I Love Biceps

What? Is the title not sufficient? Did you expect something more eloquent? I absolutely love men’s biceps. Sometimes I really, truly wish I was not sexually attracted to men. And maybe I could start to convince myself that was true… If I didn’t lose my god damn mind every time I saw a man do anything that flexed his arms. I love biceps. And triceps. And vascular forearms.

I love D cup boobs on women and men alike. Admittedly, my preferred shape varies a bit between the two. But being able to grab two handfuls of pecs, before running my hands up and over defined clavicles and muscular shoulders and then back down aforementioned triceps and veins, is such a turn on.

I love watching a man use power tools. Or play an instrument. Or drive stick. Or choke me. Wow, a man's arm looks good while he chokes me.

The place I kiss most on a man I love is probably a stubbly cheek, followed by his lips. And then his neck. But in fourth place is definitely his biceps. Especially in missionary. A kiss when it’s gentle and my nails marking his triceps when it’s rough.

Dakota doesn’t have huge arms but they are defined. The trait I find more important actually. I’ve always liked his arms. Especially the scar there. I like to trace it.

This isn’t a long post. It isn’t a deep one. I just, very simply, am kind of horny and daydreaming about arms.