A Big Man….(unfinished).

I’ve always appreciated and enjoyed a Big Man’s approach to love making. The term is used loosely to describe a man who is cocky as hell, smooth with an inescapably sweet enough smile to woo your panties off.

For me usually he is built just a little more than enough, over six feet tall, goat tee, confident enough to have a woman on each arm and strut through a room like a King, knowing the women want him and that the men wish they could ignore their partner’s knowing response. He’s usually 35 – 50 years old and someone else’s Boogie, the man she married and will love forever even if it’s over.

There’s just something about a man who can spend 4 hours in a day or night making love to your body and fucking you into exhaustion. He knows how to give you time to ready him and yourself for the task ahead. He is open to position suggestion and a connoisseur of cunnilingus, he aims to please at all costs. His candour is brutal but somehow he manages to make you feel like you’re the only one he has. He makes you think just enough about him when you’re apart and you aren’t quite sure if its his swagger, his slow grind, his tongue or the money he spends. His magnetic pull while in the same room, knowing how sensitive he is to your touch, remembering that slow low groan when you covered his thumb with your lips, signals his power and vulnerability…..he makes sex a priceless treasure. That’s a Big man.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s always space in the mix for a “fucker” too, cause after all, it all ends up in a fuck. But a Big Man knows when to apply the pressure and when to ease back. He challenges you to stay the course, he tells you bullshit as he delivers each stroke (everything but calling me a bitch that one pisses me off), he is not afraid to tell you how hot, wet and good the pussy feels. He, because he knows love making takes time, can break the stride and watch you go down executing a plan to make him moan even louder still…… and A Big man occasionally will.

He knows how to wrap his fingers around your neck and squeeze as you build toward a cum, exerting just enough force to make you excitedly heady.

He knows when to be my man and when to be my bitch……and he enjoys the reversal of the roles cause he also knows that with one stroke he can trade the places.