The next season of True Blood is quickly approaching, so news and teasers are popping up with increasing frequency. In turn, my obsession for the Norse god, Alexander Skarsgård, is kicking into high gear.
Alexander is also a study in scruff. I think Hollywood must have a shortage of razors, considering the prevalence of stubble everywhere. Alexander’s beard is a bit sketchy. Some beards just don’t grow in as well as others. Alexander’s is patchy and not altogether value added, I think.
Case in point that not all facial hair gets my vote. Also, case in point that I’d sell a kidney to buy the opportunity to have this 6’4″ Swedish stunner pick me off my feet in a bearhug (hope he doesn’t mind me cumming on his abdomen).
Speaking of Alexander and bearhugs, he’s made three appearances in my wrestling fiction, though only two featured in the ring/on the mats. In the Producer’s Ring he is undefeated, savagely dominant, and chomping at the bit for more shots at propelling his career to greater heights.
In my imagination, Alexander as wrestler is a total ball basher. Interestingly, in this world, at least one fan couldn’t help herself from grabbing a handful of his crotch, not unlike his performances in the Producer’s Ring. From the pics of this scene from Just Jared, Alexander looks pretty nonplussed by the crotch grab, which only adds to my fixation on his performance as a ball bashing, cock torturing, so-far-unstoppable Swedish buzzsaw. I love battlers with balls of steel (e.g., Chip Slater).
Apparently a new teaser for True Blood shows Alexander shirtless, ripped, and potentially entirely naked. Just the thought makes my heart race and my head a little light. This is a man of my fantasies, indeed.
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