Her ass? Her garter belt? Stockings? High heels? Perhaps even her tousled brown hair?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. But those aren't the reason why I find it sexy.
She reminds me of the prostitutes in Amsterdam in the Red Light district. Standing in their red lit windows, many would make eye contact to men passing by and beckon them over. Many others stood leaning against a wall or sitting on a stool on their cellphones. I found this both amusing and sexy. Just like the pic above.
As with the whores and the pic above, the women are not paying attention to the viewer. Above, the woman looks through a magazine, looking at another woman whose gaze is averted, as if analyzing something in the distance. Her legs are crossed, and its easy to imagine she's been swinging them back and forth idly. She is sexy because the picture makes us voyeurs. We are not looking at her, we are watching her. Observing her as she lives. The whores did this unintentionally, offering to us glimpses of her that are not mediated. We see the smirks or frowns as she reacts to whatever is on her phone. And here we see the suggestion that the stockinged legs swing in boredom over the magazine.
Perhaps she waits for a man. Perhaps a woman. Perhaps for both. Perhaps she got all dressed up in order to feel sexy, and then became bored with the game and started reading a magazine. It is in these unguarded moments, however, when elements of vulnerability emerge, and she becomes exquisitely sexy.
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I've been extraordinarily open minded about sex ever since my first year in college, when I learned women could have orgasms. (I was a late bloomer in high school.) Nothing shocks me. All of it interests me. I can never get enough of it.
All of the pics in my blog are stolen/borrowed from other websites. I consider myself not really a thief, but a pirate. Arrrrrrr!!!
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