Like when I think of the hands of my ex-fiance, they were almost 3 times as big as my hands. His little finger was longer than my middle finger.
That was very attractive for me, because I just couldn’t imagine how could someone have hands as big as his.
I even liked his feet, because they were so huge, slim and masculine compared to me. His shoe size was 46 while mine is 36. I often felt like he was a giant with chiseled body and for some reason that made me feel like I was a cute little girl next to him without a worry in the world.
The next thing I loved was his shoulders, not to mention the huge difference between my and his shoulders, his shoulders were so broad, most men looked like boys next to him.
I remember when I first saw what I thought of a very muscular man next to my ex fiance and that muscular guy looked like a child next to him, at that time I thought “How the hell did I get myself this sexy man.”
I also loved that I was so small compared to him and yet, my one wish was enough for him to do just about anything. I loved how this scary, strong guy could turn into a puppy in my arms and how he entrusted me and felt safe with me in return.
That might have been because he was a former handball champion but mostly it was his genetics.