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Books about real men, and how they treat their women

How they spoil them How they want them and most of all, how they pleasure them

I used to think it was silly to fantasize soto ith but your iht

Except for the lack of a irl can dream

There is one real h

But it’s silly

I don’t ever dare think about that for too long I’ve only seen him maybe once in four years

He does soh when I read

Sometimes

Okay, like every time

He’s the senior coach for the ymnastics team Don’t even know his name but every tis

He’s an older guy, forty I’d guess Built like a real athlete too, not like the football coaches who shout about their past achievements but only have a beer belly to show for it today

No, this is a real man like I said

Well over six feet, short dark hair, and a V-shaped torso that flexes under his tracksuit showing every inch of him is pure muscle

I passed the gyain

It was after classes and he was on his own, didn’t seehim

He’d stripped down to an athletic shirt and short shorts, using his huge powerful ar his palms with chalk

I heldto ether, his shoulders expanding as they took his weight

The front of his shortsthere

I shivered, feeling a slick wet heat for instantly in my own front

He used all his strength to hoist hiusted cry of defeat and dis at his back

Cursing hi

His growl of failure met my own involuntary sound,deep inside me move with him

Our eyes met, but only for a moment before I scurried off like some startled fat rabbit

A guy like that, older or not What could he ever possibly see in me?