Are there men out there who actually want this kind of connection? Like, fr fr?
I have nice boobs, a nice smile, nice eyeballs, a big ole ass and I’m a sweetheart if you want to help me with my rent 😏 🫠
Stability is sexy.
This is why I love men who work out. I don’t feel like I’ll break them.
…and they know I can take every goddamn inch. 😏 Then it riles them up and they toss my fat ass around and give it to me. 😈
I don’t fake anything.
Fun fact: it takes me forever to orgasm. I get in my head too much and I’m a pleaser. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll absolutely let you know if something feels good, but getting me all the way there? Damn near impossible.
BUT if you do?
Rolling orgasms. So then it’s on like Donkey Kong. 😂
Basically, I need someone with stamina, patience, and an actual need to please me back.
And yes, I realize this sounds a little like a challenge. Do with that what you will. 😏
But ONLY if it’s like Belle’s library.
…with a window seat that’s super cushy and looks into our backyard where there’s a beautiful little pond and a weeping willow.
…and there’s a desk that is made of the best mahogany.
…oh, and there’s a secret entrance into our sex dungeon.
Possibly an unpopular opinion:
Yeah, I’ve definitely had some interesting surprises. Usually followed immediately by, “I’m a grower, not a shower.” 😂
BUT size genuinely doesn’t matter that much to me.
And before anybody starts explaining their dimensions: I’ve had big. I’ve had BIG. I’ve also had some little fellas.
What matters is whether you know what the hell you’re doing with what you’ve got.
Because if you don’t know how to work with a magical vagina capable of bringing you endless joy, an extra couple inches aren’t going to save you.
And for the love of 7 lb 6 oz baby Jesus wash your goddamn dick, balls, taint, and booty hole or it won’t happen.