Oozing

Some people just ooze sex. A glance at them can’t help but make me think of writhing flesh, sweaty bodies entangled, kissing, licking, sucking, fucking. It has little to do with how they’re dressed, or whether they’re attractive. Age has little or nothing to do with it.

I’ve tried to glean just what it is. Is it their eyes? A hungry, open, confidence radiating unstoppably? Is it something about their posture? A way of holding the body that somehow draws attention to their cocks or cunts? Is it the way their clothes hang on them, not so much covering flesh as containing it, restraining it?

I don’t really know. But I know it when I see it. And I like it.

2 comments

  1. Yes, I think I have developed that ability over the past two years. I didn’t ooze sex before, but now, I think there is little point in denying it most of the time. And I must say… it feels good 🙂
    But I do also see it in others now that I want to look for it… I don’t know what it is either, it’s hard to pinpoint. A way of holding themselves?
    Though I’ve been told the way I look at people is entrancing… maybe it’s all in the eyes?
    No, I think it’s a combination of knowing your body, and not being afraid to let people see you know how to use it.

  2. I’ve been told it’s the way I hold myself, it’s in my eyes when I look him up and down and when I look him in the eyes, it’s in my walk. It’s something I have fun playing with; so too is my innocence.

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