3) I appreciate the strength of a man. I love it when a strong man holds me, catches me, lifts me. I love when he lifts things or moves things that are just too heavy for me. When he holds things up, or takes care of things that would make me break a sweat and he can lift them with one hand. I love it when he opens jars, tears open boxes, carries bags, or carries me. I love the strength of a man.
4) I 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) I 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.