Whatta lame bunch of guys you are! Get off your metaphorical cyber asses and answer the man! What sends you to chub heaven? What makes one eye tear up?
If I was a man, thank the heavens I am not, but if I were a vixen a la Maureen O'Hare would do it every time. And thinking of her all prim and proper with a freshly spanked bottom would almost make my Jockey short gooey. Oh to be John Wayne in The Quiet Man when he throws her on the bed and brakes it....
Think I need to go get some psychoanaysis....
Hey! Wake up guys! Here's your perfect combination "fun" and "serious" (okay, so that's a stretch) thread and you aren't answering the question. I want answers! Please?
*joining the other women under the table. Pass the popcorn..... we may be here for awhile...*
Panties? Sorry I'm late, but did someone say panties?
Countess, you're looking quite nice in those sexy undies!
I echo the thought of two bi-sexual women and I in a naked game of Twister!
The sight of Bridget Fonda. The thought of the two bi-sexual women actually being Bridget and Cameron Diaz... Mmmmmmm.
I like a confident, playful woman.
Exhibitionism,... Voyeurism...
Porn.
A little assplay every now and again -- yes, giving and receiving.
Have I mentioned panties?
Better than almost any situation is an imagined extension of that situation. I could get a boner at the supermarket if I thought the chick beside me had intentionally put her face there rather than just a fortunate choice of breakfast cereal. Likewise I might not if my girl was stripping with intent, if my mind was seriously (it'd have to be really bloody seriously) occupied.
But, the question is what do I imagine. Anytime anywhere the thought of two or more bi women and me will get a rise. Walking behind a sexy ass in satain boxers with my mind playing merry hell on her will force me to sit for a while. Daydreams of the inocent looking exterior on the sexual succibus give me twitches. And anticipation of an upcoming erotic liason will prepare me for the ability to perform said liason, sort of a self fulfilling prophecy.
It's gotta be teasing, not sexual, but the kind of banter that two people share when they know that the joking is just that-joking and no feelings are hurt.
For instance, once the FantasyGoddess and I were at a fancy smacny restaurant and I made a comment about the table cloth bothering me because it kept brushing my thighs. Without missing a beat, she said, "Yeah, I can see how it would bother you, you aren't used to ANYTHING brushing you there." It killed me, made me want her. Oh yeah.
What Makes ME hard, and stand to attention, it is called mind control, the thought of me telling my female to cum, after I have talked her to a state of complete submission, with out touching her. Watching her face, her hands, her legs, as her juices flow down the insides her thighs, the thought of me tasting her, makes me cum to. x x x
I can be interesting, I can keep it up. And that can be real interesting.
*listens intently to the girl talk under the table, could have sworn he heard Juliangel telling the countess what made her wet, of course it may have just been the pop corn*