I love men. Their smell. The grit under their nails. The deep voice. That grip. I’ll never get over that grip. How their skin is easily scared. I love running fingers over the roughness. I love how I can be as wild as I want & it wont hurt him. Im a tiny little thing. My big man could break my tiny little waist. But hes so gentle. My gentle giant. That softness only reserved for me. I love how everyone else experiences only his cruel side but when its kust he & I, he’s my little teddy bear. I love the color of his skin & I love men.
*Not white men.