I’m definitely a breast woman. Not to sound conceited or anything but I have a pretty amazing ass so when people ask me if I’m a breast or butt person, I say breasts without hesitation. Why would I say ass? That’s what I’m bringing to the table. Actually, to be fair, I wouldn’t turn a great ass down but breasts are really where it’s at for me. They don’t have to be big. It’s about quality, not quantity.
Besides breasts, I’m also obsessed with women with shaved heads, partially or totally shaved. I find it incredibly sexy, like an extra layer of nakedness. I wish I had the right head-shape to be able to do it but I fear that, with my skinny little head, I’d look like a cancer patient. Tattoos and piercings are also high on my list of likes. I love rock chick look that makes me think she’s a total fucking badass. And don’t get me wrong, I also like girly girls and nerdy girls, all kinds of girls. Basically, I just like girls.
Look at me, I sound disgusting but I can’t help it. The female form is intoxicating. Consider: a woman’s beautiful smelling hair, her curves and lips, her inner thighs. I love how soft her skin is when you nuzzle her neck and her tiny little wrists and ankles (compared to a man’s). The lack of coarse, all-covering body hair is reason enough to love women.
Of course, there are many non-physical things to love about women; their sense of humour, intellect and personality, for example. But they’re generally the same things you love about a man so forgive me for focusing on just the physical in this particular post.
I’ve discovered that so much of online dating is visual. You make your decisions based on pictures; sites like Tinder and 3nder are a smorgasbord of available flesh. Granted, they’re not all available to me but they’re available to someone out there (supposedly). As you swipe through the profiles and photos, it’s easy to imagine these people in your life, your bed, your kitchen, your shower, wherever the fuck you do it.
I’ve always wondered about those that don’t fill out a profile. You’re literally forced to judge them on their appearance, which always feels a bit mean. But hey, if that’s how they want it, who am I to judge? I’m happy to drink in the visual pleasures of the female anatomy with the hope that – one day – I’ll no longer be limited to just looking.