4) Appreciate the touch of a man. I love it when a man touches me. I love to feel his masculine strength. I love it when he touches me in a special way, a way that only he and I understand and know that it drives me crazy. I love it when he touches me in a caring way, when he cups my face and wipes my tears with his thumb. I love it when he holds me from behind, and I can feel his heat, his sex, the full force of his masculinity. I love him holding my face and kissing me. I love his hands around my waist. I love it when he touches my thighs when we are driving I love it when he holds my hand. I love it when he pulls me to him, I love it when he takes my arm and entwines it with his as we walk. I love and really appreciate the touch of a man.
5) Appreciate being be held by a man. I appreciate being lovingly held by a man. When he holds me for no reason for any reason. I love being spooned or just laying against him and being held on a couch. I love hugs and rubs when I’m sad. I love being held when I cry. I love feeling him against me – his heat, his strength, his touch, his love. I feel wanted. I feel cherished. I feel safe.
Check out next week’s blog for the next five things to appreciate about the men in your life.
6) Appreciate the scent of a man. I love the way a man smells after coming out of a shower or laying around the house all day. His natural scent, mixed with something clean and fresh, or a hint of musk, or just slightly sweaty, so you can smell him. I have been known to practically swoon over a good smelling man. There is simply nothing like it in the world.
7) Appreciate a man’s desire for you. I love it when a man wants me. I love to feel the desire in his gaze, in his breath, in his voice, in his touch, vibrating through his body. I love feeling the hum, the pulse, the almost tangible force of being desired by a man. I’m sure everyone woman has a moment she can recall being with a man who made her feel sexy, desirable, wanted with just a gaze, a look, or single touch. There is something about it that ignites my femininity and makes me feel powerful and vulnerable; like predator and prey all at once.