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Call me Charlie. Your own doe-eyed, ‘up to no good’ libertine and classic beauty with velvet skin, bee-stung lips and timeless charm. Do you have a weak spot for long-legged brunettes (I strike an impressive figure at 6’-0”) that remind you of that one French actress whose name you can’t quite recall? Then I may be just the one you’ve been looking for. I’ve been gifted with a special skill. In this world of disenchantment - full of unsatisfying distractions, monotony, ever-growing technological mediation, with less and less chances to truly connect – I’ve been told that I can tilt reality just enough to make it appear enchanted once again. My open and magnetic presence is bright enough to light up others around me, and locking eyes with me might feel like being transfixed by a bonfire. Time with me may be many things, but without a doubt it will be a break from the ordinary. And as a shameless lover of excess, I am always looking for ways to enhance our capacity to feel more to taste more to give more to take more. My cup runneth over. Let’s salivate over the divine but fleeting textures and sensations of a seven-course feast, become undone in the presence of artistry and the release of pent-up perversions, revel in pure joy and abandon. Together. I’m way too curious and playful to be tamed by the rules of society, too hedonistic to be satisfied by the mundane, too carnal to deny the pleasures of the body. The great poet Mary Oliver once urged us to 'let the soft animal of your body love what it loves,' and for me, that is a great calling if I’ve ever heard one. There’s nothing I enjoy more than indulging in all that we can taste, feel, see, think of, do and desire. I long for a rich and exhilarating existence — full of twists, turns, and plenty of scintillating and salacious stories to tell. And I’m looking for partners in crime who want the same. I double dare you to come and get me, lover.