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This is how I feel about sexy guy pics. Sort of.

As the Winner of several consecutive Heterosexual Awards, I’m comfortable sharing that I can find a guy sexy. But it’s not like I want to get down on my knees in front of him, as much as I might like what I see there. 🤣

Meaning, it’s based more on envy—I wish I had hair like that—If I had those abs, I’d never wear a shirt—I wish my ass was all muscles like his—Look at that package!—I wish my skin was so perfectly tan and flawless—that kind of thing.

I can get aroused because I think of all the sex that guy must have and how can I not get aroused thinking of all those women who could ogle me if I looked like that? šŸ¤·ā€ā™‚ļø

Now before everyone comes to my defense, I already know I’m perfect as I am. Believe me, I’m totally into me. But still, don’t we all want more than we have? 🧐

Hot bodies are hot bodies. Our definitions of ā€œhotā€ all differ, and that’s okay, that’s why it’s fun to look!

EDITED: for content. 😜
Fixed it.
I thought this was in Cock Maup for some reason. 🤣
 
Perhaps your previous experience had been with Prosecco?
No, I'd had The Real Thing (not Coca Cola), on high days and holidays. I think that what I had though was towards the sweeter end, because my Dad would buy stuff that my Mum would enjoy.

I've noticed, for some weird reason, the names are occasionally used interchangeably. Americans drink more Prosecco than Champagne. It's sweeter, more fruit forward, and cheaper.

Also gross.
Careful, you'll have @EyesOnHers over here, giving us a talking to!
 
This is how I feel about sexy guy pics. Sort of.

As the Winner of several consecutive Heterosexual Awards, I’m comfortable sharing that I can find a guy sexy. But it’s not like I want to get down on my knees in front of him, as much as I might like what I see there. 🤣

Meaning, it’s based more on envy—I wish I had hair like that—If I had those abs, I’d never wear a shirt—I wish my ass was all muscles like his—Look at that package!—I wish my skin was so perfectly tan and flawless—that kind of thing.
Interesting. It's not like that for me at all. I can appreciate a male body, sure, but it's more like I can appreciate a piece of art or something like that. There's no arousal there. I think there have only been two men in 60+ years that I've found "sexy" (unless we're using the word differently). Having said that, I'm pretty much demisexual, so perhaps that's to be expected šŸ¤·ā€ā™‚ļø

EDITED: for content. 😜
/me wondering what the hell I missed!
 
On a mores sparkly note, I broke a bone recently.

That is not the sparkly part. šŸ˜

This is not uncommon. I have broken several toes over the years. Klutzy, and fine boned. But mostly klutzy. šŸ™„

This time is a worse. A big toe, both phalange and metatarsal. Not displaced or anything, just wildly annoying.

I stumbled across this article on red light therapy speeding up break healing.

šŸ’”

I have a break.
I have a red light mask and dƩcolletage.
I expect to sit on my fanny shortly.

Checked, and sure enough, the wavelength is correct.

I will try this.

After a nice long shower, and a French 75. It's been that kind of week.

Expect a report. šŸ˜Ž
So? How’s the toe after red lighting it with your dĆ©colletage mask?
 
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