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The Erogenous Zone: Scruff: a fantasy

He's the kind of gorgeous guy that doesn't know he's gorgeous. His soft jaw is covered with a slight shading of stubble, darkening his face and lending to him a type of sexy mystery. The eyebrows, dark and unkempt, rest low on his forehead as if to hide the dark pools that are his eyes.

His lips...sweet Jesus, those lips! The very feature that made me notice him in the first place. They're full and luscious, aglow with the subtle sheen of Chapstick, and perfectly placed between his modest nose and rounded chin.

Stubble on a man has always made me imagine the chest hair that lies beneath his shirt. The prickly fuzz on his face reminds me of how nature intended masculinity: rough, animalistic, and ready to tear the clothes off his desired conquest.

This particular unknowingly gorgeous man sitting quietly across the room from me in class could, in reality, be a total puppy; a calm, innocent, gentlemanly creature who is nothing like I've imagined. But where's the fun in that? Come with me as I daydream...


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