Features, aspects, and attributes

In this last post, I did a lot of porn generation. In this one, I’m going to reflect a bit on what I found got my fantasies stirring in good direction, why (if I can get at that), and how….

Some things I like, or more accurately, find myself liking imagining in real life:

1. Something about women in sexy suits – about the contrast between, on the one hand, a conservative self-presentation, and on the other, a self-conscious presentation of “sexy,” “revealing,” “sexual availability.” The coexistence in the same image of these two things? I find it super-hot. Obstacles. And at least the promise of overcoming them, without necessarily entirely removing them. For this reason, categories like “CEO,” “Exec,” “Lawyer,” “Airline pilot,” etc., are rewarding. [And, having identified that desire, I can enlist ChatGPT to list 25 more. Which I did, and which it did. Best among them? Funeral director, librarian, judge.] <– Incentally, I simply entered this paragraph – minus the two sentences about ChatGPT – in Mage, and I got some suggestive hotness.

2. I like variety, numbers, quantity. Even if, when, though, Mage has a tendency to replicate faces over and over, I just like the stream of “women” allayed before me. My core masturbatory fantasy, of course, features gobs of women, so no surprise here, but there’s just something reassuring, thrilling, about the idea of a million women available to me. [This paragraph, fed into Mage, just got me lots of women in bikinis. Or topless.]

3. Confidence. And demure-ness. Ideally, in the same image, but in two separate women. This may touch on something I mentioned some time ago – my appetite for two different women engaged with me at different levels of intimacy, say, one dressed, sucking my cock, and another, nude, kissing me. Or vice versa. I like contrast.

4. Gigantic breasts. NOT. Shockingly, these porn AI models all want to show me women with huge tracts of land. I never ever ever want to see that. Or, that’s not quite true: I have nothing against huge natural breasts. They just aren’t what I fantasize about, most of the time, and when I do, they feature in very specific ways, typically swinging while the woman is being fucked. Other than that? I want the breasts on the women in my fantasies to be, say, C or smaller.

5. Eye contact. Smile. I just love looking at the face of a beautiful woman whose eyes are confidently, demurely, hungrily fixed on mine, ideally slightly upward tilted, as if, say, on her knees, as if to say, “Feed me, daddy.” (Though as all know, the actual word “daddy” squicks me out.)

This image brings together the demure confidence to which I alluded above, along with penetrating, direct eye contact, and an invitation to imagine mind-reading that’s just insanely hot to me.

6. The reveal. Obstacles. Overcome. I love looking at cleavage – but not seeing the full breast; at opaque pantyhose, fishnet stockings, sheer lingerie. I don’t want to see what lies beneath, but I do want to be pointed toward it, to receive the invitation to imagine what I can’t see – and to be given enough tantalizing information for my imagination not to need to work very hard.

7. Legs crossed. Legs open. I’m a gentleman. I’m classy. I’m tasteful. And I like the women I ogle to be similarly classy, tasteful, subtle, nuanced. Even as they give me differential, privileged access to their upper, inner thighs. Crossed legs? At their worst, they’re a “stop” sign; at their best, they’re a promise. Open them for me? Show me what lies between them? NOT the flesh that lies between them, but the fabric, the final, remaining obstacle? Show me that, and I’m a happy man.

8. Progression: I love seeing a progression that begins with a woman fully clothed, in sexy, seductive, demure, professional attire, and very gradually progressing to… well, no further than her lingerie. Ideally, this could merge with others of my preferences, could be a parade of women in similar, but different, outfits: one fully dressed; one removing her jacket; one with her jacket gone, but her blouse still on, hiding mostly, revealing a little cleavage, maybe; one with her blouse unbuttoned, on the way to removed; one with her blouse gone, leaving a sheer, or lacy bra; one with her skirt slit emphasized, or her inner thighs, but her skirt still on; one with her skirt coming off (maybe her ass in my face?); and then, finally, one or two showing me the lingerie that lay beneath, maybe from front, side, and rear angles, all on different women, in different lingerie.

9. Short shorts. Well, I knew I loved me some short shorts, but this exercise really hammered it home. I love the way they frame a woman’s ass, the way the flesh is contained and the way it escapes, the way the curves are accentuated. A row of beautiful asses in short shorts? Damn! Denim? Lace? Hotpants? Satin? Silk? Colors? White? Black? I love it all. Just give me a thousand asses in short shorts, and I’m a happy guy.

I’m gonna stop here. There is, surely, more I could say, but for now? I’ll just stop.

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