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I recently talked to this girl, and I liked her light brown smooth hair, her green eyes and how she was rolling them while talking, her white smooth skin, her beautiful smile, her voice and how she was moving her head and using her hands when talking. I liked how witty she was. I liked when she touched my shoulder. I liked everything about her, everything. She was simply gorgeous and (I dare saying) closer to be an angel than a human.
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All that I can do is remember. Immediately after my divorce I found a USENET board for divorced Roman Catholics who were the ones who had been left behind. Men and women. I can't remember the entirety of my short message but it was about the little things that I missed. I think that I started it by saying: It's not really the sex that I miss... I miss the quick hello and goodbye kisses. I miss walking in the park holding hands. I miss returning home from a long run and the taste of her sweat and the grapefruit smell of her underarms. I miss that we would by two copies of a new book so that we could read it together. I miss the fact that she was a faster reader. ...on and on. I had a manic episode that included a long intense hypersexual period. There was nothing graceful about it. For maybe a week, I've been recalling the sex again, from the smooth and gentle to the bloody rough. It was good, particularly when I was in love. I had two bad sexual experiences in my life; the rest were incredible to mindaltering. My first love, pre-teen and beyond, we weren't shy at all; playful, "does this feel good?" "Try this." "Am I hurting you?" "Please pull out in time." "Oh, God, oh, God, oh God!" "You feel so good." "You taste so good." I couldn't have asked for a lovelier, more exciting, more lovable partner. I can't remember them all, I can't remember each time with those that I loved. But I can remember more than I thought possible and the joy makes me feel sad now. "Only love can break your heart, Try to be true right from the start." – Neil Young |
#28
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How old are you? I know precisely why I'm unlikeable now, but, my God, when I was healthy it was like bulls and cows in rut all year round. How can you make such a blanket statement? How do you know that women don't like you?
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#29
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I like women because they are physically weak and they require me for protection.
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#30
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I used my mouth, starting with, same as you, her long, soft light brown hair and worked my way down. She has green eyes, too, but kept a dark tan. When I got to her mouth, with my mouth, just after I said, "I love the way that you put your finger to your mouth when you're thinking," I exploded. It wasn't a first time but it was my most intense orgasm that I'd experienced. And the longest and most copious. That feeling in your prostate, I guess, when it's bucking and pulsating and you can't stop thrusting. She just said, "wow," and played with the semen that was all over her torso. When I say that I loved everything about her, and for the next 7 years, I mean everything. If that had happened with anyone else, I think that I may have been ashamed or that the response would have been totally different. This is embarrassing to admit... I thought that she had sexy feet. We both had, what I later learned, was a deformity called "Morton's toe," where the second toe, not the big toe, is the longest. It almost looks like you have extra joints in your toes. I never had a "foot fetish," I just found something sexual in every inch of a woman's body. For YEARS, though, she thought that her feet were gross...feet in general were gross. Damn. Starting to cry again. They were all so beautiful. All of them. Head to toe. Labia like fingerprints, different for each one. I don't know why I had to find fault with, and leave, three of them. Love likes a gander, and adores a goose: Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize; She played it quick, she played it light and loose; My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees; Her several parts could keep a pure repose, Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose (She moved in circles, and those circles moved). |
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#32
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I like everything about women and if they have a good personality it's a huge plus.
I love their bodies I love their hair I love the way they smell, the way they feel, I could go on and on LOL. ![]()
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I traded it in for a whole 'nother world A pirate flag and an island girl |
#33
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They are so beautiful ... all of them ... when they are kind ... truly kind
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#34
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They do through the pains of child birth and I don't have to. If I needed to that baby would not come out of me....
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Personality, sense of humor, butts, long hair, legs, height differences, affectionate romance, softness
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#36
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They're just people. Some are good, some are bad.
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#37
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Well, it's perhaps their "Love". Since, when they love you, trust you, and encourage in your all highs and lows, then I think you've the most precious thing in your life. And, besides, their "Elegant" acts, always take my breath away... For example,
1 - When they hold your arm when you both are walking. 2 - Play with their hair. 3 - Act like they're a royal queen - when they're on a date. 4 - Fight for you. 5 - Passionately attempt to achieve their goals/Or, stubborn about them. All these things I personally like in a woman. |
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Sensitive intelligence. When a women is smart, she is much less likely than a man be cocky about it and more likely to be sensitive to other peoples issues. So sexy!
Oh yeah, and back dimples! Ugh. They make me melt. ![]() |
#39
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Excluding physical attributes, the first thing that comes to mind is when a woman is creating something. There's just something about a woman making something, anything, that I find really attractive.
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#40
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That they are not men. I like men too, but I love women for all the ways they are not men.
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