When it comes to boyfriends, I’m as finicky as any girl. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. Confident but not arrogant. Funny but not a flake. The list of prerequisites goes on …

But CFNM makes me see men in a completely different light. A guy doesn’t have to be an Adonis for me to find him sexy. He can be middle-aged, or under-endowed, or have love-handles and little wobbly man-tits. I don’t mind if he’s short or going bald. As long as he’s well-scrubbed and not too much of a woolly-back, almost any guy can turn me on.

There’s but one requirement: he has to be really, really, really into CFNM. That means he has to love exposing every inch of himself to any girl who’s interested. He also has to embrace the idea that, while she’ll get to explore his every nook and cranny, he’ll be lucky if he sees past her knees. In addition, just because she deigns, out of the kindness of her heart, to run her lovely eyes over his quivering bare skin, and perhaps weigh his balls with her glossy-nailed fingers, he shouldn’t take this as a come on: his balls are in the hands of a lady, and he should treat her with respect and courtliness.

This power to make almost any guy sexy (at least to me – maybe other girls feel differently) is one of the things I love most about CFNM. It’s part of its relaxed, high-spirited quality. And what works for NMs also works for CFs. Girls, you don’t have to be gorgeous 19-year-old with big boobs and a perfect figure to get men to drop trou. You can be the neighbour’s wife, you can be a grandmother. If you’re female, there will be guys who’ll just adore getting their kit off for you. Including ones with broad shoulders, narrow waists and long legs …