He's strutting by wearing white gym vest and a Capri a little too snug for comfort. Funny ensemble but the girls aren't watching his bland choice of wardrobe; rather, the tight toned muscles all over this magnificent mass of human cells. His abs peek through the tight top, one could draw the muscles of his thighs buy just staring at his shorts and those majestic arms swung sublimely from side to side, seeming to avoid the rest of the torso, the runner up of this pop-up competition. He passed by with his head in his cellphone, oblivious of the female gawking nearby.
I have always been a special individual. Not special as in a disability or deficiency. But special in that I never seem to flow with the norm or society when it comes to areas such as fashion, ‘the latest” and body standards.
He drives hastily into the parking lot to grab some beer and WD-40 before the store closes at 6. A female ogling at the puffed up wonder who has almost disappeared around the corner bounces into him. “G’day lady, careful there, have a nice day!” She stared and seemed disgusted and walked away.
I have always been a special individual. I am getting off my car. I see him hastening across. Mature, tall, full bodied, blessed with a belly, and scruffy beard on a kind tired face. I can tell he is a hardworking dude by the look on his face and his tired outfit. Hmm. I too am going to the store, and happy I chose this day. 3 years being single, are you gonna blame me for looking? Selectively looking s’il vous plait. So here’s why I fall for bigger middle aged guys.
I love the maturity that comes with 50+. Yes you find total idiots in this range as well, but the odds of finding someone who wants to settle down and treat you right without the feeling that you are being experimented on is very high.
There is so much more to love and to hold on a full bodied man. I am a sucker for cuddling and I want to feel lost and engulfed in a cuddle. I want to snug up like a pupa in a cocoon [me being the pupa] and that is soooo important to me. I want to feel flesh, warmth, and mass. Maybe I have a fetish for bigger guys; are you going to act judgmental when I can maybe proudly say what mine is and you can’t, for the fear of being deleted from this site?
I love the feeling of being smaller, younger, worshiped, and dependent as I look up to him as older, bigger, in charge and as my superior who treats me as his princess.
Did I say I was weird? Yes I am, and please don’t lose sleep over it.
I inch closer to where he is standing by the cold drinks. The item I am trying to grab on to falls because I have no basket and my hands are full. He quickly comes to my rescue. That kind genuine smile fenced by his greying mustache and beard is breathtaking. He picks it up and places it on my arms. “Let me get you a basket.” I blink my eyes and he is there, saving my day with a basket. “Are you ok?” I say yes, shyly. He takes my hand and says, “I’m Tom, nice to meet you.”
I reply, “Umm Tom..” Yes I am gawking, and nervous, and weak. Then I scurry off with embarrassment because I am indeed a shy lady, to [dream of my encounter tonight] and {to hope I cross his path again}. I am weird. Yeah
BlessedI Blog (1)