“That’s fair,” Midge concedes. She watches as he undresses, as fastidious about his clothing as he is about everything else. Midge wonders if he was ever in the military. He would probably enjoy that sense of order.
Then he’s half naked and she’s wondering about other things.
Her eyes scan over his chest, marking the scars, but also the definition of the muscles in his arms and his chest. Her fingers tangle in his chest hair as she kisses him. Yes, she likes what she sees.
“Very masculine,” she murmurs. “You even smell masculine.” Midge buries her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his aftershave and kissing the stubble there.
Feminist though she may be, Midge can appreciate a man who has masculine qualities and is a true gentleman as well.
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Date: 2024-12-30 01:06 am (UTC)Then he’s half naked and she’s wondering about other things.
Her eyes scan over his chest, marking the scars, but also the definition of the muscles in his arms and his chest. Her fingers tangle in his chest hair as she kisses him. Yes, she likes what she sees.
“Very masculine,” she murmurs. “You even smell masculine.” Midge buries her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his aftershave and kissing the stubble there.
Feminist though she may be, Midge can appreciate a man who has masculine qualities and is a true gentleman as well.