He isn’t just wonderful — he’s the kind of wonderful that sneaks into your bones and lingers. The kind that makes you laugh when you don’t want to, that listens when you can barely find words, that sees you in a way that feels both comforting and exciting. Being around Samuel is like remembering that life isn’t supposed to be endured — it’s meant to be savoured, shared, and sometimes swallowed whole. As a lover, Samuel is unapologetically sensual — the kind who reminded me that intimacy is equal parts play and poetry. There’s definately a wicked sparkle in his eye, a cheeky daring that keeps me on my toes, and yet beneath that, a generosity of touch that makes every moment electric. Sexy doesn’t quite cover it — he’s the kind of lover who makes you want to show up radically as you are without artifice, to match his heat with your own courage. He offers not only the art of delightful conversation, but the craftsmanship of a devouring kiss and deftly attentive hands. But what makes Samuel truly extraordinary isn’t just the laughter or the fire — it’s the depth and freedom to be. He does the work to listen and seems to genuinely care about what it is for me (and you if you dare) to be a woman and to want more — more than roles, more than expectations, more than the tidy boxes the world hands us. Samuel reminds me that wanting more isn’t selfish, it’s sacred. It’s an act of self-respect. It’s how I find joy, passion, and meaning in equal measure. Spending time with Samuel is proof that I can be soft and strong, playful and profound, lover and leader, all at once. To know him is to be reminded that life is richer when I dare to crave more — and to take it with both hands.