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Okay everyone lets write down all the things we adore about girls........
Here's a start.... eyes
mouth
curves
soft skin
smells
smiles
pussy lips
wetness
hard nipples
losing control
watching her orgasm
bare necks
cute faces
sassyness
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Okay everyone lets write down all the things we adore about girls........
Here's a start.... eyes
mouth
curves
soft skin
smells
smiles
pussy lips
wetness
hard nipples
losing control
watching her orgasm
bare necks
cute faces
sassyness
Beleive it or not: Idle chatter
I'd rather be with women yakking, than men talking sports.
Is there a word for the way a woman can envelpoe you into her aurora?
"Apple of my Eye", "bated breath", "brave new world", "caught red-handed" - all coined by Shakespeare.
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I'd rather be with women yakking, than men talking sports.
If by "yakking" you mean; Entwined in a Caligulan erotic mass of epic proportions. A veritable bastion of supple limbs and interlocking geometric shapes? A well oiled, undulating mass going thru un-countable frictionless circadian rhythmic poundings?
...Mmmm, then YES, I would rather be 'yakking' too!
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If by "yakking" you mean; Entwined in a Caligulan erotic mass of epic proportions. A veritable bastion of supple limbs and interlocking geometric shapes? A well oiled, undulating mass going thru un-countable frictionless circadian rhythmic poundings?
that's the weirdest definition of yakking I've ever seen.
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SCSIgirl,
Is there a word for the way a woman can envelpoe you into her aurora?
yes, i know the feeling. like i said i have a few platonic female friends, some are out of town, some i see often. they are all (to me) very attractive women. i just sit there and they go, and i make perfect eye contact. because, lets face it, a guy just wants to stare into a beautiful girl's eyes while she emotionally unloads (but not in a raised voice!!! and just stare into those windows.
that's it, right?
wscott
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that's the way it goes. but don't forget, it goes the other way too.
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I enjoy the timbre of their voice
I like the way they look in the eyes of people they talk to.
I like the grace with which they move
their swift hand motion
the way their hands, elbows, knees relate to their arms, legs
I like the tall gawky awkward grace of teenagers grown beyond their nervous control
I love their skin
their scent
their flavours
I love their self assuredness as small people in a big person's world.
I love the infinite variety of breast, size, shape, pendulous or stand up fim.
I like to watch their motion as she moves, nude or under clothes,
nipples protruding are also a turn on
The nape of the neck, the fine hairs all over the skin
I love a great looking ass, that little flat space at the small of the back
and most I love the little gap at the juncture of their legs, from front or back, nude or clothed
the soft downey skin at the top of the inner thighs
and the sweet smooth curve of the pubis as it rounds down in to that gap, clothed or nude, smoothe or hairy.
Have I ever lied to you before?
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