I had a strange dream the other night. I was coming home to a man who looked very eerily like Tommy Lee Jones, a man who wasn't my father but was a father figure to me. And I was coming home to him. I had run into his arms and he was very surprised to see how much I'd grown into a lady. I felt him bury his face in my hair, his arms tightening around me. He pulled me away, looked deep into my eyes, and kissed me full on the mouth, long and passionately. I wasn't surprised. In fact, I readily surrendered to his manliness, the musky scent of his body.

I awoke feeling his soft, full lips still warm on mine. It doesn't help that I find TLJ one of the sexiest men alive. I love his gruffness, his rough edges, his beautiful eyes. He has a voice that can easily change from cold and cutting to warm and loving. He personifies smouldering passion, maturity and rugged good looks. (Admittedly, accepting that role as Two-Face alongside Jim Carrey's Riddler was a disastrous career move but, well, we can't all be perfect.)

Fuck, but I want a man like that in my life, bad career choices and all! Can't get any clearer than that! LOL!

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Jarod

Nice fantasy, you want an older guy. your words are ery earthy. simple and concise. What relationship in a guy are you looking for?