I have a thing for beards. I think they are ridiculously sexy and mysterious. A boy can hide any imperfections behind it and it’s an instant invitation for a girl like me to touch a man’s face. I do not recommend just walking up to some bearded fellow and touching his face–when not invited, that is considered bad touch and it is a bad idea. However, I do believe that a beard makes a man ten times more attractive than without. Add some glasses and floppy hair, and I’m already imagining you naked.
My beard fetish has gotten me in trouble a few times in my life. Just the other day I met up with some friends for drinks. I was sitting in a booth across from a beard enthusiast and all but demanded that he allow me to pet his face. Thankfully he was a good sport and moved his face closer to my outstretched hand so I could give his a face a friendly rubbing. I have tried this on occasion with guys, it’s usually my way of showing interest in them, just like they try to brush away hair from a girl’s face or place an apprehensive hand on a knee. And sometimes it’s just because I want to imagine what that beard would feel like somewhere other than my hand…
The only downfall with loving beards is the inevitable “beard burn.” I love feeling a beard everywhere on my body, but I hate when I stroll into work the morning after a particularly passionate sexcapade just to discover I can barely sit down because my pants are figuratively on fire. And everyone knows when you wear a dress to work and squirm in your desk chair you had a pretty fun time the night before…or you have the Herp, but that’s for another story. Sometimes it is Bad Decision City to fool around with a guy just because he has a beard and some deliciously long fingers. But even though I know I’ll have trouble sitting for a few days, I still loving feeling a beard on my thighs.
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