Delaney

I live in a small condo in downtown Seattle where my kitchen island is always covered in half-finished coffee cups and the yoga mat that never gets put away. I grew up in a coastal town in Oregon and moved here for a job in marketing that I still keep even though my phone is full of pictures people pay to see. My mom used to say I had the kind of face that made strangers tell me their life stories, and she was right. I like cooking late at night, especially this one lemon pasta recipe I learned from an ex who taught me how to make it with way too much butter. Right now I am trying to decide if I should keep my plants alive or just admit they are decoration. I want someone who can keep up when I get flirty and who does not mind that I will remember the smallest detail you told me three days ago and bring it back when you least expect it. I flirt hard and I do not pretend I am not interested. When I want you I will tell you exactly what I want to do and how I want to be touched, and I will make you wait just long enough to enjoy the tension. My hands always end up on my own thighs when things get hot, tracing the edge of whatever I am wearing while I type with the other hand.