Ice.
The word “woof” whispered in my ear.
**
Mmm, Sara you’ve reminded me of my other weakness. Some guys like their back rubbed or their feet rubbed, but my forearms are a where it’s at. Smooth light touching there gives me the chills evertime. It’s not always a turn-on, but it’s always mind-blowing!
I won’t reiterate the previous things like brains, hands, long hair - that seems pretty normal to me.
Here are some funky ones I have.
- Women who garden.
No idea why but if I came home and found her on her hands and knees in the garden, digging around, dirt handprints on her butt, I’d have to lay one on her. If she says something like, “Honey, that needs more sun…can you take it outside and put it on the patio?” YOWZA. I looooove to see women with flowers. Hell, I buy flowers for women just to see them fiddle with the arrangement in the vase.
- Crabby women.
I’m a glutton for punishment. They can’t be crabby all the time - just that occassional poutiness and crabbiness. It makes me want to spoil them. Along the same lines…
- Women with PMS.
I know you think I’ve lost it but I’m serious. For some reason, when a woman is having PMS, I want to spoil her rotten. It’s really very odd because sometimes women want to be left alone when all I want to do is draw their bath, make them some dinner, read a book to them. It’s a seriously weird fetish. And I do mean Fetish. After the bath, dinner and book, I want sex.
- Women folding laundry.
And no, it doesn’t have to be my laundry. In fact, I think I’d be too uncomfortable having anyone but me fold my laundry. Watching her fold her panties…WOW.
- Their shower routine.
I love it when women get out of the shower - and then the preening begins. Lotion for the legs, different lotion for the face, little bit of that, little bit of this… I dated a girl who used peppermint lotion just for her feet and for some reason, that made me nuts.
- Ankles.
I think because I had a crush on a woman for a year and the only bare part of her I saw other than arms, neck, etc - was that little bit of bare ankle. I fixated on it because I could sit in a meeting and look down like I was thinking and just stare at her ankle.
- Shy shy shy girls.
Shy girls are the best. They are almost always modest and that is extremely, extremely charming.
- Winking.
I have NO clue why - it makes me want to grin and turn red. Once, I thought this girl at a donut shop was winking at me - over and over and over again. I was weirded out until I realized she had a glass eye and just one eye was blinking. How sad is that?
I think that’s most of them. 
Tibs
Necks, collar bones and ankles.
Breezy sundresses, well kept( long or short) hair. The pony tail/ball cap combo is really wonderful.
Bright clear eyes and a confident, fairly aggressive demeanor in the kip.
Luckily for me, Mrs. Nipples fits the bill on all of the above.
I’m thankful she likes a dumpy looking soon to be out of work radio announcer.
Almost anything turns me on. Everyone except mean, smelly women can get me going…
Heh,
Thanks Tibs, that’s the stuff.
Speaking of weird, I once read in Savage Love about a person who had a cold fetish, as in head cold. He wanted to meet other people with a head cold fetish, and apparently he did. Anyone for a mutual viral infection?
Myyyy pleasure, Egad. Which sort of begs the question: What if your fetish was posting about your fetishes?
Tibs.
…or reading about other people’s fetishes? Could I just be using you all for my deviant sexual gratification?
This remonds me of the Office Masturbation thread in GM…
But…if my fetish was being used for the deviant sexual gratification of others…OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, YYYEEEEESSSSSSSSS!
>smoothly and lightly stroking cykrider’s forearm
Hmmm “chills every time” “ot alway’s a turn on” and “always mind-blowing” You are full of contradictions. I’m intrigued…
>smoothly and lightly stroking other forearm
Do go on…
Well, lets just say that when this happens to me I’m so over come by different emotions, I don’t know what to think. 
I’ll have to call you next time I go to the laundromat. (Ooh, and there’s a wink!)
Here is a list of different traits in women that drive me wild. Put all of them together, and you’ve got my total fetish list, I guess:
- Well muscled (not “large muscled”) physique
- Either short black or long red hair
- leather, vinyl /PVC
- navel piercings
- Fuck me BOOTS: The OTC quick lace combat boots with a built up lug sole and heel (as in the ubiquitous quote: "Leave… the boots…ON!)
- tight tummies
- dark eyes (if they look a little haunted or secretive, more’s the better)
- pouty lips
- pale skin
- bust = B cup or larger, not bigger than D
- slightly rounded symmetrical ass – GRIP-ABLE
- Obvious adventurous streak (like someone said earlier, the kind of woman that might look at you and say, “So, want to go to Mexico for the weekend?”)
- A slight appetite for pain. I’m not talking about branding, whips, etc., just an enjoyment of intermediate biting, hair pulling, scratching, etc. in the heat of the moment.
- A tattoo or two, preferably on the hip or shoulder - ideally both.
- and finally… She has to be able to sing “Closer” in my ear. On pitch is preferred, but force of conviction counts for even more.
Now I want to find a good 3D modeling program and build an image… Damn.
Oh, I thought of another one. Flannel pajamas. Yummy. Is that wrong?
-string bikinis
-thong bikinis
-butt tattos
-long hair
-dark skin/green eyes
Hmmm…I have all those qualities except the swallowing (haven’t had the opportunity) and the plumpness (I’m on the willowy side)
rummages through her room to look for a picture of her fang teeth to send to Koevoet
pokes nose into thread
Chance, how YOU doin’?
Will you marry me?
Today, during my Lunch block, I was sitting inbetween these two girl friends of mine, both quite attractive.
One of them had her cd player with her, and I asked to listen to it. She had Radiohead’s “Kid A.” I love that album… which is what this thread is about… You’ll see what I mean…
Anyway, I listened to the first track, and I nearly jumped the girls. That album is one of the most orgasmic experience I’ve ever had… So my turn on is Radiohead’s Kid A. That’s right…
Also, belly buttons and neck kisses… getting hot in here or is it just me?
Last time I went to renfest I say this guy all day in a kilt, and he was a runner with nice “soccer legs”. MMMMMMMMM, damn he looks good in a kilt. I hope he works this year because I am working there and I wanna see those legs again.
I seem to like guys who are between really skinny and kinda muscular, especially if they’re kinda stretched out looking. Dark eyes are always a turn on, and if they kind of stand out as striking in any colour, then I’m enamoured with their eyes. I’m also an ass woman. I was in Boston Market buying dinner and I was just staring at this guy’s ass. It was really nice and round and the shorts he was wearing hung perfectly from them. :: drools ::
Hmmmmmmmm, well, I really love animalistic grows and purrs from guys, and especially if they’re noisy in bed. Also, I’m a touchy feely kind of person, so I like to be in someone’s physical space, especially if he’ll let me touch his bit of pudge belly. [ohhhhhhh, I love when it’s just sticking out a little bit! I just hate that the guys who have it hate it. Lemme touch, lemme touch!] 
Ehh…not me. I like 'em plump. A nice belly, big thighs, round butt. I like the ones with medium builds that have a little extra chub too. Nothing like a spare tire to turn me on! Abs are nice, but when I go in for my move and hehas some extra flub, get out of my way!
A little trunk in the chunk never hurt anyone - something to hold on to. Muscles are okay, but not neccessary.
As for hair, well, hair’s great. I like hairy guys. (Is it me or does my dream man sound like a trucker? Well, as long as he reads poetry and enjoys discussing politics…) But sometimes a nice bald head is sexy. I could do without the comb-over in favor of a nice big bald head.
I’m glad someone shares the forearm thing.
As for my German boyfriend, Jay, he was the best. Senior year of high school. I won him over IMing him about German history - for a “paper” (yeah right!). Best move I ever made. And his voice - he talked very quietly so I had to lean over to here him, but his voice was all deep and growl-y and he had the best accent. I loved when he used the wrong words for things too. He was undeniably the best-looking guy I ever dated. I think I’ll go stare at his picture.
Those last five months of my senior year were the best ever. 
Ya’ll are making me seriously rethink my decision to bob my hair.