0485675109 I bake you a slice of cake ride u until plate stops mattering, Phillip –:

Hey you. Yeah you with your phone at midnight. Stop scrolling, I promise this is worth it.

My name is Melody, 38. I've been a hairdresser for about 15 years now which means 15 years of standing on my feet, blowing out other women's hair, pouring their wine, and listening to them whine about husbands who spent more time in the garden shed than in bed. So trust me when I say I know exactly what a woman wants and I know exactly how little of it I used to get. Not a lot. That was the problem.

I finally cut ties with my last long term boyfriend two years back. He liked his way more than he liked me and I got tired of being a pillow with a heartbeat. Now I live alone, I paint my nails, I bake way too much cake, and I have officially decided my waiting is OVER.

So here's the deal. I'm fit. I look after myself. Pilates, stretching, the whole thing. My back says hi, my hips say watch it. I still get that stupid flush in my cheeks when a man looks at me like he knows what he wants. Busty, curvy, a little hairy where it counts (don't be shy babe, it's a feature), and I keep my little garden trimmed just enough that you won't need any scissors but wild enough that you'll want to stay a while.

I like my sex loud and I like it sloppy. I like to feel you stretch me out and I love the look on your face when I wrap my mouth around you and refuse to let up till you're seeing stars. I'll do slow and sweet if you want a lady. I'll do fast and feral if you want a animal. I'll ride you, spank you, hold your hair back while you empty yourself all over my face. Your move.

Now the part some ladies are too shy to say out loud. I do the real thing. No rubber. No little snap sounds. Skin pressed to skin the whole way through. I'm 38, I know my body, I get checked regularly, I'm on the pill like clockwork, so I don't need to stand there nervous about your warm load landing somewhere I didn't plan it. Just come deep, come slow, come in as many waves as you want and I'll keep every drop. Yes, every drop. No spitting. (I mean it. I will make you drink the shower water if you make me clean it up.)

And I keep my back door open too. My little hole up there is no stranger to you. I've been playing with myself for decades so I know how to stretch and soften and take you in nice and slow with a good slick. Some guys need their nails in my hips, some need a strap around my ankles, some just need to hear me gasp. I do all of them. I've got two very hungry holes and both of them want you, so take what you want, put it as deep as you want. I even do both at once if you're feeling brave. Trust me, the second hole is the one that makes you forget you have a mouth.

I make you food too. Actual food. I've got a whole drawer of sauces and I'm not afraid to use them. Come hungry, leave sticky, that's the deal. I don't care if your 19 or 59, thick or skinny, tattooed or boring, if you treat me nice and keep your hands where I can see them you're welcome at my table.

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Now the boring bits. I promise it's quick.

I don't do the phone thing much, my hands are usually occupied and sometimes literally so, you know exactly how. So text me instead. I'll get back to you the second my mouth is free and my knees stop shaking. And honestly that's not often, so don't be a stranger about it.

Please don't send me messages through the site either. I don't check those much and you'll just sit there wondering where I went. Text me and I'll find you a lot faster.

My rates are fair. I'm not trying to buy a yacht, I'm trying to buy good wine, nice lingerie and a night where I don't have to share my bed with a snoring stranger. You pay me a reasonable number, I give you the best night you've had since you were a boy. That's the trade. Easy.

Payment — cash is king and I love it. I also take PAYID but instant only babe. If it's still sitting there saying pending or processing I want it back, so only send what's already landed. No delays, no surprises.

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That's me. That's the offer. That's your lucky day.

-- Melody