What Catches Your Eye?
Looking at an erotic photograph is hardly an objective experience. Your response brings forth a fairly broad range of your sexuality: the realities of your past, things hoped for and foolish fevered dreams.
Looking at this cover of The Bitch Goddess, what catches your eye?
The woman’s legs? For me they are just a framing device, her presence provides context.
It is the man. Because I’d like to be him. On my knees. The joy of restraints, the bit gag (much sexier than the traditional ball gag). Looking up at someone who has me helpless, my mind torn between anticipation and dread at where I’m about to be taken. My body her plaything. Lashes that will cut into my mind as well as my flesh.
What do you see?
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Her shapely ass.
Seriously.
Unsurprisingly my eyes were drawn more to her whip.
I’m all about the boy. Well, except for the part where he looks 12, which kind of worries me.
The boy. Then her crotch. And I can’t seem to stop looking at it.
Her legs, Her whip, Her shoes. I want to be Her. I AM Her. That’s why my eyes are drawn to her.
My eyes are not nearly as drawn to the boy, partly because I prefer women over men in that position.
I’m impressed by anyone who can maintain a stance that wide in shoes like that, without twisting their ankle. Give me combat boots anyday.
High heels do make for nice eye candy though.
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