It's the Little Things

Upon speaking with a girlfriend earlier today, in addition to visiting the The Valley where there is a relative case of scrumptious men available to ogle, I may have been a bit harsh in thinking I'm not open to a relationship. While it is no longer a goal of mine to find a partner, I must admit I like sex with men. And as a veritable parade of male hipsters, aspiring actors, and other yummy LA folk were spotted on the streets, I began to recognize a trend of what got my pulse to quicken. The following are simple things whether from a distance or in the throws of mutual enticement that get me instantly aroused.


1. Height: If I see a man who is 6'2 or over, my cunt immediately tightens and I will be suppressing the urge to pant. Straining my neck to look up never gets old in my book and will always make my mouth water. At 5'5, having those long arms curl around me with his head resting on top of mine is like an adrenaline shot to me feeling safe, not to mention giving him head as he looms over me.

2. Smell/ Taste: A good smelling man is imperative to me. Having a hyper sensitive olfactory system has led to many a insta-wet panties. Great smelling soaps, colognes, or deodorants are all perks but when I get close enough lick a delicious smelling man's flesh my tongue explodes in flavor. Depending on the man's diet, they may taste more spicy, tangy, salty, or sweet and ohhh is it a grand feast.

3. A Man With a Genuine Plan: Confidence is always great but when I meet a Dom who's brain works faster than mine -- and will keep me just enough in the loop  (even if I'm just observing) -- I go weak at the knees.

4. Playing with My Neck: I'm not sure why but my neck is almost as sensitive as (if not more than) "intimate" parts of my body. Kiss it, lick it, bite it, put your hands on it, doesn't matter what you do I squirm as if on the edge of orgasm. In fact, I've come hard from a man kissing my neck in an expertly fashion.

5. Encouraging, Specifically in Fitness: This one is a bit of a utopian wild-card for me. Because running and races are so dear to me, even if the man isn't necessarily inclined to run, I get turned on when I see men cheering on or hugging their wives/ girlfriends at the finish line. Honestly, my brain immediately jumps to being tired and invigorated after a race, only to be forced to fuck in the car. Mmm.