I only love my bed and no one else, but sometimes I can’t help but fantasize about a different kind of love. I imagine a man with huge titties, strong arms and a gentle touch that would make me melt into his embrace. His lips would be soft and inviting, and his hands would explore my body with an intensity that I’ve never felt before. I would be lost in the moment, completely consumed by the pleasure of his touch. I can almost feel his warmth radiating through me as I drift off to sleep, dreaming of a love that only exists in my fantasies.