I have a weird thing for Canadians. Really. They just seem so exotic to me. I can’t explain it, but my heart always beats a little faster when there’s a Canadian in the vicinity.
Foreign accents: English, Italian, Spanish, Irish, Welsh, Australian. Just having someone with one of those accents say my name gives me the shivers in a very good way.
Leather: Especially leather gloves.
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“Fuck me” shoes: Those really high heels that aren’t made for walking any real distance, except maybe across the floor. Especially the strappy ones with the open toes and dark colored polish on the toes. Oh, yeah.
On men, great eyes and long, slender fingers. On women, great hair and busty. C or D.
That’s really strange because I happen to be Canadian. It’s also really strange because I sure don’t feel exotic. In fact, I bet a lot of people would laugh at that ( no offense to you ) and I can understand why. But hey, whatever turns your crank.
I love Germans. I could listen to Germans talk all day…Germans Germans Germans.
I also love to watch men smoke, if they’re good at it. It takes a certain style to smoke well, and to be able to talk with the cigarette still in your mouth. It’s so…bad, and bad for you, and socially unacceptable. God I love it so.
Also, if we want to get really odd, I actually get a little tingling in my loins whenever I see a good backhanded bitch slap on t.v. or in the movies. Man on man, man on woman, woman on woman, woman on man…the backhanded bitchslap is where it’s at.
Definitly accents. I love accents, especially in the speaker has a sexy voice.
I also have a word fetish. I love words. And if smeone uses really interesting ones in conversation, they have me enthrawled, even if I don’t know the word.
Irish people. I don’t know why but I love Irish people.
I think that’s about it… Well… my tea thing, but that’s more of an addiction.
None of these are actually fetishes 'cause they’re not NECESSARY (isn’t that the definition of a fetish?), but they’re pluses. Also, some of them contradict each other. Oh well.
Racing suits. On a trim guy, a one-piece professional racing suit is the sexiest thing. Motorcycle racing suits are good too. Heck, even a monkey suit is nice. And brings with it that scent of garage that I do so love. And they’re fireproof.
I like Canadians, too.
Southern accents. Any variety, from the drawl of southwestern Virginia to the twang of east Texas. Lovely.
I’m into goatees and long sideburns (not big Elvisy sideburns, just long ones), but it doesn’t work on every guy. Sideburns, especially.
The first facial features I look to find attractive are noses and eyebrows.
No, I’ve never dated a woman that didn’t have a really nice tummy. It’s the very first thing I notice. My ex-wife had the best tummy I’ve ever seen in my life. Not too muscular, super soft, flat, rrrrrrgle.
I can speak from experience about the southern accent. I have no clue what it is, but I had quite a set of fans in Canada. Quite the shock, to this shy Mississippi Boy…
Expressive eyes, especially if they’re blue or green.
I love nice hands on a woman. Don’t know how to describe it, but I know I don’t like those fat puffy hands.
Soft, full lips. Holy crap, I could kiss for hours, so you better have some nice lips!
A nice ass. No flat asses allowed.
And I couldn’t possibly leave cunnilingus off the list! If you’re one of those girls that doesn’t like it (incredible as it may be), then I’m sorry. Really. I’m truly sorry for you.
