ABSTRACT
If you're reading this, you probably already know what it's like to sleep next to a big furry fella-preferably one who snores just a little bit. Myself, I've never been much for the feminine curve. It's how I know I'm gay. The way a man's hunky, hairy thigh resolves itself into a full-sized torso; the way the smell of a man's chest is amplified by a thick growth of hair-for me, these are the things of which Sensuality is made. And get on with your sorry self if you've never felt a bearded face rub in betwixt your legs.
