Things I love about boys and/or girls.

[FuckFantasy]

A light-hearted thread to give appreciation to all those little things we love so much about men or women. The habits of theirs that make us smile, the characteristics that turn us on. Post pics or descriptions or whatever. Post anything and everything. This is sort of an abstract thread.

 

[FuckFantasy]

1. I love a man's voice in general. At best, women's voices are sweet, soft, and sultry. Our laughs can be musical or seductive.

A man's voice can make me wet with a single sound. A rumble deep in his throat, or the sharp inhale of breath before he cracks a grin and a flirty remark. The lusty, low thickness in tone he gets when he's about to say something filthy. And, oh, help me, the sound of abandon he gets when he's about to cum. The loss of control, mixed with the power of his groans and moans, makes me starry-eyed and hungry for more.

Men sound both sexy and cute when tired. I love a strong, dominant man, but when they're sleepy, a bit of vulnerability slips in, and it makes me weak.

And a man who laughs, deeply and often, usually has no idea that there isn't a sexier sound on earth.

Men's voices fucking rock.

2. Men's hands. I don't need to elaborate here, do I?

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

I'm with you on men's hands and voices. Complete sucker for a sexy voice.

Him. I love when he holds my face in his hands, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw just before he kisses me.

The sexy growl he has when he's fucking me. Animalist, hot, rough, possessive. Makes me weak and wanton.

Spooning on the couch, the rough pads of his fingers drifting over my stomach and the way he always dips his hand just barely under edge of my clothing making me wish for more. Drives me fucking crazy. I love it.

How filthy he talks to me. Making me drip with words. Dying with want before he even touches me.

And her. So soft and silky, everywhere. Her whisper soft touches, so slow and gentle that make me beg for more.

Her hair touching my stomach. Black curtain of silk tickling my skin.

How incredibly wet she gets. Makes me fucking nuts. I can't get enough.

 

[choklatekoneko]

I'm with you on men's hands and voices. Complete sucker for a sexy voice.

Him. I love when he holds my face in his hands, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw just before he kisses me.

The sexy growl he has when he's fucking me. Animalist, hot, rough, possessive. Makes me weak and wanton.

Spooning on the couch, the rough pads of his fingers drifting over my stomach and the way he always dips his hand just barely under edge of my clothing making me wish for more. Drives me fucking crazy. I love it.

How filthy he talks to me. Making me drip with words. Dying with want before he even touches me.

And her. So soft and silky, everywhere. Her whisper soft touches, so slow and gentle that make me beg for more.

Her hair touching my stomach. Black curtain of silk tickling my skin.

How incredibly wet she gets. Makes me fucking nuts. I can't get enough.

You see. We really are twins! I've missed you!!!

 

[fr33ks33k]

There are men who love tits, and men who love asses, but for me...it's all in her eyes. The way her pupils dilate when you tweak her body just right, or the way they light up when she smiles. That glint of mischief that is almost surreal, or that dark, hooded stare that tells me she's ready and raring to go...

Now, that's not to say that I don't appreciate a nice pair, be it breasts or buttocks. Those have their place as well, but I guess I really subscribe to the "the eyes are the window to the soul" theory.

Another thing, you ladies' voices can have just as much sway. Those soft whimpers, whispers, delicateness beyond reproach. But also the more guttural noises, an iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove. A grunt forced out by rough handling, a growl from continued torturous teasing, and the roaring of a full-on, toe-curling orgasm. Music to my ears.

Last but not least, a smile. It can melt a heart, break a soul, and fill one with joy. From the barely-there grin, to the wide, cheeky, showin-all-your-teeth variety. The corners of the mouth turn up, and depending on whether it's mirth or mischief, it's always a warm fuzzy feeling, and possibly a tingle in places more prone to tactile response.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

I love how girls tend to extend their feet...stretched out, sometimes toes pointed, sometimes not...the curve of the arch...the tiny bend at the ankle...
I love how we touch our lips in thought
I love how we bend at the waist

 

[sereneone4u]

1. I love a man's voice in general. At best, women's voices are sweet, soft, and sultry. Our laughs can be musical or seductive.

A man's voice can make me wet with a single sound. A rumble deep in his throat, or the sharp inhale of breath before he cracks a grin and a flirty remark. The lusty, low thickness in tone he gets when he's about to say something filthy. And, oh, help me, the sound of abandon he gets when he's about to cum. The loss of control, mixed with the power of his groans and moans, makes me starry-eyed and hungry for more.

Men sound both sexy and cute when tired. I love a strong, dominant man, but when they're sleepy, a bit of vulnerability slips in, and it makes me weak.

And a man who laughs, deeply and often, usually has no idea that there isn't a sexier sound on earth.

Men's voices fucking rock.

2. Men's hands. I don't need to elaborate here, do I?

I'm with you on men's hands and voices. Complete sucker for a sexy voice.

Him. I love when he holds my face in his hands, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw just before he kisses me.

The sexy growl he has when he's fucking me. Animalist, hot, rough, possessive. Makes me weak and wanton.

Spooning on the couch, the rough pads of his fingers drifting over my stomach and the way he always dips his hand just barely under edge of my clothing making me wish for more. Drives me fucking crazy. I love it.

How filthy he talks to me. Making me drip with words. Dying with want before he even touches me.

These are so on the money. *shivers*

I love men

 

[Veroe]

There are men who love tits, and men who love asses, but for me...it's all in her eyes. The way her pupils dilate when you tweak her body just right, or the way they light up when she smiles. That glint of mischief that is almost surreal, or that dark, hooded stare that tells me she's ready and raring to go...

Now, that's not to say that I don't appreciate a nice pair, be it breasts or buttocks. Those have their place as well, but I guess I really subscribe to the "the eyes are the window to the soul" theory.

Another thing, you ladies' voices can have just as much sway. Those soft whimpers, whispers, delicateness beyond reproach. But also the more guttural noises, an iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove. A grunt forced out by rough handling, a growl from continued torturous teasing, and the roaring of a full-on, toe-curling orgasm. Music to my ears.

Last but not least, a smile. It can melt a heart, break a soul, and fill one with joy. From the barely-there grin, to the wide, cheeky, showin-all-your-teeth variety. The corners of the mouth turn up, and depending on whether it's mirth or mischief, it's always a warm fuzzy feeling, and possibly a tingle in places more prone to tactile response.

What he said. The eyes and voice are what makes a woman sexy...she could have the hottest tits and ass and legs that go all the way up to her chin, but without it there in the eyes and sounds in her voice its plastic surgery, a barbie doll, just packaging with no prize inside, and ultimately a dissappointment.

 

[marauder13]

What do I like about the ladies...?

In general, physically, all the right curves in all the right places and all natural. I like a woman that looks like a woman, not someone who could be mistaken for a boy, or someone who's nipples arrives a few minutes before her body. She doesn't need to have a the perfect body either. There is plenty of scope to be attractive without having to fit some specific shape and size.

I also like a woman's smile. The way it can light up her face, give it life.

But most importantly, I like a woman who likes who she is. She may not be a supermodel, or the prettiest woman in the room. But she likes herself, knows the strengths and weaknesses of her body, and just goes with it. That brings forth a confidence that elevates her to a whole new level. The way she walks, her pose, who she deals with people. I find that makes her very attractive.

Lots of ladies out there are really likable on so many different levels.

 

[monique_minx]

The way he runs his fingers through my hair to put me to sleep at night.
The way he cuddles up to me on the couch while we watch tv.
The way he'll massage my feet after a hard day at work without saying a word.

The way he wakes me up with a soft kiss when I fall asleep on the couch before he gets home from work....

I love that one best of all.

 

[yeishia]

What do I find sexy in a man?

Honesty, integrity and total commitment to me in the moments we are together.

It is icing on the cake when he has the kind of voice that curls my toes, an intellect that fires mine and wicked sensual fingers that can guide me to the miracles of erotic sensation.

What he looks like matters not, it is what is inside his soul that matters most to me.

I am not into boys at all.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Few of the many things I love about a girl...

The way she walks in those heels.

When she whispers dirty things in my ear before fucking me senseless.

The way that dress hugs her curves and how she oozes of sensuality and sex.

The way she crooks her finger at me and her eyes tell me how badly she needs me.

The way she gets her knees dirty for me.

Her voice. The way she laughs. The way she makes me laugh.

The way she treats other people kindly and with love. And truly cares about them. Even when they disrespect her and treat her like dirt.

The way she carries herself. With integrity, dignity, and class. And still be a salacious slut in the bedroom.

When she strokes my ego and tells me I'm the Man.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Some things I love about men… (I refuse to call them boys. I haven’t dealt with a boy since high school)


Their smell. The first thing that can make me stop in my tracks is their cologne, aftershave, natural clean scent, what have you. I’ve done it before.

The way they hold themselves. It goes toward how they think of themselves. Walk tall. Head high. Making eye contact.

I love to see them smile. There’s just something about a man who smiles and it reaches their eyes.

Intelligence and having the smart sense to talk to me like I have it.

Biceps. God, I love well developed biceps.

Their sense of humor. Even when it’s meant for the guys. It’s wholesome. Reality. Makes me laugh too even when I'm rolling my eyes or being grossed out.

I love how they make me feel. Reminding me that I am a Woman.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Things I love about Women~

The way they move, no matter how they are built, but especially those long legged ones~ with long steps, swinging hips and a tilted head.

The way their hair falls around their faces in the morning...the scent of it, the feel of it when it touches my skin.

Sounds. Goddess bless but I love the way they sound. Talking, laughing, moaning, crying, bitching...whatever. Nothing does deep and sexy like a woman with a husky voice and a great laugh.

Their scent. Whether it's earthy, sweaty, fresh from the shower or first thing in the morning. Women smell like home.

Things I Love about MY woman~

Her smile. She hates it. I don't.

Her hips. *drools* Oh Goddess, I fucking adore her hips.

Her hair. Long, dark, curly, beautiful.

Her fucking dimple. *sighs*

The way she lets me know that I am worth more than anything she has EVER wanted. She makes me feel loved, gorgeous, needed...without trying hard.

Her eyes. Dark chocolate and so deep I feel like I am drowning when she looks at me.

Her HONESTY. Most people are only honest when it suits them to be...she gives me the same truth that I give to her...and THAT makes me so fuckin' happy.

There are very few things I like about men....but here are a few...

(after all, I am queer, very queer...but some men are more than ok....)

Hands. Oh gods, is it possible to have a hand fetish? Those hands that are large, well shaped, with just a few hairs on the knuckles. *sighs*

Deep voices. Baritone or Bass...so sexy. A husky tenor? Not so good but still I will settle for it...as long as he speaks with proper diction and sounds semi literate.

A wide, well developed back...I could stare for hours....

A great laugh...

(something more but I removed it...too personal)