He is game for just about any sexual idea I dream up. It’s so hot to have a man so passionate about making me happy and sexually fulfilled. It makes me want to make his sexual dreams come true, too.

His armpits aren’t ticklish, so I can bury my nose in there whenever I wish to smell his intoxicating deliciousness. The man’s pheromones drive me wild. (Yes, I know I’m a bit weird this way.)

He sucks my nipples in such a delightful way. I had thought I didn’t like nipple stimulation much anymore, but he does it so well I love it again. 

He insists on my happiness. If there is ever anything he can do to make me happy, he will gladly do it. He does because he cares about me as a person. He also trusts my love for him; he knows the love he gives he will receive. He expresses his gratitude for me, because he never doubts that I care for him, wish for his happiness always, and will always love him and be there for him. The mutual existence of our desire for each other’s happiness cements our love of each other.

He has a way of looking at me, touching my body, and talking to me that makes me feel almost like an angel to him, even as I’m doing the most filthy of sex deeds.

While he is not bisexual, I appreciate that he can still find men attractive, and will actually check out guys with me. That is so much fun to do. I love that he has no problem saying a man is attractive. His comfort with sexuality is so amazingly refreshing. 

He cares about how he looks and dresses well. His style works on his body in a way that makes him just as irresistable in clothes as he is out of them.

He values intimacy, far more than sex. It may seem strange this is so wonderful to me, as I am definitely a very sexual being, but it is so freeing to spend time together, completely naked, aroused by one another, and linger there. Simply cherish the feeling of being so close, so naked, so open with each other. 

I value arousal, deeply. Of all the sensual arts, I feel the act of creating arousal in others, and expressing the arousal you feel is a true art. He seems to acknowledge this by not stressing sex, but arousal. By creating a space where intimacy is the greatest power, and if sex happens it is merely because the closeness, the intimacy we share, is so very powerful it cannot be kept apart.

This is why sex with him is so completely better than any sex I’ve ever had, and why he is so very easy for me to love fully, purely, and deeply. 

He never wants me to be anything other than authentically and genuinely myself. He does not wish to push any agenda on me, he does not seek to change me, he doesn’t want to suffocate me, and he wants me to feel free to be who I am and live my life how I want to. That he insists upon my freedom of choice is a beautiful thing; it means he really does want me, not who he tries to package me into being.

He is so sexually open. For as much as he insists that he is vanilla, he has been far more open, accepting, and encouraging of my sexuality than any human I have met. He seems to intuitively know how to satisfy my desires, and reads my cues so well. I hope to always provide him with the same level of sexual liberation and acceptance, and deep physical, mental, and emotional satisfaction… the mixture of love, lust, and my favorite kinks is so incredibly good it lies beyond my ability to express.