For Rumple....

It has to be the eyes….it must be the eyes. Or is it the smile? No, it’s the long lingering nuzzle on his neck, breathing in the scent….trying to resist a little flick of the tongue to taste him, as long as he isn’t doused in man perfume (or turps) of course. It has to be the smell of a man. Or is it the clothes? The clothes have to be right. He has to look good. He could be fresh from work or he could be dressed in his finest it wouldn’t matter. He has to look comfortable in his own skin.It might be that crinkle in his eye when he smiles. The one that belies either age or experience or perhaps both. The glint has to be there. The wicked , devilish ‘I am either going to charm the pants off you or fuck you till you can’t breathe’ look that passes between him and I. However…if I look upon the shoes and they are a disgrace, all of the above means sweet fuck all. Oh and being a Liverpool or Man United fan wouldn’t help either. I could get over that if the shoes are ok!
But, in truthful honesty…the thing that turns me on the most about a man is his ability to make me laugh. Proper belly laugh. Not tiny little titters or fake giggles.

Turn offs? Bad shoes!!! lol