NSFW: This is lovely. What an ode to manhood, honest, adventurous, and straightforward - ....but now I feel as if I should add my own. Because I'm kind of partial to men as well. - Taps mic- is this on? https://twitter.com/Rebrebgame/status/1254079921946845189

Sweat and leather, denim and chain - dry skin from hard days - laboring hard in the field, the yard, the office - doing his best and it never feels good enough. Paper pusher or hands drenched in oil, shy voiced or loud across the lot -
all the things from every male with a cock.

Your smells. Oh lord. Help me your smells. the one at the back of your neck, just under your hairline, the one under your jaw by that Adam's apple that only men have, the one down your sternum, and the one under your hard working, tight holding, won't let me down arms-

The hot ready, wet slick, exercised, or caught in a car with no air, unique, individual smell of a man, whose balls have dropped and whose cock gets hard. Your skin, your clothes, why else would I want to wear them unwashed, your smell in me and on me and over me - your smell -

guarding me from lonely in the night. Mixed with what you love, your effort and your play, your clean and your dirty, all the parts of your day- that one of a kind only you smell. And I haven't even crawled down your spine yet to your ass, nuzzled through the hair on your chest

I'm still chasing flavors, mapping differences in skin, and muscle tone, hair and texture. I'm still feeling things on my mouth, my face and tasting on my tongue. Memorizing you. Imprinting you. Finding you. All of you the differences in the things that make you men -

I'm not looking for perfection, for mirror competition, I'm wanting connection, to see and be seen...and finding your scent, owning your sent, being givin' the freedom to drink you down on a personal level is an honor and a privilege I won't laugh or smirk - no matter what work

He does all day. Strong and kind mean more than muscle and fine - I'll see those first as my hand grips his firm, hair roughened thighs and I'll chase those scents down, my mouth watering, my heart beating, to find the root of a man, the pleasure of a man, the heat of a man.

Face that cock down, trace every vein, know the weight of him, the color of him, where to tease and where to linger. I prefer natural. Natural curls in my nose, against my cheeks, lips and tongue, spring, rough, right, but I'd take any that was ready. And the smell there,

the one of a kind, hot, raw smell there.
The best smell a man can give a woman. Fresh from the shower, fresh in the morning, ready and hard - Oh I'd take that smell, that skin, that effort, I'd take him where ever he wanted to go, morning and day and into dark night...