A big man turns me on

After a couple of hours, we were getting close to exhausting the discussion on John Ralston Saul's The Collapse of Globalism when Don, who was slouched deep into the sofa corner opposite me, yawned and stretched. His raised arm drew up his sweater just enough to expose a generous sliver of belly.

Rounded, peppered with dark hairs. I thought of you.

Board-flat male bellies, six-packs, washboard abs are all the rage these days, but what does a flat belly tell a woman about a man? In my experience, it says: here’s a man whose play is all workouts, who pays more attention to his own body than to mine, and who might even follow a critical survey of my own little pillow of tummy fat with the advice to "try the ab-cruncher."

No, thank you.

A rounded belly speaks of a man of moderation in his appetites, who enjoys work and play in salutary balance and who is not averse to a little self-indulgence either at board or in bed. He’ll let a single malt pool on his tongue and savour the way cheesecake melts from crumbly to creamy in the heat of his mouth. A big man can dally with a woman for hours without ever having to check his watch to see if it's time to hit the gym. He knows what constitutes a satisfying workout.

A big man could pin me down good and proper and show me who's boss.

So when Don stretched and I saw his skin, I thought of you.

I barely restrained myself from leaning over and licking him.


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UPDATE:

Read Salon in praise of big beefy men. Mmmmmmmmmm.

Thanks to spiritualmonkey for that link.

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