Jazz, wild, no rules… I see the picture.
But even jazz has rhythm—you can’t just throw notes together and call it music.
So tell me… if we were improvising this “animal” part, what’s your first move?
And before we dive too deep… just curious, are you married? Or completely free like you say?
Mutual pleasure… a partnership of desire…
Sounds tempting. But partnerships have one rule: both sides give, and both sides discover.
So tell me—what would *you* bring into this little “joint endeavor” first?
And while we’re discovering things… I’m curious—are you in Iran or somewhere else?
And should I be careful… or is there a wife in the picture?
Hmm… freedom without judgment is a rare promise.
But power like that goes both ways—you give it, you share it, and then you see what the other person is truly capable of.
So if I really had that space with you, are you sure you could handle everything that might surface?