When I was younger every woman was a mystery. Looking
down a shirt, or up skirt, or at a bottom as it sauntered by
was an obsession. My hormones raged, my body was un-
predictable and un-tested.
These were the days of The Andy Griffith Show
in the evenings and The Flinstones followed by
Bonanza every weekday afternoon.
I'm not about the hair on a woman for the most part, but this is the exception.
This, to me is simply beautiful, in a confident, and sensual way.
Things are different now, and the mystery isn't quite as mysterious. I'm older
and honestly the happiest married man I know. My urges to have sex with
every woman all the time has passed. I realize that the act of sex is so much more
then sticking my cock in another willing vagina. Sex has become more about
the head, (on my shoulders) and the mind, and love, and giving, and surrender,
and trust. It's about sharing. And frankly my wife shares everything with me,
and I share everything with her.
The toneness and fitness of this chick do it for me. I would also love
to climb into her head and see what's going on if I were to come across
her in real life if this weren't a posed photo. Do you think she is ashamed, or simply tired?
If this were real what do you imagine is going on with her? Wouldn't you like to know?
That kind of sharing is so rare and precious that if all another woman is
willing to share with me is a shot at her box. I'm just not interested. It's
not that I don't enjoy sex because I do. And it's not that I'm too
good, or arrogant. It's just that sex outside of my marriage would
hurt my wife, and frankly I love her more then myself so it's just not
happening.
The sensuality in this post comes from the freckles. The realness,
and lack of vulgarity, in this shot are hot hot hot.. It makes me think of the smells
of fresh cotton sheets, and ivory soap.
With this awakening I have become even more of a sexual person,
because I have become a connoisseur of sensuality.
The black and white, the textures, shapes, and lines
do it for me in this photo. It almost makes the sexuality disappear. Almost
but not quiet.
I ask myself more questions, and require more complex answers.
The questions used to be 'does she have a pussy, and can I say or
do what ever it going to take to be able to put my dick in it?'
Now I realize that the answer to the first question is usually yes. (I am
able to tell the difference, between male and female most of the time.) And the
second question has faded, with my satisfying marriage, and with the honest belief
that most women can be nailed if I'm willing to apply a little effort, dishonesty,
and manipulation.
The contrast of masculinity and femininity in this shot are so delectable.
Like sweet and sour chicken.
I'm not bragging, but I was single long enough, to
learn the games fairly well. Meaningless sex isn't that complicated
for me, not because I'm that good looking, but because lonely, and unhappy, people
are vulnerable and I'm just smart enough to take advantage of them.
This picture brings back memories of being in middle and high school surrounded
by girls learning to dress as women. The raw sexuality and innocence
in a real life situation like this would cause every boy in the class to be late to his next one,
and the girl would never have a clue.
I think of myself like a recovered alcoholic. I know how to drink.
I know how to hide it. I know how to gulp it. I have to money to buy
it, and the knowledge to steal it.
But only now, when I sip it, and smell it, and rate it, and relish it,
have I come to appreciate it.
This shot reeks of confidence and that is a very attractive trait.
I have established this blog to explore this sensuality, to take a electronically,
archived voyage of self discovery. What specifically do I find attractive, and why?
I hope to document and explore more then just titts, asses, and pussies, and finally
give this these things the credit they deserve.
The odasity of porn, and the shame of excess copulation, and graphic nudity,
have shamed and hidden some of the most beautiful images and feelings in existence,
and this is what I hope to explore.
