... you were the bully and had a chance to help someone in need? But didn't because your friends would make fun of you. But you do worry about others.The reason we're concerned with other peoples business is to experience life through people’s eyes, minds, and words. Then maybe one day we will all be equal and agree on everything. Maybe one day our worries won't be problems.What if..........life begins again?
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Interests:
Fantasy #1
The Seafirst building 76 floors its 4:59
I forgot my brief case silly me now I have to go all the way back up. As I get on the elevator and push the up button I cant help but think about that sexy secretary that my boss just hired. She is so sexy in that tight skirt she wears to work. I don’t even know her name but something is oddly familiar about her...Suddenly the doors open on the 5th floor and the woman I was just thinking about walks on. Going up I say... as the doors are closing she says you know I have not been able to stop thinking about you. She stops the elevator on 15 and moves close to me and says I want you to fuck me right here right now. My mouth drops open and she grabs my cock through my pants then starts rubbing and stroking. I shake my head to awake from the shock. My cock gets harder and harder. She undoes my belt slowly unzips me and lets my cock hang free and says, Do you have a problem with fucking me right now. I say no I would be happy too. She unbuttons her blouse and slides down to rub her breast on my already hard shaft. Then takes me in her mouth and sucks me like a pro. I then grab her hair and help her with the action pulling her in then back teasing her lips with the tip of my cock. Then letting her swallow it again. She strokes me while licking my balls. I am now ready to slam it home but she says, I want you to fuck my ass first then you can eat my pussy to get me wet for your big cock............................ She spits on my cock and turns around looking at me through her legs. I move close so the tip touches her ass. Ooohhhh you’re so tight I scream as my balls slap your pussy. Oooohhhh tell me your name...oohh my name is uhh… oohh fuck my ass harder you scream. My balls slap your pussy harder and harder. All you can hear are the sounds of us fucking like crazy, echoing through the elevator shaft. You push the up button and we start moving upward. I am fucking you harder and faster. We stop and the doors open. Luckily no one is here. You move to your desk and sit on top of it and say come here eat my pussy now. I am happy to go down on you, ohh your pussy is so wet and sweet. I like your clit teasingly and put two fingers in. You moan with pleasure as I bang your pussy and massage your clit with my tongue........... Oohh I know you want more ...............
My Favorite Websites:
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Music:
I love all music and I really mean it
Movies:
lots of Action Films and Documentary I like to learn about undiscovered things
Books:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course un-
trimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his
shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
So is it not with me as with that Muse
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
Making a couplement of proud compare,
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich
gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
O! let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, my love is as fair
As any mother's child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air:
Let them say more that like of hear-say well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's
fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in
rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls
amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's
pleasure,
Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their
treasure.
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