Scandinavian Helga seeks Erik the Red
If you like your women rubenesque and healthy, passionate and uncooperative, sagacious and feral, write to me.
I need a real man. Big and burly, rough and ready, hairy, and strong. I love a flashing white smile and corded forearms. I want a man who will lace his fingers in my hair and force me to do what I want to do anyway. A take no prizoners, Katy bar the doors, kiss my face off wrestle fest. A man who will leave me breathless and weak late at night only to wake me spreading my legs at 4am. I want him well endowed and in control. I want to be able to ride him until I cant ride anymore. A big long tongue down my throat and a bonecrushing bear hug will crank my tractor and a tear rolling down my cheek when your finished will clue you in that your job is done. I'm no shrinking violet or a girly girl, there won't be any pink ribbons and lace, unless you provide itonly to rip it off. A clear photo is preferred, I got one too.