I am addicted to think about a man who has a dark skin tone and well-built arms and shoulders-especially the shoulders, which I'm in love with. He has dark buzzcut hair and a stubble paired with a bold, stunning mustache. His eyes are dark yet dreamy, with defined but not overly villainous eyebrows. His body fascinates me-toned and built, but not overly muscular, just the perfect touch of strength. His thighs and legs are thick in the most manly and ideal way. His arms are long and toned, and he stands at the perfect height: 187 cm. Most importantly, he has the most beautiful cock in the world and the most meaningful eyes I've ever seen. I want to see every detail of this man I admire in my dreams. I don't want to be in there- I just want to see him laying down in my couch, with candlelight glowing in front of him, making the oil on his body glisten. I want the atmosphere to be dim and intimate. I want to see his penis hold by him roughly.

I addicted to think this fantasy about my man,

My only man... who is not with me anymore.

I belive he loves me in his way and not ready to commit due to his age. He is younger than me. Just two years but I am young too. We are not ready to ultimate union. But one day we will. And that day, I will be the most pleased woman in the world. I am waiting and getting ready for him every moment of my being.