I'm a tall, slim, 41-year-old writer/photographer, but feel and look (unless it's been a particularly eventful day) younger - I can still flick a fringe from my eyes, stay up all night (oh, behave...), and spot a shapely female calf (as in lower leg, not small cow) at 500 yards without binoculars. I'm a cyclist, which keeps me pretty fit, especially if you like firm thigh muscles. It also gives me a good sense of balance, which might come in handy if you're feeling acrobatic. And though I do often have trouble slowing down in wet and slippery conditions, I'm hoping that, if you're in a wet and slippery condition, you wouldn't actually want me to slow down.

I'm looking for a saucy young (or not so young) minx with whom to exchange not just bicycle metaphors but also the sort of intimate thoughts which sadly are no longer exchanged at home - I love writing (and reading!) sexy e-mails, and sexy e-mails can, I've found, often lead to extremely sexy sex. I'm not looking for a relationship as I've already got a very dull one of those (the dullness is acknowledged by all involved, so please don't let that put you off...), just someone to share intimate deeds with - initially merely in our heads but then, if all goes well, perhaps under a duvet or maybe in an empty railway carriage... or even in a crowded one at rush-hour if you're feeling daring...

Will x