Saturday, May 23, 2015

I don't do pretty

We all have, in our own little minds, what we consider attractive. I've never really been a fan of the pretty-boy. I don't like the suit and tie kind of guy, with manicured nails and not a hair out of place. Give me the working man anytime over the polished executive.

I want to see a sexy mess. Hair mussed, stains on his tee-shirt, faded jeans, and maybe a little scruff on his jaw. I want to see experience that comes the hard and dirty way. Even before I became addicted to biker books I liked the rugged, messy kind of guy. With him you can get inspiration. Let all kinds of good, and sexy thoughts run through your head while checking out the bulge at the front of his jeans. Know what I mean?

Yeah, you know what I mean. Don't try and say you don't. 

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