The gays call them “disco titts”. Whatever you call them, just make sure you have them. The age of the out of shape man is over. Men are expected to have taut, defined stomachs and a great set of pecs, and not to mention buns of steel.
Us poor men have become sex objects. Buffed, waxed and plucked to within an inch of our masculinity! It’s awful, right?
We love it. Men are like peacocks, strutting about, shaking their booties and flexing their titts for all and sundry to admire.
Some may say that we have become self-preening divas.
And they would be right. Perfect tans, white teeth, well groomed. We look good.
Hell, we can even do looking ‘rough’ with panache. Designer stubble, bed head, ruffled clothes, come to bed eyes. Yes girls, that’s right, it’s an artificially crafted look.
Why do we do it?
Because we want you!
We want you a lot, and we are willing to kill ourselves in the gym and spend a small fortune on looking good to attract you. So, next time you see a guy spending ages looking at himself, remember that it’s all about you!
Are men too prissy and delicate these days?
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