(**All Characters over 18+**)
Hey there! This is a fictional story about a woman looking for a muscly man to have fun with! It’s a bit silly in places but was a lot of fun to write! Hope you enjoy it and I am always happy to hear any feedback you may have. Enjoy!)
Everyone has a type. Some people even have several. The type of physical appearance that they simply cannot turn down or just instantly swoon over. Some people like goths, others petite, maybe even certain hair colours or styles. Me? I like very tall, muscly men. The type of person you see as a bodyguard or a bouncer at a nightclub. Someone you would not mess with on any day of the week. I don’t really know where or how it started, they were always just the guys that my eye caught and with myself standing at a whopping height of 5’4 and being quite skinny, it was always a striking difference when I stood next to the men I chose in my life. I’m also aware it’s a ‘meme’ these days that you have to be over 6ft for women to be interested and of course, this isn’t true in actual real life…. Except with me. I would even go as far to say that 6ft was borderline too small in height for my liking.