I love thick women: women with a good figure and plenty of meat on their bones. Like Beyonce, Sophia Loren or even Jennifer Lopez. But not with so much meat on her bones that she loses her figure and becomes fat.
Thick women are beautiful. I love the way they look. They turn me on.
I used to think that all men liked thick women. Far from it: it seems that most men in North America, Europe and East Asia like thin women. Only black and Latin American men seem to generally prefer thick women.
I never did understand what men who like thin women see in them. Some have great legs and some have beautiful faces that you could look at forever, of course, but they do not have much of a body compared to thick women.
Like Naomi Campbell, for example, is beautiful, but I am always left wishing there was more of her! That she not only had great legs and a great face, but a great body too.
Or take Annette Bening. She has a pretty face but is shaped too much like a boy for my tastes. Yet she is married to Warren Beatty, a Hollywood lady’s man who has had many different women and could have married any one of them. Yet he married her. Some men truly do like thin women – it is not just because they are in fashion at the moment.
Thin women were seen as the height of beauty in North America in the 1920s and 1930s and again starting in the 1970s. But from the 1940s to the 1960s the great beauties had hourglass figures: Sophia Loren, Elizabeth Taylor, Marilyn Monroe, etc. Clearly men’s tastes in women are partly shaped by the society they live in.
For me a thick woman has a better shape to her body, which makes her more beautiful. There is more woman to her, more to look at and feel. She looks better and feels better. She feels right.
Most thick women have big wide hips, which I love, as well as a big bottom and thick thighs and nothing turns me on more than that, especially in bed. And to see a woman like that in tight blue jeans is heavenly.
Not fat and ugly, but heavenly. Heavenly because I like the way it looks. Heavenly because I know what it feels like.
When I hold a woman I do not want to feel her bones. When I want to run my hands down her back I want something I can feel when I get to the bottom, something that sticks out from her body that I can put my hands on. And I want to press my body into hers. I cannot do that with a thin woman.