I had been isolated my entire life despite moving around all the time. I chose this kind of life. I had always stayed out of the way of the world and watching everyone was just fine with me. But the truth is, I am very sensitive to life and nature itself. I am the type of person who could stare at the beauty of a flower petal and study all the veins and how the pigment was so bright and pure. You can only imagine how hard it was for me to find the perfect man for me.
I had always been rejected and cast away; I had always been kicked while I was down as I helped someone else to their knees. But after a while, I grew tired of being ignored and unappreciated. I was still young, a supple and nubile young woman as pure and innocent as a white rose. I had reached a womanly figure that only few would really appreciate. The figure I never showed to anyone.
My body is the type that fit the bodies of ancient Godessess in the paintings of the masters; natural, voluptuous, soft, inviting. My stature is rather small with a small frame. But my bones are not glass and my body is not as delicate as the clouds. I do have muscle, enough to fend for myself and shape my body into what it was with a layer of softness to fill in the gaps and add to my nubile maturity.
I had never been touched lovingly by another person. All feelings were going to be so new and lively and exciting to me. But I never thought it would have happened like it did. I never planned on this.
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He is a big, muscular man. Burly, tall, intimidating figure. He represented a Viking warrior. His abs protrude from his torso and his pecs puck out. His arms and shoulders so wide he cast a shadow over everything he passed. His legs as thick and muscular as a horses. As for his back: chiseled and adding to his large stature. It would take two large men to take him down with force no doubt. He is a force to be reckoned with apparently. But also apparently not as I had conquered the beast by stealing his heart and keeping him on a leash.