At the same time, I've always sort of preferred the stereotypical "mans man". I like guys in jeans, Levis, Wranglers, I like guys in working mans Dickies...like the kind that mechanics wear. I like cowboys (authentic only please) and construction workers and delivery men. I suppose part of it is that as a little girl most of my Dads friends were regular blue collar hard working men. They were always sweet to me, joking, flirting in a harmless way, asking me if I had a boyfriend, teasing, always displaying concern and politeness to my Mom, just nice guys. And they had muscles and big trucks and knew how to use tools and weren't afraid of anything. This left an impression on me. Obviously in more ways than one.
I may have mentioned this before, but I have a thing for men's hands. I like looking at them, touching them, having them touch me. Now I know that a lot of other women dislike if a guys hands are rough from work but as I sort of like it "rough" the fact that he may have callouses and so on only add to it. And boots, I love boots. Not only the kind I wear, leather thigh high....but also guys that wear work boots, cowboy boots (again, authentic only please) and various other types. So, a story like this should go that I drug guys into my bedroom one by one and fucked them....or maybe better would be on my husbands bed (yea, we usually sleep in separate beds due to a variety of time, temperature, lighting preferences) as cuckolding a man in his own bed is doubly humiliating, but this is the real world and things like that rarely happen. Outside of the "cuckold porn" world that is, lol. And I don't do fiction, but in my private little dream fantasy world...:)
Because I'm such an insatiable exhibitionist I'd love to be able to tell you that they saw this:
(Repost from my other blog which Google deleted during their great "anti-porn blog" purge.) :)
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