Today I awoke fascinated by the thought of a woman’s inner thighs. What wonders occur at the untrimmed juncture. How the pubic hairs, no matter what hue, tangle and intertwine, the entire spongy bundle dripping soggy with desire. The concave hollows along the sides of her outer lips beckon when her legs, extended, spread out to her sides. The way those hollows disappear when the knees get shoved back against her chest, sweet swollen pussy prominent at the fore.
Isn’t that the prettiest sight you could ever imagine?
Except for yesterday, when I went a little nuts imagining certain women’s backsides. Those big, round asses. How they jiggle and shake like jelly, rolling in rhythm. Must come from watching motorized, twitch-twaddle butt-flips from the likes of Nicky Minaj, Kim Kardashian and other action-bottomed stars. No wonder they have such a good ‘following’.
Twitching around the tip of my dick.
Then—then one day last week, I found myself being drawn to Asian women. Puts me in mind of Southeast Asia and the beauties available there. That gave me a hard-on too. Man, can those chicks lay a lip lock on a cock.
And of course there was the day before yesterday when all I could think of was women masturbating. Manipulating their nether regions for pleasure’s own sake, not fooling around with any tired and trite fantasy of some romance hero taking her over his desk. I imagined masturbation that simply pleasures, revels and reveals, seeking the orgasm as a happy little lagniappe, enacted purely to treat herself, not merely seeking out a substitute for a man.
How about whenever a shapely girl in a gauzy dress is backlit on a summer’s day? When it’s hot at the antique store, I position myself at the precise angle to see 'em coming through the door. I love it when they wear contrasting undies. Still waiting for the day I catch someone who didn’t bother to put hers on. In the meantime, I’ll monitor my station.
I often have tit days: Through the side tit, down the blouse tit, hard-nippled, prominent tit, bouncing down the street tit. Corset tit. Bump up against ‘em tit, elbow tit. All types of sneaky subterfuge encounter tit. Horizontally striped blouses. High riders. Pointy ones. Cleavage. Soft undersides. Pink pebbly nipples inflamed within their individual darkened aureoles. Mmmm. Makes me want to act like a fool with them.
Faces always do the trick. Faces—the first presentation—sometimes even before the tits and ass. Pretty, gorgeous, adorable, cute, exotic, lovely, precious, dark, fair, beautiful faces framed within informal coifs, treat the eyes and libido. Dark eyebrows on some days. Could be blue eyes on others. Or brown, or green. Smooth, pore-free complexion. Rosy cheeks. Turned-up nose (wouldn’t get in the way.) Maybe some little light fuzz in front of her ears. A wide mouth.
Speaking of mouths, have you ever noticed how sexy dimples can be? How they morph when a cock invades someone’s cheeks? A dimpled face, possibly one sitting on a park bench, or headed off to work, in the supermarket or carrying a child. I note how the dimples are positioned. Then imagine the possibilities with her mouth stuffed. Let’s hope she isn’t too uncomfortable under my lascivious stare. In turn, I think of her wearing knee pads.
Hmmm … I may have to cut this post short. I can get through one more paragraph, maybe.
Some days I can’t think of anything but cunnilingus. Yep, full bore muff-diving. My inner sensory endings taste the pungent flow, feel the tactile slick dripping down my grinning chin, tangling between the twin silky nether lips, distorting them from side-to-side, up and down, nosing in the fragrant curls and yielding flesh, intoxicated by her pungent, pheromone-laden desire.