Smart. Sexy. Real fun.

let’s skip the song and dance. I’m Cleo.

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Soft, curvy, smart-mouthed. I laugh loud, swear gently, and have extremely strong opinions about snacks. I’m a mom, a gamer (sometimes cozy, sometimes feral), and an actually excellent cook. Not “I can follow a recipe” excellent. I mean I will make you something that ruins you for other people. And yes, I’ll eat it with you. Pants optional. ​

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I love food. Love going out, love staying in. I’m just as happy on the couch with wings and a blunt as I am at a bar in a cute dress pretending I don’t know I look good. Music is on basically all the time. I sing badly and passionately. I dance while I clean like I’m the lead in a horny indie film no one asked for. I don’t take myself too seriously. I trip. I snort when I laugh. I talk with my hands even over text.

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If you’re trying to clock what kind of woman I am, here’s the short answer: I’m real. I don’t fake the giggles. I don’t fake the orgasms.  If I’m into something, you’ll feel it. If I’m not… you’ll feel that too. I like honest energy. People who show up. People who know the difference between attention and intention. 

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I’ve been told I give off “fuckable housewife with a secret double life” energy, which, yeah. That tracks. I clean up beautifully. I’m messy in the right ways. I flirt without trying, take a great selfie, and know how to make a moment feel cinematic. Soft voice. Filthy brain. I especially enjoy the tension of someone who thinks they’re in control right up until the exact second they aren’t.

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This isn’t complicated. I like people who are grounded, respectful, and fun to be around. You don’t have to impress me. Be kind. 

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And if you bring tacos?
Honestly. All bets are off.