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:
- I’ve happily fucked, and enjoyed but not fucked, many, many women who defy my type, and
- 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.
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:
And, a couple of exceptions that prove the rule: