akonken.livejournal.comWorthy Black is not my type.
A giant, lumbering woman with skin as coarse as her language and fingernails as filthy as her laugh, Worthy is...not pretty. And I do like them pretty, with silky hair and satiny skin, and wonderful taste in clothes. I like them smelling as scrumptious as they look, with a voice that makes me melt.
Worthy is none of these things; she is large and scarred and rough and brassy, and moody as anything.
I can't see why I would appeal to her either; Worthy takes no nonsense, and I don't like giving anything else. She likes straight-shooters, and, well, that's not a word anybody would use to describe me, is it?
But the truth is, she's a cracking lot of fun. She's smart as a whip. She can outdrink a dozen fish. She's fearless, or at least as fearless as I am.
And of course she's a fantastic lay.