I spend my days writing policy, approving budgets, shaping the framework of urban life. It’s the kind of work most people never think about, but that quietly decides how a city breathes. I sit in meetings. Wear the right clothes. No one ever suspects that the town official could be an exhibitionist too. Quietly wanking beneath his desk. The cam pointed right at his crotch. All while he’s busy drafting legislation. That I can hold so much power in public, and still find myself trembling when a civilian, someone whose life might be shaped by policy written by my hand, can now influence the way I play with myself. It’s a feeling that’s just heavenly. I keep my face out of view. I have to. I’m not just some guy online. I’m fairly well-known. Not famous, but recognisable enough within a sizable community. So if you fancy taking a peek under my desk, craving to see the official’s balls beyond all of his policy, then don’t hesitate to hit me up for something a little more carnal.

I’m straight—sort of. Women hold my heart, but I’ve always found space for something more fluid. I can share intimacy with a man in a way that’s charged, curious, and built on trust. There’s one friend in particular—also straight, also bicurious—and what we share is… complicated in the best way. So, if you’re a man wondering if there’s room for you under my desk, the answer is yes. I think men are incredibly carnal, driven by raw instinct—and I can truly admire them for that. So please: feel welcome!