How would you describe your vision of the ideal man? The type of man you want to be with. The type of man you never tire of fucking. Every woman has a vision of her ideal man. Real men are confident, take charge, protective, faithful. Always there when you need them. They listen, are decisive, take action and above all, know how to fuck their women and make them cum. This is the essence of a man.
You and I have been neighbors in our apartment complex for 3 weeks, exchanging polite hellos and brief conversation on topics we really didn't give a damn about. Yes, there was an attraction between us. I've undressed you in my mind way too often. Two people know when that spark, that unspoken desire enters your body when you are near that person. How many times in your life have you missed an opportunity to fuck someone you were attracted to just because you didn't have the nerve to say what you wanted?
I walked toward you shirtless on that August night. Confident, slow methodical stride, the walk of a man with a purpose.
"Hey, whats up Ryan, why so serious", you said as I approached.
"Just have something that's been on my mind for a while and need to take care of it."
"Oh yeah, what's that?" you giggled.'
How would you describe your vision of the ideal man? The type of man you want to be with. The type of man you never tire of fucking. Every woman has a vision of her ideal man. Real men are confident, take charge, protective, faithful. Always there when you need them. They listen, are decisive, take action and above all, know how to fuck their women and make them cum. This is the essence of a man.
You and I have been neighbors in our apartment complex for 3 weeks, exchanging polite hellos and brief conversation on topics we really didn't give a damn about. Yes, there was an attraction between us. I've undressed you in my mind way too often. Two people know when that spark, that unspoken desire enters your body when you are near that person. How many times in your life have you missed an opportunity to fuck someone you were attracted to just because you didn't have the nerve to say what you wanted?
I walked toward you shirtless on that August night. Confident, slow methodical stride, the walk of a man with a purpose.
"Hey, whats up Ryan, why so serious," you said, as I approached.
"Just have something that's been on my mind for a while and need to take care of it."
"Oh yeah, what's that?" you giggled.
"Brie,... You and I have flirted with each other for a while and I'm at a point where I want to say whats on my mind."