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I'd have to call myself a rather Repressed Little Thing by comparison, I think. There are, however, a few things that get me more worked up than usual...
Accents: German, Russian, UK (start at Scotland and head south), Australian, Kiwi, French, Northern-European, Eastern-European. Not necessarily in that order all of the time.
Leather: I've noticed I can't stop touching (practically caressing) leather things. This almost ended in embarassment last week when, flying home from Kentucky, all the seats on the plane were covered in soft, cool leather...mmmmmmmmm...
Unique, well-designed shoes.
Blindfolding games.
Natural, working-all-day-in-the-sun body odour, especially as left as a faint trace on a t-shirt.
Androgyny - the more I can't decide, the more turned on I am.
Older men - 35 to 50. Sigh. So untouchable.
A lightning wit.
Flexibility - that's right. When you're in the middle of a backbend at the gym, I'm watching, flexing my salivary glands.
Not so much: kissing girls - I swear, just to live up to my tomboyish appearance, I've tried a few times to see how my half lives. And while it seems some girls have technique down, I just can't get turned on by the whole thing - I get bored. This is in some ways a vast disappointment.
Gee, for the most part, it's too bad for Ganesh's sake that I'm not a bloke. PS - I do play rugby. |
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