A raw unadulterated man!  There is nothing sexier, hotter, finer, nor more masculine.

My Man, My King!

He demands my respect, because he respects me.  Mutuality is what we do.  I love him, and he loves me too.

His mind is my intellectual playground and place of information exploration.  He excels on levels of higher consciousness.  He is not lost in false beliefs or irrelevant thought. His maleness is his core, the primary driver of all that he is and all that he does.

He is the protector of his Kingdom. With him I am safe. I can express my feelings without judgment.  I am safe in his sexual integrity.  When he holds me, I can feel his strength.  With him I let down my guard.  He will do what he needs to do to protect me. I assure him I have his back and he has mine.

Possessing a drive for making things happen, he takes the initiative in preparing for every season, like setting the fireplace for a cold day.  Preparedness is his awareness.

He is constantly improving the things that he does. We seek progression together. This is how we mentally challenge each other, so we never intellectually tire of one another.

There are areas for growth and just like me we both do the internal work. This makes us vulnerable to each other, because we are working on ourselves together.  Even in his weakness he demands respect, when he gives an apology, it just makes me Love him more.

He is a keeper of his word; he means what he says and says what he means.

He is hard working, and continually strategizes on how we can make money together. Being diligent in business, we work together in securing the operations of our lives.

Being strong is what he is to be, yet being strong and wrong is not his cup of tea.  Strength does not denote inflexibility. We move and groove together on the necessities of continual change.  He is thoughtful, yet aggressive.

Talking in the night sometimes till the wee hours of the morning, we are tired, yet rejuvenated through our further bonding of closeness.  We get up in the morning to start our day again.  Talking is what we never fail to do because there is so much to gain.

When I call him and he calls me, my heart still beats a little harder.  The first thing that appears in my mind’s eye, when I hear his voice, is how I rode my King just the night before.  He laughs when I call him during the break of my day while breathing in the phone, and saying, “Baby I want you again in the worst way.”

His words to me, like baby, sweetness, sexy, my queen, love, and many others keeps me wanting to listen to his sincerity.

He finds ways to say yes, but there are times he tells me no. It is when I would sex him without a moment’s notice, like in a line, the car or even the store.  His sexual essence I just can’t ignore.

Learning how to be many things if not everything, he does a little of this and a little of that. His gift is working with his hands and ooh he does that so well!  He does not settle, because going hard is his thing.  We do what we’ve got to do, and together we can do anything.

He and I relate in diverse ways on every subject under the sun.  There is always something new, profound or inspiring to share when the day is done.

He is passionate about life.  I am his charge and he is mine. He and I work together knowing for every problem there is a solution.  When he and I disagree, we get angry but only to a controlled degree.  This is because we are so passionate about what we feel. So we always conclude by one thing we can prove. It is by fact or by truth.

There are a few ways we solve our disagreements.  Sometimes he takes me in his arms and coaxes me into surrender. Other times I may straddle him on his lap, kissing and whispering, “Baby you know I’m right.  This is logical and this is what we are about”.

And when our day is through, we are not totally spent, he claims my punani and I have no problem in yielding.  I can’t resist his sexy sexual force and my warm river runs smooth making way for his entrance.

I let him ride and then I ride.  It makes me hot feeling him…every square inch of him, while taking my finger or tongue and feeling every muscle, and every ripple.  I take my time. Working towards the main vein that makes my punani palpitates, and causes my breathing to deepen into a slow rhythmic feel.  He yearns for me as I do for him.

His maleness is why I want to touch him. His principles is why I long to kiss him. His belief system is why I believe in him.  His hardness is why I want to sex him.

My man, my King is what I call him, because all of the things he does and all that he is.