I can't deny that I have an inordinate amount of affection for male anatomy. Whenever I'm blessed to be a part of a boozy lunch with girlfriends and the subject turns to men, I can't decide my favorite part. I adore wide shoulders but I couldn't be with a man who didn't have terrific pouty lips. Likewise great arms and hands are essential, but if there's no booty, what am I supposed to admire when he gets up in the middle of the night to visit the loo? Did I mention I love man feet? Please don't call man feet ugly. They're like a cute pterodactyl claw with hairs, and I want to bite every toe.
Curiously, I never call dibs on the penis. Claiming a guy's package as my favorite body part just makes me look ... what? Oversexed? Cheap? Horny? Single? So I never claim his manhood as my fave. This is in part because the word manhood is embarrassing. But little friend isn't accurate (cause I prefer big) and penis is too medical for me. Package works. It makes it sound like a gift.
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