His shoulders were broad and his neck was thick.

There were thick slabs of muscle across his chest and back.

His face was ruggedly handsome, and he always looked like he needed a shave. His five o'clock shadow began thirty seconds after he finished shaving.

His hair was very dark, almost black, and curly. He always looked ungroomed. When, Michele had first met Bernard she had compulsively urged him to comb his hair. Now that she was his sex slave she knew better than to criticize her mate's appearance in any way. Michele rarely wore any make-up at all. Her beauty was natural.

She wanted to do nothing to make herself look artificial.

The dark haired woman's sole concession to womanly vanity was the dark red nail polish she used to paint her fingernails and toenails.

The small woman had always thought that Bernard had been constructed by God just for fucking purposes.

In spite of the girth of his upper torso, his waist and hips were very slim – almost non-existent in comparison.

His thighs were very thick again, and he had very large powerful hands and feet.

Michele had noticed long before that one of her husband's thighs was bigger around than her waist.

And then there was his cock. It still boggled her mind.

She would never forget the first time she saw his dick.

"W-W-What is that?" Michele had stammered nervously.

"It's my prick. What the fuck did you think it was?"

"You aren't going to stick that thing in me, are you?"

"That's the way it's got to be, cupcake. That's the way it's got to be!" Bernard said with a small chuckle.

It hurt the first couple of times he fucked her, but soon she found that her muscles adapted and she stretched to take him comfortably.