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I get asked a lot what kind of guys I like. I never have a good answer to that question because I really don’t have a type. I like all kinds of guys. I don’t have preferences according to height, weight, hair color, race, any of that stuff. It really just depends on the guy. So I’m starting this little experiment. Since Wednesday is “Hump Day,” once a week I’ll post a picture of a guy that, given the opportunity, I would definitely hump. By the end of the year, I’ll see if there is a pattern that defines my “type.” This, of course, is done all in the name of science. NOTE: For more thorough research, click on the image.

The thing I noticed first about this guy was his long sinewy body. You can tell it’s a nice strong body without being real muscular. Kind of like a good rubber band. You can twist it and yank on it and bend it all kinds of different ways, but it still holds up…and stays tight. I like the way he’s all stretched out with his legs spread with an early stage chub, but he’s looking away trying to be non-chalant (sp?) about it all. That’s when I say “Look me in the eye, boy, and tell me what you want.” Or better yet, “Look me in the eye, boy, and I’ll tell you what you want.”

A couple of people have told me that one trend they notice already in my Hump Day guys is scruffy faces. Looking back, I guess that is sort of a recurring theme. It might be that the scruff makes them look more like a regular guy to me rather than looking all perfect and model-y. I think good grooming is important, but sometimes guys take it too far and groom all the character out of themselves.

Plus, I love it…I mean REALLY love it…when a dude rubs his scruffy chin and cheeks around in the crook of my neck and my lower belly. Not quite enough to burn…but damn close.

Scruff also makes me think that a guy is having a lazy day. The kind of day where he has nothing better to do than roll around all day and fuck. And then when you notch up that lazy, leisurely fuck into a full-on, hard press, hitting-the-heavy-bag pounding…Mm-mm-mm…There is nothing like a scruffy guy pouring with sweat. You know what I mean. When you’re baby smooth and sweaty you look slimey. When I see really smooth guys get sweaty I always want to sprinkle them with baby powder or roll them in sugar. But if you got a few hair folicals to trap that salty manliness…I don’t care who you are, that’s hot. (To quote Larry the Cable Guy and Paris Hilton in one sentence.)

Can’t you just see me and this guy all locked up together, all those arms and legs of his wrapped around me like Elastigirl from “The Incredibles,” my face hovering over his, practically nose-to nose, and we’re in that short-thrust, rapid fire machine gun mode? The sweat rolling off my face and falling to mix with the sweat on his and I can’t resist leaning over to lick and taste his scruffy jawline? And that will only serve to trigger me tossing even more saltiness across that sinewy torso. Lordy, I can see it. In fact, if I smoked, I’d need a whole damn pack about right now.

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