On the outside, I'm a white, 6ft, 169 lbs runner, bodybuilder / writer / telecom professional with a 31 inch waist.On the inside, I long for a level of intellectual stimulation and physical passion that has gone unfulfilled most of my life. I'm addicted to playful, intelligent wit. I need to hold the back of a woman's head as I gently press her lips against mine. The feel of a vivacious woman against me, our hands soothing each others curves and muscles. Eyes alive with impish glee. The thrill of getting to explore someone new or someone deeper.All this knowing that our attraction, desire and intentions are mutual. Lazy tongues moving languidly from head to toe, taking long detours to tantalize and slowly burrow into dark recesses without restraint.I realize that an attractive woman can enter a night club and have most any man she sees. Perhaps, like me, the club scene--while fun--is time consuming and not always fruitful. Still, I can't imagine a fulfilling life without filling this drive to make women laugh and lose themselves inside evocative conversation or waves of uncontrolled pleasure.