I do love when a man is comfortable with his body and with good reason. When he slowly sheds his clothes as I watch and feel my arousal rise as each article of clothing drops to the floor. I become silent and try to read the thoughts going through his mind...watch his body language...his eyes lowering, then closing as he feels my stare touching along his bare skin.
Exposed to me.
Stopping him at this point to stare and enjoy the sight.
The vulnerable, yet sensuous confidence he reveals to me.