Sexy Butt

Face it people, it'll be a lie if you tell me physical appearance doesn't matter in a relationship. It's the first thing that gives you the first impression, good or bad, that's another matter altogether. There was once when the beau asked me what sort of men do I like. Well, that was after I asked him another question earlier.

"Dear, would you mind if I look at other men in the gym?"

"Why of course, it'll be a problem if you don't."

Green lights! For eye candy cruising.

Anyways, in return to his question, I showed him a picture. Tall. Buffed up. Big chest. Big arms. Big thighs. Big cocks. LMAO. Mmm yummy.

But I know the limits. And I'm so damn thankful I'm in a relationship with this special man. So I said, I love you for who you are, and not how you look like.

Although, well yes, there was a pinch of attraction in his physique from the start. Being a gym freak that he was, he's been in his present shape since, I don't know how long ago. 5 ft 8, 73kg. Ideal height and weight doncha think? There's no big chest and big arms as how I would always fantasize, but yeah, the beau is lean and toned and has got this rock-hard washboard abs. To top that off, his personality and characters. Perfect husband.

So it was only lately when we were staying together and got less shy of being totally nude around each other that I checked out his butt whenever he headed for shower. Ohh man... Gives me the hardon everytime. Not exactly a bubble butt, but bubbly enough to attract anybody out there to bite it. And when he bends over to pick up his stuff from the bag, his balls hung low and heavy. And his asscarck...

Okay I shall stop. The beau's reading.