Sexie Sadie's Confession #468
I like a man who will tell me I'm beautiful ... as he shoves his **** deep inside of me.
I like a man who will play with a dog, love his Grandma, and hold a child in his lap.
I like a man who lives his life with intent, purpose and freedom.
I like a man who, even when he is going through a hard time, knows that he will be better for it eventually.
I like a man who is creative and who takes risks with that creativity, regardless of the precariousness of the outcome.
I like a man who is tall. Or short. Or in between.
I like a man who is not threatened by a woman's sexuality but might be just intimidated enough that he can't always manage to look at her directly.
I like a man who believes in the power of his **** ... but isn't cocky about that ****.
I like a man who understands that happiness is subject to change, and back again.
I like a man whose vulnerability will peek through at the most unexpected times - on a Sunday morning over breakfast tacos, in a cafe while reminiscing about high school, or in the backyard at dusk while swatting away the mosquitos.
I like a man who will admit when he's wrong ... and forgive me when I am.
I like a man who dresses as if he has somewhere to be, even though, when he reaches his destination, his clothes will inevitably end up in a careless lump in the middle of the floor.
I like a man who says thank you.
I really like a man who says thank you.
Yes, I really, really like a man who says thank you.
I like 'em.
Yes I do.