In the last post Penny touched base on personal preferences on sex which got me to thinking. Each and every one of us has little things that we personally like to see in potential partners. I’m not saying anything about being on the market or not but nobody can deny that the reptilian part of the brain continues to shop even after the conscious mind is very committed. My point is that I very much have a type and pretty much everybody else does as well although case-by-case tastes may deviate quite a bit out of one’s typical tastes. I usually like my girls in the skinny to lightly curvy range including the athletic spectrum with little boobs and a well-defined waist. As far as boobs go I’ve seen some really impressive pairs that I’ve admired but big ones just seem like more trouble than they are worth. They certainly limit the kinds of activities that a woman can put herself through and that adversely limits the portability of my partner. I like symmetrical and balanced, extremely feminine facial features. I find if fascinating that a woman that I think is absolutely gorgeous might be completely passed up by the next guy to come along.
There was a vendor that I did some over-the-phone work with who had two female employees. He was telling me about them and teasing that he was going to fix me up with one of them. He had full knowledge that I was married and not at all interested in getting a girlfriend but his sick sense of humor kept him going with this sort of thing. He told me that I’d like the one because of her enormous boobs. Apparently these two ladies are pretty good friends and hang out together in their off hours. He told me how silly they looked on the beach together, the one being fuller-figured (with the huge knockers) and the other being skinny and flat-chested. I told him that I’d honestly be more likely to be attracted to the little one. He seemed perplexed when I told him that I tend to go for skinnier girls and that I don’t really have a boob thing. And then I told him, “That’s why God makes them all sizes and shapes.” Those words sum up my thoughts on it completely.
Penny and I saw an anomaly at the juice stand one day. This girl was the most beautifully amazing Amazon I’ve ever seen. She was WAY out of my regular tastes but smoking hot tasty good looking. I don’t know what was in the juice she was drinking but it was doing something for her evidently. The girl was pretty enough but her face alone would not have turned my head. She was incredibly muscly. Her arms had to be as big around as my thighs and her thighs were likely as big as my waist. Her overall shape was still very feminine but just muscly and powerful. She had a narrow waist and nicely proportioned hips. I commented to Penelope that there is an obvious hitch in the myth of female on male forced rape. That is that if a girl is powerful enough to force me into the act I don’t think my cock would perform well enough to make it possible. The Juice Stand Girl was the disproof of that idea though. She could have absolutely held me down to take it from me and I’m pretty sure my cock would have obliged her regardless of what my brain was saying to it.
I’ve always been under the impression that people usually had color palates that they were attracted to. I know that I am attracted to all kinds of coloration. I find sex appeal in natural blonde, brunette, asian black hair and copper tones of redheads as well as unnatural dyed tones of blue, pink, cherry, purple, etc. Deep African nearly blue-black skin drives me every bit as crazy as ivory pale tones that might hurt your eyes in direct sunlight because not everybody can actually tan. And then there are all the beautiful shades in between. Blue eyes, green eyes, or brown eyes are all wonderful. One thing that I love about brown eyes is that they seem to encompass a whole lot larger range of tones and specific details than the other color families. No two pairs of eyes are alike and they are all beautiful. Even then if you take the most beautiful woman in the world and she acts like a bitch it ruins the whole thing. I’ll cease to see the beautiful features and all of her ugly ones will be magnified. No matter how physically attractive beauty truly does come from within.
So fellas (“yeah?” fellas “yeah?”) if somebody asks you if you are a leg-man or a boob-man those aren’t the only two choices. I’d say that I’m not either in so much as there’s no one defining feature of a woman that’s going to turn me on more than everything else put together. Not usually anyway. I used to feel guilty for being attracted to women who look different from Penny. My introspection kind of bore the essence of this post. I can’t feel guilt for being attracted to many different types of women and Penny is only one girl. Penny is very much my type. She is a severe hottie. That’s not just my opinion either. That’s a true scientifically proven fact. I must be sensitive to make Penny feel loved and attractive even though I am attracted to women that look different from her. You can’t help who you are attracted to but you can choose what to do about it.