I popped out with my best friend Dean at the weekend when we passed a woman walking along the street; and without hesitation, his neck craned as we drove past her and the only words he could muster up were “I’d love to fuck that!” swiftly followed by “I bet her pussy tastes like sweets!”
Now I don’t think like that. That’s where we differ. See, although I’m going through a seriously strong and sexual transitional stage, I still don’t feel I have that chauvinistic/dirty old pervert sense of perspective. I do not look at women simply as sex objects. Unlike Dean, who, for the rest of the journey, could only talk about tits and ass, as well as numerous other derogatory comments that shall not be repeated here. Me, however, I’m very much an aesthete.
For me personally, a woman does not have to be naked to be sexy. I see them more as art, so I keep saying. You can do so much with more with the female form; from a tight pair of jeans to a flowery summer dress, hot pants to PJs, pretty pedicured feet and manicures, uniforms, stockings, suspenders, short skirts and a pair of high heels, right down to some lacy underwear, to name just a few, The list is endless. Nevertheless, they are all the ultimate in femininity and the epitome of sexy. Like I said, sexy doesn’t have to be naked. Seeing a lady all prettied up is a sight to behold. It truly is. You can shove your Edvard Munch! I’ll take Lara-the-girl-next-door over La Gioconda (that’s the Monda Lisa to me and you) any day of the week.
Trust me, I think I have women envy. And by that, I don’t mean the lucky little bastards who get to unwrap one each and every night. I mean I’d love to be one in my next life, I really would. The way in which I view women nowadays is pretty much like my outlook on life; some deep spiritual shit I can’t quite put my finger on. The way I love women, I simply can’t explain. It’s like they’re there in my blood circulating through my veins. The love, respect and admiration I have for them is something else.
I don’t know. I really don’t. Just once do I wish I could come up with one line of profound shit, like previous genius writers who manage to articulate everything into one short, concise sentence. Something that will be remembered forever.
Everything about a woman is truly invigorating. I’m fascinated. From the voice. The silky-soft hair. The warm, soft, smooth skin. Their touch. Their neck, shoulders, beautifully formed breasts, bum, legs, thighs, calves and ankles, right down to the feet. I love them from head to toe. Literally. But most importantly, I love their power. It’s the way they can make fully-grown men feel like a brave cave man one minute and a puppy dog the next.
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