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anything black.
many things red.
demons and blood.
motorbikes as they change gear at high speed, with that little PHUT noise they make.
feet, ankles, calves, knees, thighs, the entire gluteus family of muscles, midriffs (holy shit, midriff), lower backs, ribs, chests, breats, nipples, necks, collar bones and the little hollows they make, spines and the curve thereof, hair, or lack of it, mouths, eyes, noses.... and ears not so much.
also, hands, forearms, a good taught bicep, shoulders, strong and weak on a woman, and armpits.
clothed bodies look even better thamn naked ones sometimes, if they are dressed well.
and shoes, fucking hell, shoes.
i always wanted to be a girl to gave the option of running through a list of three hundred pairs of strappy shoes before you even get to the boots. i mean, they wouldbnt suit me, but the choice and the fun you can have with a pair of stripper's heels...
i suppose i should mention the gentitals here, but is that just a little too obvious?
i guess what i should really just say is that i like it all.
absoloutely all of it.
well, except scat and snuff.
and it has to be a really pretty car for me to get all 'crash', or even just a pretty girl, i suppose.
a ford falcon, souped up like its the future and there's no guzzle-ine, smashing into a bus full of newly trained nun's on their way to the big convent school up the hill.
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