Friday, July 29, 2011

Erotic Truths, Day 29~Get My Sexy On



29. What makes you sexy to YOU?

This was a tough one to come up with simply because 1.  I don’t like talking about myself (you probably can't tell by this blog though) and 2.  I’m so used to hearing about what other folks find sexy on me

I always perceived myself as that “girl next door” type.  I’m usually the chic that my male friends ask advice when they are having trouble with their relationships, and by the time I am noticed by them (if they were interested in me in a romantic way), it is either too late or I just never saw him in that way.

In either case, I have compiled my list of what makes me sexy.

A.  My overall look
What I mean by my overall look is that many people, including those I attended school with, say I don’t look my age.  At first, I wasn’t sure where people got that assessment until I encountered other people who were in my age group and took a good look.

I’m not sure where to place it on.

I could say genetics.  My grandma is going to be 90 this year but doesn’t look it.  My grandfather was 92 when he passed away in May, and although the cancer had taken away a lot of his weight, for the most part, he didn’t look his age either.

Someone once told me, “The type of life you have lived is mirrored in your face and eyes.  If you have had a tough life, it shows.”

Well, all I’m going to say is that isn’t true for me.  I’ve gone through a lot of tough things; some may not be as rough as others.  Some look at my face and think I’ve gone through nothing, but I definitely know better.

The pic above is a comparison…each pic has a number, which indicates the year the picture was taken.  There are some who even say that I look younger in the right picture than the left picture, although I am not sure how I can look older at 20 than I do at 33.

I’m not sure how long this attribute will hold true but I will celebrate it while I have it (smiles).

My Favorite Eyes Pic.

What Could I Be Thinkin Of?

Side pose...am I mad or nonchalant?


B.  My eyes
I do think my eyes are my best feature.  They stand out; not too slanty.  Not squinty but not so big they just pop out.  They say a myriad of things even if I say not a word.  I have different types of poses as well…and in almost all of them, the eyes definitely have it.

B&W--Goth like pic; loving my lips

like the lips attention in this one too
C.  My lips
They just seem perfect for my face.  Not very thin.  Not overly pouty.  Just very nice to look at.


D.  The calves

Well I took one random picture of my legs; I was like, “Hey, not bad!”  I have admiration for my calves, even though it’s very hard to find boots that will successfully go over them.  Some swear up and down I used to be an athlete; I wish; if I had been, I would be in much better shape and be more disciplined in the art of exercising.



E.  My breasts
The blessing and the curse.

I started developing at age 9.  I don’t remember ever wearing a training bra.  I don’t think I ever was a B cup, even though for the longest time, I had been squeezing myself in the wrong size.  In more cases than not, women are wearing the wrong bra size; I understand why.

It’s more appealing to say you’re a "36DD" than a "38F"; somehow DD just rolls off the tongue better.

Plus, the higher in size the bra, the tougher it is to get one that is sexy and affordable.

Back when I was a D (when I was in junior high/high school), bras had not gotten sexy in that size yet.  That was a privilege reserved for C and under.  Now that industries are catching up and making sexy bras for the DD and under, my breasts have grown to the point where I still cannot enjoy that luxury.

When you have to special order your bras, it’s aggravating because they are not cheap--you can spend up to $100 on just one bra; also there is no guarantee the bra will last for long, even when you wash it by hand and follow the instructions.

supposedly with Magic Lift...lol
Wires can dig.  I’ve had my wires poke through the fabric and pierce my skin, even though it was the right size.

The ones that supposedly give lift without the wire wear out eventually as well.  The lift isn’t quite the same (understatement); the variety of colors is slim--black, white, beige, brown…with little hints of pink, yellow.  And sports bras, even tougher to find.

Plus, the whole aspect of back pain, the fit in the clothes.

If I could and had the money, I would definitely consider a breast reduction.  If I could get them down to a DD, I would be happy with just that.  I know what they look like as a DD; they still would look pretty decent on me.  It would help with almost all of the back pain; the way the clothes fit; I’d probably go down two sizes if the titans would become regular buildings.

But until then, whether I wear a V neck or an oversized T shirt, I still get looks because of the chesties.


 F.  Articulation
I feel like being articulate, in speaking and in writing, is a way I convert being sexy.  I am a good listener.  I communicate in a way that shows I’m intelligent; I’m in tune with my thoughts and what the other person is thinking.  The way I write definitely draws people into getting to know more, whether I’m writing about erotica, my life, or something that happened while living my life.

Even men who just want to get their freak on do not want to get it on with someone who’s personality is a lump of coal.  They have to have something…like the boldness after a few drinks to come up to him and say, “Wanna fuck?” Or to dress provocatively to make up for if she doesn’t have stuff to say.  Well, that’s them; that’s not me.

I’m an overall total package.

Mysterious
Open Minded
Nice (with hints of Naughty)
Imaginative (and Intelligent)
Curious (with dabs of Caution if need be)
Attentive (with generous amounts of Allure & Artistry)

Nuff said!














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