Some men are ass men.

Some, leg men. Some, breast men.

Not me.

Don’t get me wrong.

I like asses. And legs. And breasts. And eyes, thighs, lips, hair. Cheeks, hands, feet. Hips, backs, necks, shoulders.

For all of my objectification, though, what turns me on, what makes my cock hard, what makes it ache, isn’t what you look like. As hot as you are.

What makes me need you is what you do for me, how you interact with me. How you give me what I want, how it affects you for me to ask things of you.