Roxy 1 (844) 332-2639 Ext 414
I love a boy that can handle me. Can you handle me? Sometimes I get the feeling that boys are intimidated and don’t know if they can handle a “stripper”. But I’m here to tell you that I don’t want some egotistical bastard. I want someone that’s real. Dad bods get extra credit, lol. I have been dealing with men all of my life. Many think they know what I want. But they are usually wrong. I just want a sweet, genuine person. It doesn’t really matter if they are male or female. Age doesn’t matter either. All that matters is that we click in every way.
I was invited to a huge fiesta. It was so freaking amazing. There was a mariachi band. Everyone was dancing and having a great time. Some guys were trying to flirt with me and my friends. They were the machismo types. Lots of muscles, chiseled features, perfect hair… you know, the typical “tall, dark, and handsome”. But they just weren’t doing it for me. They think they’re so sexy, suave, and debonair. But that’s actually such a turn off to me. The sweet, quiet guy sitting in the corner is more my style.
Can You Handle Me?
He doesn’t have to prove himself. His inner confidence exudes big dick energy. That’s the turn on for me. He just sat there and watched. I think he wanted to see how I was going to handle these men that thought they were irresistible. He seemed quite amused by it all. I was intrigued and curious. Who was he? I wanted to know more. While everyone one else was practically fucking on the dance floor, I was watching him.
After the party, the host told me that she wanted me to meet someone. Sure enough she started walking me right over to him. “Dad, I’d love for you to meet my good friend, Roxy” she smiled. He took my hand and grazed it with his lips. “It’s a pleasure”, he responded. “The pleasure is all mine”, I assured him.
Stay tuned to find out what happens next.
Roxy 1 (844) 332-2639 Ext 414