My type

Two cute women, one for whom I long, one for whom I don’t.

What’s hot to me?

I started to write about Julie, and i remembered my first Julie.

Diana seems to delight in showing me her ass and her thighs. Who am I to complain?

Marina is my type.

I definitely have a type. But I also definitely am not limited to my type. I’m attracted to all sorts of women, and there’s no “type” that guarantees my attraction.

After a walk with L, I passed a tiny, curvy woman and was swamped with a very specific desire — not for her, exactly, but for the feeling of a small body yielding to my forcefulness.

I didn’t choose my type, and I can’t will it away — but I wish I could.