As a full grown man, standing at 6'4", with a waistline of 42" and a chest size of 52". Sleeve length is 38in, 2 inches longer than regular, and with a shoe size of 13.5 US, it's no surprise I like my woman to be full bodied. Average height is right up my street, but if she's 5'11" with a full bodied structure, I'd take it.
As I grew older, I found myself gravitating naturally towards full bodied women. No matter how fine she was, if I could see her collar bone, she was out. Those things just distract me. Now please, dont mis-quote me, aint nothing wrong with a slim damsel, just that, my spec, Id go for one with extra padding. And that's the basis of this particular post.
Growing up, as the last child, I was cuddled a lot and carried (well, also cause as a baby I was irresistible. *smug*) and that made me develop a certain likeness for softness. I could date a babe cause of her cheeks... (the thought alone makes me feel fuzzy), her soft arm or even her soft back, and that's exactly what I did. Nowadays, since women all over the world are going mad about being slim or having that perfect figure or getting into that perfect dress or being simply stunning in a wedding gown or having that extra 'umph' on a red carpet, they have proceeded to cutting their blood supply, restricting their air supply and making their aorta artery even narrower by wearing BODY MAGIC!!!!
[Images of various types of body magic scrolls for 10secs].
Yes, yes, most ladies would argue that 'Beauty is Pain', but why deprive use guys the luxury we once savored of hugging a babe at a gathering and feeling on her soft smooth lower back. And for a brief second, u imagine what it'll be like hugging her from behind or even pouring maple syrup down her spine. And after that thought has dissolved because u suddenly realize u're at a party and cant have ur manhood jump starting, u begin to bask in the euphoria of the ESSENCE OF EVE. But not anymore...
[Slow playing theme gotten from the soundtrack of Titanic stops abruptly]
These days, when I see a nice looking babe in a stunning dress, elegant like Gabrielle Union, graceful like Julia Roberts, and smelling like a bunch of daisies fresh from the yard, I begin to thank the Lord for making me a man, giving me the opportunity to experience the Essence of Eve for a brief moment as I hug her. But like I said, not anymore.
[Power goes out. Thick clouds block out the sun. Candles self ignite. Shadows dance across the walls and roof. Heavy evil laughter resonates from the beneath the ground.]
Since the discovery of Body Magic, more and more woman have forfeited their soft smooth lower back and waist line with a hard rough device they call Body Magic. They have decided to give up their Essence of Eve for that "perfect" body and make guys like me, who would rather feel the natural texture of a full bodied woman than the end product of 10 Chinese workers who earn $40 per month to make those damned Body Magic. They hinder me from taking what's rightfully mine, blocking me from my goal, restraining me from my added perks of coming to that party. Depriving me of the imaginations that make me accept my manhood. Preventing me from the shear euphoria of feeling her lower back and waist. The second I feel that hard God forsaken vest, I immediately regret hugging her and would rather have preferred imagining the maple syrup. It apparates me from that exact spot seconds before I hugged her to a place inside Fort Knox prison, surrounded by inmates high on their own jail muscles. It makes me lose the very core of my existence, that privilege bestowed on me by the Father in heaven to experience the raw Essence of Eve, and it replaces it with the vile experience of the ESSENCE OF STEVE.
[Sorrowful theme gotten from the soundtrack of the 8-2 defeat of Arsenal by the hands of Manchester United plays.]
Would I prefer a girl with a big tummy? Am sure that's what most of u are thinking. But I think the question is Would I still love my wife when she's 9months pregnant? Or more directly,
Would I prefer the ESSENCE OF EVE or the ESSENCE OF STEVE?
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As I grew older, I found myself gravitating naturally towards full bodied women. No matter how fine she was, if I could see her collar bone, she was out. Those things just distract me. Now please, dont mis-quote me, aint nothing wrong with a slim damsel, just that, my spec, Id go for one with extra padding. And that's the basis of this particular post.
Growing up, as the last child, I was cuddled a lot and carried (well, also cause as a baby I was irresistible. *smug*) and that made me develop a certain likeness for softness. I could date a babe cause of her cheeks... (the thought alone makes me feel fuzzy), her soft arm or even her soft back, and that's exactly what I did. Nowadays, since women all over the world are going mad about being slim or having that perfect figure or getting into that perfect dress or being simply stunning in a wedding gown or having that extra 'umph' on a red carpet, they have proceeded to cutting their blood supply, restricting their air supply and making their aorta artery even narrower by wearing BODY MAGIC!!!!
[Images of various types of body magic scrolls for 10secs].
Yes, yes, most ladies would argue that 'Beauty is Pain', but why deprive use guys the luxury we once savored of hugging a babe at a gathering and feeling on her soft smooth lower back. And for a brief second, u imagine what it'll be like hugging her from behind or even pouring maple syrup down her spine. And after that thought has dissolved because u suddenly realize u're at a party and cant have ur manhood jump starting, u begin to bask in the euphoria of the ESSENCE OF EVE. But not anymore...
[Slow playing theme gotten from the soundtrack of Titanic stops abruptly]
These days, when I see a nice looking babe in a stunning dress, elegant like Gabrielle Union, graceful like Julia Roberts, and smelling like a bunch of daisies fresh from the yard, I begin to thank the Lord for making me a man, giving me the opportunity to experience the Essence of Eve for a brief moment as I hug her. But like I said, not anymore.
[Power goes out. Thick clouds block out the sun. Candles self ignite. Shadows dance across the walls and roof. Heavy evil laughter resonates from the beneath the ground.]
Since the discovery of Body Magic, more and more woman have forfeited their soft smooth lower back and waist line with a hard rough device they call Body Magic. They have decided to give up their Essence of Eve for that "perfect" body and make guys like me, who would rather feel the natural texture of a full bodied woman than the end product of 10 Chinese workers who earn $40 per month to make those damned Body Magic. They hinder me from taking what's rightfully mine, blocking me from my goal, restraining me from my added perks of coming to that party. Depriving me of the imaginations that make me accept my manhood. Preventing me from the shear euphoria of feeling her lower back and waist. The second I feel that hard God forsaken vest, I immediately regret hugging her and would rather have preferred imagining the maple syrup. It apparates me from that exact spot seconds before I hugged her to a place inside Fort Knox prison, surrounded by inmates high on their own jail muscles. It makes me lose the very core of my existence, that privilege bestowed on me by the Father in heaven to experience the raw Essence of Eve, and it replaces it with the vile experience of the ESSENCE OF STEVE.
[Sorrowful theme gotten from the soundtrack of the 8-2 defeat of Arsenal by the hands of Manchester United plays.]
Would I prefer a girl with a big tummy? Am sure that's what most of u are thinking. But I think the question is Would I still love my wife when she's 9months pregnant? Or more directly,
Would I prefer the ESSENCE OF EVE or the ESSENCE OF STEVE?
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Pic of the day: Quakes & Arrows by Mofe Duncan. (Look at that lower back... 100% Essence of Eve)
Can't resist posting a comment..don't know u buh i hear ur name called several times by a dearest thicker dn blood friend(Boma Violet)...
ReplyDeleteWell, its not like i gat flesh all over me buh i got them in the right places...its euphoric when my man comes home tired, snuggles up to me and whispers..babe, can i sleep on u..and i get on ma back and have my man rest his head on ma bossom..breathe close to my lips and fall asleep..not on ma bones but on ma well-curved body..
Yeah, i feel u Duncan...can't trade the feeling of having my bum grabbed by ma man for any Body magic..nada..hahahaha..
#WORD Good to know some guys think about stuff like this Good work Dear.
ReplyDeleteOkay! I just had to share this.:D All about the thin ideal.
ReplyDeleteLOL, nice Mofe. I body Magic'd too initially but found it pretty restricting. Nice writing.
ReplyDeletePlease, those who want to body magic should body magic :). Go and feel up whatever you want at home when she removes it!
ReplyDeleteVery Nice!!! I'll pick "a regular workout" over some body magic, if I must look trim. I see that shit 2 be punishment.. I have flesh in the right places,and am proud of me as long as am smart and healthy, nt to mean that I do not watch it,but not evr with a magic body..... Thanks Mofe!
ReplyDeleteThis is just right,i love d post!!!
ReplyDeleteYour point of view. The essence of being a man... have you wondered about the self image the woman has up her head on the protrudes tummy... maybe after childbirth or die to some kinda stress.. she just want to get her figure back... if she wears the right corset she should get it back in no time... gyms and then drops the damned thing so you can frolick all you want sir.
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