Asian women. Probably has a lot to do with why I moved to Tokyo.
Muscular women. Not bodybuilder-size, but the aerobics instructors at the fitness club drive me crazy.
Baseball caps on women with long, straight hair. I have no idea why.
Punk/traditional girls. I saw some college-age women outside a club near my apartment a few weeks ago, dressed in kimonos but with spiked hair and black make-up. Incredible.
Now for a weird one: mothballs. I don’t use them as a sexual accessory, mind you, but the smell is guaranteed to give me a raging hard-on. It’s a completely pavlovian response that comes from finding a cache of old Penthouse magazines in an attic when I was 13. One whiff and I start hearing “I never thought I would ever be writing a letter to Penthouse, but one day…”
The big one is bellies. The navel in particular. It all revolves around the navel.
A Happy Trail on a woman can be very sexy, but only on a very few, particular women. Specifically, the masculine, athletic kind.
I like women that don’t shave their legs/armpits. It’s not that I particularly like the hair. In fact, on a purely superficial level, I prefer the smooth skin, but not shaving shows self-confidence so I vastly prefer it.
I like very distinctive, unusual looking faces. This is a very big one. Women who are just ordinarily beautiful bore me.
Long hair.
My scalp is one of my biggest erogenous zones. The feeling of hairs being tugged gently sets off little explosions of pleasure in my follicles. I have a single solid lock of hair which, if it is moved around just right, works extremely well in this regard
Me, I have a thing for water and wetness, though I dont think this is uncommon. And I’m not even talking bikinis in the turf wet, a woman with wet hair or water dripping down her face, even covered head to toe, still does it for me. Has nothing to do with small outfits or anything just… women and water… mmmmm…
If they haven’t got an enthusiastic, nice smile then they don’t get a second look.
Ponytail’s anytime but esp. when they’re coming out of the back of a cap as already mentioned
Manicured pubic hair. Neatness there implies a woman comfortable with her sexuality and gets an extra point for effort of presentation.
FMB’s
btw I have an accent…
1970: People born in this decade will become known as Generation X kids, Deep Throat the movie, Apollo 13 mission, US widens the Vietnam war by moving into Cambodia – riots and protests ensue across the country and world, “Let It Be” hits the charts, Jimi Hendrix and Vince Lombardi died, ELO pushes musical boundaries, dpr born.
The female derriere. Great big heart shaped bottoms…doughy/stiff and all points in between. Gimme a cuppa glutteous maximus, I’ll eat it here. Yow.
Regarding female bass players: here are a few famous ladies that have stolen my heart:
Sara Lee: League of Gentlemen, Gang of Four
Poison Ivy: Cramps
Tina Weymouth: TalkingHeads, Tom-Tom Club (In an interview Tina has talked about their early days at CBGB. She was inexperienced, and played her fingers bloody. That was a big draw, folks going to see her bleed. Eccch.)
Whenever I saw these gals perform I would try to get eye contact. Poison Ivy looked at me and smiled (snarled?) I remain smitten.
For clothing, I’m turned on by skirts—pleated, preferably, and certainly plaid. I don’t know why this is; I didn’t go to Catholic school, and I sure don’t have any interest in young girls, even if they’re wearing plaid.
Another thing I’m into is big noses. Sicilian, Slavic, Semitic, Hellenic—what have you.
Further: accents and elocution. A girl with a foreign accent (northern or western European, preferably) can drive me wild just by talking. Besides that, I like clear elocution. If she can speak clearly and concisely, that’s a turn-on, too.
These are fetishes. I’ve fallen head over heels for girls who don’t meet any of these criteria. I might put intelligence and polish into this, but those aren’t fetishes; those are prerequisites. (By the way: if a girl can hold her own in a discussion of T.S. Eliot’s The Wasteland, she’ll drive me wild, so I guess we’re drifting into fetish territory again…)
oh…oh…ohhhhh!!! God. I was at a party with a very very Gorgeous, muscle bound, happy trail havin’ German two years ago and we were of course talking about sex. He leaned over to me and said, in this growly German accent,
Personally, I prefer to leave a small strip of hair, a sort of very narrow mustache if you will. The place where the hair grows in different directions is nearly impossible to get totally smooth. Wouldn’t want to cause any stubble burn would we?
And besides just a little hair left reminds you that you are dealing with a real woman and not some prepubescent girl.
I’ve never had to rely on pubic hair to identify a real woman. But landing strips are good too. A clean cut is good basically, I guess. And since fair is fair, I always try to trim too. What’s good for the goose, no?