Well, I thought I’d introduce myself by talking about something interesting. So here I am. wicked grin
The questions involve what you like, what turns you on, and why. The first two I find many are able to answer, not quite so many willing to. The last is one most have to really think about. And, not to be asking a question I won’t answer myself, I’ll bring it up.
I’m a very mentally-turned on person. I’m also very tactile and (what the hell do you call it when it’s smell?).
Some people just smell so good they’re hard to walk away from. No, I don’t mean perfume or cologne, that’s actually a bad thing - makes me sneeze. I mean their personal scent, the smell that comes off of their skin and is different for all people. I don’t think people are unable to tell the difference (it’s NOT a dog thing!), I think they never bother to notice. It’s not like it’s not obvious, if you look for it.
Some people feel good. Their skin, the way they touch me, tracing fingers or fingernails lightly across the skin, or playing with my hair, particularly close to my scalp… it’s delicious. The feel of a slim-but-strong torso pressed against my chest or back, the heat radiating off their skin, rising and falling with their breathing… or perhaps just the barest of caresses on my face. Face hair on them is really bad - I hate being scratched, especially on my face, and spikes always scratch me, even if they’re conditioned. Yick.
But the biggest part is their mind. A logical, capable, frequently mathematical mind is an incredible turn-on. Being capable and self-sufficient is a must. Being whiny, apologetic, afraid of themselves or of others for no good reason, is bad. Very bad. Low self-esteem is reasonably annoying, but huge egos are worse. And focus is… well, irresistible.
The person who does martial arts not for the fighting ability but to improve their mind and body, to gain focus and become better, frequently gets the body I would go for - lean, strong, stretchy, without the popping veins that gross me out so much. And to look into their eyes is to look directly into their soul - not an empty place, not a vacant fog, but a teeming metropolis of thought, bursting with emotion and spirit and bustling with activity. The very being with someone like that is sometimes enough to send me into orgasmic throbbing, though I do try not to show that to other people. It would get kind of weird.
Anyway, there you have it. Now I’m here. grin
