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I have never considered myself to have a “type”. The men I’ve dated (and/or fucked) have varied greatly in their physical appearance. Dark hair, blonde, red-headed (but never again), shaved… light eyes, brown eyes… piercings, tattoos, clean-cut, and conservative… nerdy, smart, criminally insane, dumb as fuck. Some were computer programmers and software developers, at least one ran a small drug empire. A construction worker talked me into anal for the first time, and a computer-repair guy filmed my first (and only… I think) sex tape. They drove jacked-up trucks, muscle cars, and expensive red BMWs. There were Baptists, Catholics, and a guy who claimed to be a warlock who shot electricity out of his fingers. While I’d like to think that the majority of the dicks in my life have been good people, the truth is that most of them cheated on their girlfriends or wives with me. The point is, I have no “type” when it comes to men. But after becoming involved with this site, and looking at countless hours of porn, I’ve noticed I definitely have a “type” when it comes to women.
Leah Francis is my type. Apparently I go for chunky, trashy blondes with fake tits, tramp stamps, bleached teeth and cheap shimmery eyeshadow. What can I say? The heart wants what the heart wants. I especially like her critical thinking skills. At some point in the past year or so, she looked at herself in a moment of honest self-reflection and said “Leah, you’ve got to buy yourself some bigger tits.” And she did, judging by these before and after photo shoots. She’s got a little chunkier, made her hair a little lighter, and grew herself a Kardashian-esque ass that I can appreciate. I’m not saying I’d marry this broad, but I’d shack up with her and make her cook me breakfast and take bubble baths with me. We’d have hot scissoring sex and then probably have a loud domestic dispute, because I’m from the south and I like to fight, and she looks like she might be from a British trailer park. Match made in heaven!
