I like big men.

I like a man that can pick me up with minimal
effort. A man that stands at least a head taller than me. Someone that
I'd never question whether they were strong enough to... whatever it
might be.*
This
desire of mine has always been present.
Instinctive almost. My father was 6' 1" before age started to reduce
his height so maybe there is a Freudian element to it. I remember, aged
about 6, being introduced to my friend's dad. He was about 5'5" and I
clearly remember saying "that's not your dad" to my friend. I
couldn't conceive of a dad that was mum sized. Still can't.
This
morning, I dropped the kids at school, went to a meeting and then
walked to Trader Joe's. Armed with 36lbs of groceries, I walked six blocks or so and took the bus
home. (Out of curiosity, I checked the weight when I got back. I am
supposed to be doing my taxes and thus looking for any and all
distractions)
The groceries weren't so heavy, but still, I could have used a big man then.
I
am not a girlie girl. I don't baulk at lifting stuff, getting my hands
dirty or taking care of whatever needs to be done. But at 5'2" and
without sufficient time to get to the gym, I sometimes get frustrated
by my relative lack of strength. I am impressed by physical power and
like nothing better than watching a man be manly. (Actually, pedantic
reader, there are things I like better. I am simply using an expression)
There's that cliche about men wanting a maid in the parlour and a
whore in the bedroom. I guess I want the mind of a new man with the
build of a farmer.
It's funny how needs morph into wants though.
I wonder if I'd still have a penchant for big men if, for example, I
had a car and Trader Joes had a parking lot.
* I will deal with small men as long as they are freakishly strong
Here are some I made earlier:
King dong and kizz volume
Prostitues - yay or nay?
The female orgasm
Fabulous at 40, the reprise
Slim, petite or average?
Losing Momentum

Trader Joes Brooklyn. Sexy huh?
