Hands and Knees

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man and woman holding hands over bent knees

 

Perhaps not quite what you expected?

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Defining SEXY: The Male Body Beautiful

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What is the sexiest part of a man’s body?

This, to me, is like the Best Sex question.  He knows that these kinds of inquiries make me insane, but he asks anyway.

Sexiest?  In what way?  And you’re going to have to define ‘sexy’ first, please.  Because my first answer, in terms of what attracts me to a person, is always going to be “his mind” even when it’s clear that the man asking me this question (read: my spouse) has obviously *lost* his mind, because he knows questions like this make me fist-clenchingly crazy.

Me being…well…ME, I ask for clarification.

Which he provides with alacrity.  (Alacrity, and a stunning disregard for the fact – a fact he knows full well – that I can barely muster a ‘meh’ interest in a man based on physical characteristics alone, nevermind actually find said Physical Man to be ‘sexy’.)

“You know what I mean, hon,” he expounds oh-so-unhelpfully.  “Physical traits.  When you look at a guy, what part of him are you looking at?  What is sexy to you?  What turns you on?”

Sometimes I think he (and every other man I’ve ever been in a relationship with) has convinced himself (with the assistance of mass media and geared-to-men magazine advertisements and the contrivances of commercialism) that {a} there *must* be ONE answer to this question, and {b} that *I* must have THE answer.

Oh, and that {c} obviously the answer is PENIS.  Amiright?!  Because, What else could a woman possibly be interested in?

What else, indeed?

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Guess

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It’s unobtrusive, yes.  But that surreptitious glance tells me you’re wondering.  You’re trying to guess.

And when your eyes steal their fleeting glimpses, following the seam of my jeans, your expressive “Is she…?” is clearly written across your features.

Hmmm…

Am I?

Would you like to know what I’m wearing underneath?

Perhaps it is a scrap of lace.  A barely there triangle, not quite covering but not quite… not.

Or a band of satin, low-slung and seamless, hugging my body like a second skin.

Thong, bikini, tanga, or briefs?

Boyshorts, maybe?

Batgirl panties?  (Or Wonder Woman or Cookie Monster or…)

Or perhaps,

Maybe,
Possibly,
Perchance,

I am wearing…

Nothing.  But.  Skin.

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Would you like to know?

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Juxta-Posed

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Some couples are joined at the hip.

Not so, Us.

But if we were…

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