NINA O
The self forms at desire's edge.
FACT SHEET
Likes Confessions, Turner sunsets, sharing (your) dessert, cuddling in the sunshine, the formula(watch this space),
elegant outfits with slutty lingerie underneath, late night swimming in said lingerie, devouring a novel with the voracity of new love, men who wear glasses.
Statistics 5'9", 33-24-36, au naturel, gold & blue eyes, mid-late 20s. Australian.
Incredibly bisexual. I love duos and couples. Sometimes kinky.
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Where in the world? Melbourne-based in theory, worldwide in practice.
Perfect date Summer in Attica. Sailing, swimming and visiting my favourite coastal archaeological sites.
I am seduced by Elegant cologne, strong hands, being extremely well taken care of. Playfulness, knowledge. Thoughtful surprises.
Gifts Never expected, but always deeply appreciated. Old books, vintage watches, antiques and my forever wardrobe. Flowers Poppies, tulips, lilies.
Lookalikes Jessica Biel, Liv Tyler​.
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Defence mechanisms Intellectualisation, humour, sublimation.
Interests Many and ever-evolving. Adventurous. Open to influence.
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FURTHER INTRODUCTION
Romance is in the past for many, but alive for only a few.
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I know how these things are expected to go. Sure, my presence turns heads, my hand in yours is a quiet mnemonic of a certain type of man. But why be noticed in the crowd when we could get lost in each other?
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Seduction is really only a subject of study for those who haven't yet lived.
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Seduction does not begin in the delicious moments between us, the glint of wet droplets of the afternoon ocean rolling over my skin or the way my lips part around my wine glass in the cozy, private corner. Or how I pretend not to notice your eyes tracing all of it.
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The person who seduces has already been seduced by life, surrendered to uncertainty and flourishes instead of replaying safe fantasies and wondering what it's like to truly live.
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I stubbornly refuse the rote scripts of seduction. A booking to me means the favourite novel you gift me, the enticing introduction, the love notes scribbled on hotel pads as you sneak away for your meeting or me to my massage, the birthday letter from continents away.
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I am selective about everything that matters and I only desire the selective man, who knows these truths, perhaps even more than I do.
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