Women are sensual, beautiful creatures. I love being a woman. Brad accuses me of wanting to be a man. Yes. At one time I was pretty sure I would have preferred to have been born a boy. I’ve grown into myself and just accepted my reality. That’s not to say that I don’t applaud those that feel they want the outside to match how they feel inside. You do you boo!
It is strange to me how as a teenager I desperately wanted to be with a girl, even though I also thoroughly enjoyed fucking boys. In my twenties the thought of being with another woman was not that apealling anymore and even though I did try it one night while very drunk it wasn’t something I felt all that necessary.
To this day Ivy is the closest I’ve come to lust for a woman as an adult. That was fun….a hell of a lot of fun…but…there’s a barrier there. An emotional barrier where I don’t quite feel like my heart is safe with women. At least I think that’s what it is. I haven’t really put too much effort into it or questioned it too much since I have so much fun with men.
I do however find this woman intriguing, alluring and even mouth-wateringly sexy. Do I want to sleep with her? Nope. Not really. But I still find this blog showing her massaging her pussy lips just fascinating. I’m honestly not sure why she doesn’t have more followers. I find this so yummy to look at….but we all know I’m just one big perv. Lol