Survey on the ideal man

I carried out a survey around Birmingham town centre, asking 100 women around the ages of 16-25 what they regarded to be the perfect male, showing photos of well known celebrities to trigger opinions. Here are some of the questions I asked and the amount of women who were for and against.
                                       For          Against
Hairy chest:                    30           70
Slight hairy:                    42            58
Short cut head hair:         46           54
Longer styled hair:          29           71
Medium length:               60            40
Tall (over 5.8):                 82           28
Noticeable muscles          25          75

on a scale of 1/10 with 10 being 'superman', how strong do you like your men to be?
the average answer was 6/10 (strong enough to be a man, but not scary strong)

The majority of my results showed women to prefer slighter, well toned but not very muscled men. They used words such as 'intimidating' 'scary' 'too much' 'gross' 'disgusting' in reference to hairy men and strong men. The women I questioned looked for a man who they could 'dominate a little' and 'who pulled off skinny jeans.' The majority didn't like hairy men, and had very specific requirements in regards to what was exceptable and not, for example 'the snail trail' line of hair from belly button down, was exceptable, anything waist and below, and 10 women said slight hair was fine, but most prefered their men shaved.

62/100 women preferred Mark from this is essex to Gerard Butler

70/100 women preferred James Mcavoy to Bradley Cooper

 

If this is a dream poem

If I were to wake up now, had all this been just a dream
Would I cry and breakdown, would I beg and shake and scream?
Have I lost myself in this so far along the road
That If I woke up now I'd miss this feeling I now hold?
Would I try and find my way back? would I fail and crumble?
Would I walk down the road, to see if you were really there?
If I were to wake up now, how much would I care?
If I woke up from this dream, would you wake up somewhere?
Or would you wait there for me to come back to you?

If I were to wake up now, had this all been just a dream
I wonder how far back in time I'd go, how long have I been asleep?
I wouldn't go back to my old life, I wouldn't forget all that's new
I would look at him and wish he were you.
I would have lost this glow I have, but the memory would remain
If I woke up now, nothing would ever be the same.
I'd gather up my friends, and tell them how loved they are
Before I went to sleep, they didn't hear it enough.
I'd throw away that cage and the keys with it too,
Learn to stand on my own two feet
But could I learn to be without you?
In my dreams I had a solider, a tree, a daffodil
I had a wolf to make me hot at night
I had friends I'd die for, and I was made up of a burning light
Don't let me wake, if this is just a dream
I'd rather sleep forever in his arms, than wake into reality.

Hurricane Poem

Some people are made of sunlight, others the blue tinted rain
Some lovers are touched by fire, but we're more like a hurricane
A vibrant spiral of feelings, crashing around
Hot love in bed like a thunder storm, cracks of lightening hit the ground
The rain is pouring down, cool on steamy skin,
The clouds are rocking back and forth, like a part of you buried within
Me, my body takes you in, it holds you in an embrace
Like the sky holds a rainbow, at the end of a stormy day
A hurricane is raging, strong enough to shake heaven and hell
We lie in blissful torment, hard naked skin upon the damp ground
And arching hot slick bodies, we let the rain come down.

I had no idea...

Until a few months ago I was young and naive...I'm still young in relative terms, turning 20 this month, oh the horror, but in the last few months I've learnt a lot. I've discovered that a broken heart can be mended and given away to a new person, I've realised that losing my best friend meant I had more time and affection for a whole group of best friends, special people that stayed strong at my side. I never knew before what it was to be looked at with admiration so often that it made me feel nervous and pretty at the same time. That a job in customer service would bring forth a bubbly confidence I didn't know I had. And the main one that I'm thinking of right now, is how utterly fantastic and addictive sex is! To be encased in a mans strong arms and feel cherished is a wonderful feeling, but to have a man inside you making you hot all over and desperate for him and and only him to bring you to that awe inspiring feeling of contentment that he's built up in you...oh my sweet lord I have become a wanton sinner. I never knew how much I'd like the feeling, the stretch and pull of my skin over his, the frantic movements...I'm obsessed and it's made all the more powerful a feeling I suppose because as much as I tried to hold back and stop myself from falling I have well and truly been thrown down the deep hole that is falling in love. I have said it aloud and admitted to myself that stupid and fast and reckless as i have let myself be, I am undeniably in love for the second time of my life, if the last time was love at all...no that's a bit harsh, it was a kind of love, it was a deep long term affection for someone who had grown up with me through the teenage years and was in truth the best of friends, but it wasn't like this. This that I'm feeling now is so forceful it knocks me back, there's a strong feeling inside me that I can't shake off, I like him more than I've liked anyone, we've talked more than I have ever managed to do with anyone else, I feel happy all the time when I think of this situation I'm in, and I want him with a fifty shades of grey passion I really can't curb. This is a faster, passionate kind of love, this isn't the type of soft friendship that develops into feelings, this is a hard, crazy, fast and incredible hurricane. I can't believe I let someone root themselves in my life so deeply and so quickly but I am almost 20, I'm a woman and for the first time I really know what I want. His name is Jones. They should bottle him and sell him as a drug, I'm completely addicted.

Angel breathless

On the cold concrete slab the angel soiled her knees, beneath the ripened moon in the fresh and cooling air of night. Hands pressed gently together, head bowed in respect, "Forgive me father for I have fallen" the words so often uttered now that they had become the initiation of a once rightous ritual. "I have fallen from grace my lord, I have fallen far from the clouds of heaven and what is worse I did not stop at the gates of Hell, I have fallen so far, spiraling into the deep hole that surpasses heaven, earth, hell and all in between. To lust is to sin, but to love is to admit utter defeat. The angel smiled softly "Forgive me father, for I do not repent" Driven my lust, held by love, a fatal combination, "How am I to fight? I cannot, I will not. I want him more than I am willing to admit"

The angel raised her head, harlot scarlet shimmering in the little light allowed to shine upon her, but light was not needed when such a flame burned from within. Once more the angel closed her eyes in memory and waited until the rush of the hurricane came thundering back....

The same room, the vulnerability of nakedness, bare breasts on display forbidden to cover herself the angel turned her head away in hot embaresment, not for long, such uncertainties had no room in a head full of mist, the mist that came with need. The wolf's claw dug gently into her skin etching paths on delicate skin that faded instantly leaving nothing but rivers of heat that expanded up her throat, down her arms into her palms making them clamy with anticipation. The familiar ache burst between her legs, her intimate daffodil so private but now so exposed suddenly slick and hot, so hot, the ache grew, it itched for a touch, a stroke. The emptiness she'd felt from the last time had spurned the angel on, she needed to be filled, to be entered. Finally legs bending, mouth sighing the key was pushed into the lock and the angel moaned. Hard, thick, ready, pulsing, pushing, more, more, more...

Grasping some feeling inside, touching something unreachable by anything else, touching it again. Sliding back and forth so cruelly far away then tantalisingly close, back and back again, deeper, filling the space so little used, so tight, so hard, harder still. The heat was almost burning, the heat that seemed to radiate from her body, from her pussy, hot, wet, desperate. Angel thought of nothing else, time faded into a far off memory, limitations and restrictions disembled in her mind, her voice was not her own, that once made cultivated prayers, but now foul tongued, rich in desire, hungry with passion, animalistic like a wolf herself, more, more, more. Harder!

The angel came so suddenly it took her off guard, it rocked her hips and shuddered her heart once so fragile now beating so hard, so fast for her wolf. Blood perhaps rushed to her head for her vision blurred ever so briefly and she could have passed out with the pleasure had it ended, but no the tension was greater, the relief had been but a moments passing, now another craving built it's way up almost immediately. The angel lost herself when it happened again, and sent a silent sorry to the above, for this demon was worth the loss of heaven.

Rising up from her ridgid posture on the stone floor, the angel winced a little from the pain, an ache, a stinging reminder of how crazed for passion she'd been. Despite the slight discomfort the angel wanted more still. Never enough, she thought shaking her head. It was never enough, it never would be. Always wanting more. The ache was a simple reminder that her tight closed flower so long had been waiting had finally been opened to sunlight and the wolf with his size and his strength was widening a doorway to heaven, left locked too long. Sighing again the angel cursed her dampness, if not to be taken again, at least to feel the strength and furr of her wolf would be enough to ease such discomfort. Angel you have been tested, something said within her, you have been trialed by God and failed but he will forgive you your one sin, it is the most delicious hobby to listen to your thoughts, now you must be trialed by the other side, you must learn a little restraint, you need to curb this and seperate this heat thats clouding your mind from everything else. There's a time and a place for such thoughts, learn where that is and lock the door behind you when you leave it. For now try and sleep angel, try and think of other things. The angel lay down her head, knowing she would dream of the wolf regardless, the wolf, the green door and the promise of next time.

Can't take me, I'm free

I heard a song today that inspired me, Bryan Adams: "You can't take me"
"Don't judge a thing until you know what's inside it,

  Don't push me I'll fight it. Never gonna give in, never gonna give it up, no.
You can't take me, I'm free!"
"I wanna know what's going on
And what's this holding me?
I'm not where I'm supposed to be
I gotta fight another fight
I gotta fight with all my might
I'm getting out, so check it out
you're in my way
Yeah, you better watch out
You can't take me, I'm free"

I have a lot of preparation and thinking to do for my future. At my age I suppose it's natural to start thinking about the choices you will make that will shape your life. I need to spend the next year getting ready for the job I hope to get, I need to start establishing where I am going to set myself when I finish Uni. I have always hated cages, the cage of grey and dull blocks that is the city, I dream about the country, the sea, the green, the smell and the sound. I crave to be where I belong which isn't here. If I hold myself here I'll resent it one day, it will effect those closest to me, just the way my dad resents living here. But I will not follow that path, I will be happy and I will do as I please, I won't just dream about it. I have a lot of planning to do, that's for certain.

Dear Heart another poem

Dear Heart,
     How are you? Everything okay?
Right of course it is, silly thing to say
I know you're doing well, I feel you beating strong despite being away from me,
I see you've patched up all bleeding holes, yes I can see.
The new lodger? Yes he's fine, I'm taking care of him
I feel his energy everyday humming from within
I don't know how long he wants this lease to be, this new tenant of mine
Of course the room is his as long as he wants it, he can rent for all time.
I'm coming around to your way of thinking heart, living for today
But still you're weakness worries me, for your continuous health I pray.
I'll leave you then dear one, as always take care of yourself
Forever here when you need me, always your friend for life.