Know any? Understand them?
I recently released a menage at EC, HER THREE-WAY MERGER, where one hero declared himself to be fascinated by women's breasts. Shape, size, ability to...well, you get me.
In the same story, his brother favored another part of the female anatomy, farther south of the breasts.
This kind of localization of attraction doesn't translate for me to male body parts.
Because when I see a man who takes my breath away it is usually the whole package, all put together in such a way that I am stunned.
At my fitness club, I get to find lots of these guys. (What do you pay your club dues for, huh?) I also get to stare. Fall off the treadmill. Drop the dumbells on my toes. Clamp my mouth shut cuz I'm drooling down my t-shirt.
The jaw of a guy who works out is usually no recessive trait, but a handsome wide expression built by hormones and featuring a luscious mouth. His neck and shoulders thrill me. Solid, sculpted. The pecs, luscious lickable things. The abs, washboard and inviting to my inquisitive fingers. The hips. Man, do I like the hips tight. Neat. Leading down to hollows in the groin. The ass. Be still my heart. The thighs. (Yes, I am skipping downward, girls.) The thighs are long ropes of taut muscle. I like the calves, too. Body-builders' calves. More than runners.
Most of all, I like the grace of a man who works out. He walks like a man of the jungle. Sure-footed, head high, alert eyes, arms that swing, fingers that reach and caress the barbells as he grips them and lifts them with an ease belied by his gritted teeth and flowing breath.
And I am breathless.
And not getting my workout done!
What thrills you about a great looking man? Is it one characteristic that turns you on every time? And what is it, bella?
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