I Love Men

Seriously. I love men.

I love men of all ages.

I love the way they look, the way they think, they way they smell, they way they sweat. I love their muscles and their strength and their swagger.

I love the look of a man in a suit, in a uniform, in jeans and a t-shirt, in nothing at all. I love the way most men are more comfortable with their bodies than women are with theirs. And I love the way that most men overlook flaws in a woman's body and see her as beautiful even when she refuses to see it herself.

I love the bravado of young men and the wisdom of older men, just as I love the sexual power of young men as much as the skilled lovemaking of older men.

I love men who are sensitive and courageous enough to cry in front of others and men who would die before they would shed a tear in public. I love outgoing men and introverted men and I can appreciate how confidence shows itself in both types.

I love men who know how to dominate a woman in bed without really hurting her and while still respecting her.

I love how it's pretty easy to know what a man wants and how grateful most men are when they get it.

I love the sound of a man's voice whispering in my ear, and the sound of a man laughing.  I also love the sound of a man moaning with pleasure and begging for more. And then I love it when he just takes what he wants.

I love the feel of a man's arms around me and the feel of his cock inside me. I love the taste of his kiss, the warm breeze of his breath on my neck, the passion in his eyes when he's gazing into mine.

I love the process of discovering a man - his strengths, his fears, his uniqueness. I love how no two men are alike.  Each has some characteristic or ability that leaves me in awe and grateful that I met him.

I love intellectual men and active men, men of faith and men of the world, family men and single men.

Seriously. I love men.