Fiancee for Real

UGO

Hollis turned his bare back to me. The strong back was crisscrossed with scars. Old scars, faded to nearly his sikin tone with age. What the hell had happened to him.

There was a tattoo on his upper arm that I spotted as he started to turn back to face me, but I couldn’t quite make out what it was. Then, well, then there was the whole front of him to see. I knew he was strongly built, but I don’t think I was fully prepared for just how well built he was under that black suit of his. This was my first ever time to have a slow, up-close and careful look at his body.

Taking it all in. He had a lean build, but his six-pack brick steel body was some thing that could make any woman cry for joy. And the best part of it, his Adonis belt, the one and only feature I see in a man and I'll desire to eat ice cream off his body. That deeply-etched V that disappears into the waistband of his pants, that was the kind of thing that graced the covers of men’s fitness magazines.

I didn’t want to