All bodies are, of course, flawed (especially mine!). Is that why I never pose totally nude for the camera? Maybe. But more:
It’s easier to be sexier when partially — indeed, even fully — clothed. I’m not saying anything new, of course. So the question is: why do guys I hardly even know keep sending me digital close-up’s of their penises?
If they’re simply exhibitionists, I could understand. But most of them apparently think it’s the equivalent of sending me a dozen red roses — a way to win me over, seduce me, make me want to suck and fuck them.
It’s become a pet peeve of mine — these penis pictures. Oh, how I long for a suggestive photo of an ever hardening bulge in an attractive man’s well-tailored pants! Now, that’s something I could happily imagine wrapping my mind — and my lips! — around.
“Imagine” is the operative word. Leaving some things to the imagination is what the very best, most erotic, sex is all about. Frisson, anticipation, creative tension, stories to be told, narratives to be developed, yearning/longing to be explored, bodies to be made beautiful.
So “upskirt” I’ll do — and I’ll have fun doing it, flashing a crotch shot while clad in a chic bodysuit. But a clinical, pantyless, between-the-legs close-up — no thanks! I’ll spare you.