I care to dogs, have way too much dog under my roof, I think dogs are just special and unique creatures.
Yet some dogs just strike me as plain ugly. And I can't avoid saying it out loud. I can't avoid it. Verbatim, I say "You have no fault but you're so ugly".
In my language sounds a lot better.
This horrifies people. And then I always play with the pooch. Which confuses everyone.
They may be ugly but I'd rather have a world filled with ugly dogs than a world devoid of dogs.
I was a teen once. Older women had that je ne sais quois... but - and I'm speaking about myself - it was admiration from afar. Very much mixed with desire, yes, but not like I saw in that girl's eyes. That was pure basic lust, borderline animalistic.
Sincerely speaking, I hope she doesn't end in hot waters for that proclivity of hers.
I'm thinking of vampires after reading this. I'm a great fan of the late Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles and there are several passages where the terror turns into a sensual release and surrender.
One event, there was a woman. She was one of those everyday looking girls. Her figure simply screamed feminine at me. Wide hips, a very generous cleavage, on the plump side. Far from stunning but very well dressed, tastefully, with light makeup.
She was wearing jeans but with high heels. Sitting at a table, legs crossed, a foot in the air, playing with her shoe on the tip of her toes. Completely engrossed in the conversation she was having but her foot was just casually yet deftly playing with that shoe.
I was tending a bar, so I had to keep my head level. My second head was more invested in that little show. My erection must have risen and subsided half a dozen times over the span of two hours.
And at some point, by some furtuitous chance, she locked her eyes on me as she kept dangling that damn shoe, smilling. I came in my underwear. No touch, no other stimuli besides that "private" show I created in my head.
Of all things, that would be the least dangerous of all to suggest.