Sep 062016

I believe I’ve written before about “my type,” but, this blog being what it is, I can’t find what I wrote. So I thought I’d write again about it.

First, foremost, I should say this: although I definitely have a type:

  1. I’ve happily fucked, and enjoyed but not fucked, many, many women who defy my type, and
  2. I’ve happily not fucked (and felt no attraction to) many, many women who conform perfectly with my type.

In other words, my type is just that – a type. Not a requirement. And not a guarantee of arousal.

Exceptions to my type abound on this blog. Jenn. LidaThe Amazon. Maxie. The Rockette. The good teacherIsabel. Veronique. And more. They predominate, I think.

I have a harder time thinking of women who conform to “my type,” who are petite, tiny even, whose hair is curly, whose breasts are small: L comes to mind. And Sofia. (Oh, my, Sofia….)

And…. And…? Luna, Rose, Nastya start to approximate my type, but each of them has some meat on her bones. In a delicious, devour-able way. And my type is, inasmuch as it is a type, meat-less.

So here, for the record, is my type:

5’3″ tall. Max.

A- or B-cup breasts. Or C. Or D. But always, always, natural.

Curly, dark hair. Dark eyes.

A flat belly.

Perhaps a round ass. Perhaps not.

If you’re my type, and you like the idea of giving me what I want, I definitely want to hear from you.

But also, too, if you’re not my type. 😉


Incidentally, on the screen, where height no longer matters, here are a couple of paragons of my type:

Morena Baccarin

Morena Baccarin

Annet Mahendru

Annet Mahendru

And, a couple of exceptions that prove the rule:

Scarlet Johansson

Scarlet Johansson

Kate Mara

Kate Mara

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