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Sexy is 82% mental
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Sexy is 82% mental Even if you could have sex 8 of your 16 waking hours, you still would have to enjoy the company of whoever you were doing it with, when you weren't doin' it. That's why a lot of hook-ups don't work out, because they want the sex part soooo bad they skip the discovery part. If someone IS truly sexy and attractive, the more you learn about them, the more you want them. I knew this gal in a band. Guys were ALWAYS hitting on her. We used to go for walks, talk about all kinds of things, and nervously, kinda sudo-flirt. I thought she had plenty of guy friends, and she thought that because I had so many woman friends, I must be getting plenty of action also. This went on for months. As we chatted we learned we had more and more in common, we also shared same of the same cynical and sarcastic views about the same things. I toured a lot back then, and so did she. Sometimes we would just talk on the phone for weeks without contact. One day I realized just how much I wanted her, and amazingly she came to the same feelings almost simultaneously! One night around a crackling campfire she asked me why I had never made a pass at her. I said " I enjoy your company so much I didn't want to spoil it by hitting on you." "Plus I figured, if you wanted me you'd let me know.... She stood up, slowly took off her bra from under her shirt, flung it at me, then threw out her gum. she said " do you need a personal invitation?" To which I replied " As apposed to a group mail-out?" She laughed, ran over and jumped in my lap, and kissed me like she had wanted to do it forever. We made out like teenagers for hours, before stopping just short of having sex. The next night I went all out. I redesigned my room for our special night. Lilacs everywhere, and vanilla<b> candles </font></b>galore. I knew what she liked, I listened to her every word. Purple silk sheets, a mix tape of all her favorites, that cut into some very sexy jazz instrumentals. She came over to find a post-it note on my door ...."proceed to the hall closet and follow the instructions on the next post. Each note led her to another. Each note reminded her another reason why I found her so appealing . The note eventually had her undress, put on a special teddy, and right me a message somewhere on her body. When she arrived in my room, she said she wanted me to see the note she had written me. She pulled the teddy off over her head, and slid the bottoms off smoother than a seasoned dancer. She walked up, and said READ! The note started across her unbelievably pert breasts, then across underneath, and it got smaller as it went southerly down between her legs. It said that she had wanted me for some time also. It talked about how many times she had touched herself imagining this very moment. The writing got real small as it led down her clean shaven love mound. when she saw me reach that point, she handed me a magnifying glass, I looked close....and in very small letters....leading up to where her pierced clit stood swollen and engorge. " why are you still reading this, lick my clit already. I got my personal invite, and we pleasured each other for hours. she didn't notice until much later, that I had just two words written on me....right above my manscaping...just two words..."touch me". WE laughed, we embraced, and then we made love some more. WE turned each other on. Not our bodies, not our clothes, but us. Who we were inside, and who we were to each other. Sexy IS 92% mental. |
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