baserinstincts

The Brawn and the Brains

I’ve been thinking a lot about what turns me on.

I met a guy about a month ago. We’ll call him Hotstuff.

I salivated when first I saw him. Tall, muscular beautiful eyes, all around gorgeousness.

He must have felt me ogling because he turned around abruptly and looked right at me. I tried quickly to change from the I’d-sure-rip-you-apart face I was undoubtedly making to a more normal one.

He walked up to me an introduced himself and we talked later on that day. He hailed from the Midwest, I, from the City. We discovered we both have a thing for dragons as demonstrated by the tattoos we’d chosen.

My coochie was jumping furiously. We went to the movies a week later, followed by a heavy make out session at my apartment. I behaved and sent him home but with a note to self that I’d hit that in the very near future.

Hotstuff and I hung out a couple times more and in that time one thing became painfully clear. Despite being smokin’ hot, Hotstuff needed a personality injection.

Pity. Good looks really only go so far.

So, still undecided on whether I’d play with Hotstuff, I called up Chuck.

Chuck and I had a wonderful conversation. We always do.

See, Chuck is only about half as hot as Hotstuff. Actually, he’s not hot at all. He’s what you’d call cute.

But his personality (a little too much personality at times) makes him twice as sexy as Hotstuff in my book.

So I decided to play with him instead.

And well…you know what happens next.