A Man In The Sack!
A Man in the Sack.
Come on girls this hub is just for us, but I guess the guys can have a quick peek too.
I’m quite an old doll now, and have had my fair share of love in the past, but let’s face it, once you have seen one, you have seen them all.So ladies what do we adore about our men folk?
I will go first. As a young woman I loved a man who had dark hair and brown eyes, but they are very rare because the usual combination is dark hair and blue eyes, so I had to compromise. Not such a big deal, but the one factor that they had to have was height. I always felt too powerful standing over a short guy. Now I am only 5’4” so to be honest it wasn’t that hard to have my wish granted. I loved powerful shoulders and a hairy chest, a moustache was always a bonus. I always fancied a bloke with a moustache. A nice looking bum in a pair of tight jeans and I was in heaven, and they had to smile, not just with their mouth but with their eyes too, that was very important. But other than that I couldn’t have wished for anything more. I wasn’t superficial, so handsome is as handsome does. But the most attractive feature a man could have was the ability to make me laugh. I kissed many frogs in favour of laughter over lust. Now I don’t want you to think that I don’t like handsome men, every girl likes the eye candy, but to me then and now, that is all they are. When we are young we love to be draped on the arm of a man who has sex appeal, and if he has money, well that is just a double wammy. We dress up to the nines and strut our stuff, shadowing smug grins as we parade past our friends and love rivals, thinking “look at us, arn’t we just the cat’s whiskers? And we were even more proud to be sporting the beautiful love bite, rubbing it in our friend’s noses knowing that we had a real treat last night! Well that is how I felt anyway. But with age, not only comes wrinkles, and we have to fight the battle of gravity to stay in shape, but we look for different, more important things in our partnerships.
What I wanted as a young woman, I could not keep up with now. I want a man to be a man, and to be honest, the good old fashioned smell of clean sweat gives the old grey matter a little nudge. No ladies I haven’t lost my marbles, I still love a beautiful smelling aftershave, but at times that just does not cut the mustard to the musky smell of a real man.I want a strong pair of arms to feel secure in, a little bit of weight to make me feel slim. I don’t mind the old grey hair, but those eyes still have to make me go week at the knees. I am not adverse to a good jump in the hay, but love that broad back to spoon into. And, I still want to be made to laugh. I need a little understanding now because I can lose my keys or my purse occasionally, and I love a man who can cook. But the most important thing that I want from a relationship now is a soul mate to intensify my senses. Take me to the moon and back and let me feel the intimacy and urgency of love much more than when I was young. A little romance every now and again would be lovely, and spontaneity is desirable, because I don’t want to spend my twilight years bored. And of course the most important ingredient of all of these, still is laughter. I want to die laughing.
Well ladies or gentlemen who will be the next one to share a man (or lady) in the sack. Spill the beans my friends and keep the love coming.
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