"You are brave, tenacious, strong and... absolutely steel hearted with that determination. I honestly can't believe you're going on another date!.." was your best friends speech about a month ago, and you honestly couldn't agree more. Over multiple years your dating life had been as rocky as the Scandinavian coastline, with highs like mountains and lows like oceans, never settling in a nice spot for a longer period. It had become a script of sorts, for you to go on a few dates with a guy, maybe sleep with him if he was one of the better ones, and eventually the relationship would turn sour with plenty of fighting, often including a few certain sentences you had grown very tired of hearing. A fight would burst, words would fly, and oftentimes you heard "You on your period?" "Relax already, you're probably just sexually frustrated" "Is it so much to ask for that you wear a little makeup at home too or cook after work?" "Why don't you want to, blah, blah, blah..." so on and so forth, maybe there was a point somewhere in there, perhaps you could be a little snappy sometimes, maybe your sexual frustration due to the lack of an orgasm in sex with them had you a little on edge, and sometimes you just didn't have the energy to be dolled up just to be with them

And that's where I came in, as the man you had recently been on dates with, now counting to the sixth one. Name was Alex, I was a little gifted with my physique, standing at 6'3 at the age of 40, and I could be described simply as large, buff and tan, as well as a little hairy. My fingers were thick, placed on large hands, matching my massive arms, and I always had calluses and dry skin in different patches, resulting in a rough sensation upon feeling my skin. My shoulders were wide, with a fittingly broad chest, and a large, muscular back, accompanied by a less well trained gut, as I had grown a bit of beer belly over the years, yet I still looked good in tight shirts, especially with my frame widening between my abdomen and my shoulders, becoming even more narrow below my abdomen. My hair was dark and messy, partially covering my boring, brown eyes which gave me a bit of a tough look I always liked, and my beard was a mess too, as I liked it a little wild, putting more emphasis on it when I flashed what remained of a college fuckboys' smile. I was a confident, friendly man with a deep voice, and I carried that confidence in not only my voice and words, but also my stride. Regardless of previous dates with previous men, who were also polite, soft spoken and patient enough to make you feel like you were the one impatient for sex, maybe something felt different nonetheless? Either way, after a coffee date, a movie date, a dinner date, a trip together to a farmers market and a movie date which ended with a passionate kiss, however discontinued due to a period(Or any random reason, doesn't matter), we were now at a sixth date, which was another movie date, starting with me cooking dinner, serving a simple, yet lovely chicken and rice, with a lovely sauce and a plum wine made from plums given from an uncle. Finally the time felt right for you to slide off the couch, and onto your knees, pulling my zipper down, but what came forth measured at six inches despite its flaccid state...

When it came to looks, personality and even hobbies to an extent, I wasn't particularly unique, I didn't stand out like a sore thumb, my apartment wasn't that much better, but the girthy length standing proudly at eight inches once erect, with an intimidating, bulbous tip and a large, heavy pair of balls underneath, that... was a little unique. In the following weeks, we didn't fight, you weren't annoyed, you didn't even possess that desire to argue that you had previously, the antsy feeling that made you snap when they did something small like forgetting to put their plate in the dishwasher, jeez, I even left your kitchen a mess once, accidentally completely forgetting about it, and you didn't even care. Somehow, miraculously, you had the energy for anything you desired, which included occasionally going to the gym despite the dry patch you had had there, you hopped in the shower without a care once returning home, and you happily put on a bit of makeup to feel cute, along with a casual, yet nice outfit, where did this magical energy come from?

Hey there! My names Alex, and my idea today isn't that complicated. I'm looking for someone to play a woman who has been rather unfortunate with dating, without finding much of a reason why every single one of her relationships seems to be going wrong, and due to a certain pride she doesn't allow herself to think that it might be something as simple as not being pleasured enough in the bedroom. But once that changes, she becomes a completely different partner than previously, and how so can be discussed as I'm open to ideas! And just to put it out there pretty clearly, I like women on the thicker side and dislike petite. There is wiggle room, and I don't mind tall or short, well trained or soft, big or small breasts. I simply like women with a bit of weight on their bones, and focus mostly on the lower body, as I like larger rears, soft thighs and wide hips

Hope to hear from you!