More Love For Legs

“Like someone once said, it’s about where legs lead.”

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I’m a leg man through and through. 

Here are some words from some of my male followers on the subject of female propulsion.

 

On an objective note, keeping aside other aspects, here are the things I look for in a woman –

1.Fitness (calves and thighs)
2.Cleanliness (nails)
3.Grooming (waxed)
4.Beauty (fair)
5.Less Hair? (gives an idea of the other body areas too if you know what I mean & no post waxing dots :O)

Legs give me a pretty good idea about all the above. Esp in high heels

1)
Reasons are biological, aesthetic, and cultural.

2)
All parts of women have the potential to attract men. This is due to biology. Humans have a sense of aesthetics. Aesthetics is a part of mathematics and is independent of biology or culture. Culture creates habits and attitudes. All those factors control the expression of interest.

3)
Culture determines whether men get to see legs of women and are able to develop habits related to interest in them. In some conservative cultures the legs of women are kept covered up, but even in the free societies legs of women are subject to aesthetic rules. In the free societies fat, contorted, or hairy legs of women would not normally be considered attractive even if visible.

Like someone once said, it’s about where legs lead. I’ve never been particularly attracted to boobs, but pretty, shapely legs leading to a nice butt will get me every time.

Legs, eyes and hair guy here. Something about these 3 features just strikes me, rather than listing over boobs and female bum, but they don’t come too much further down the list ;). It’s just the luscious shape of the female legs, they connect to the hips and the hips are wider than ours for child bearing reasons, there’s your answer. I don’t mean ridiculously wide hips either, they are just a certain shape especially with a smaller waist sitting just above.

For me, a women’s legs can hold the same erotic cache as her secondary sex characteristics. So much of our (my?) sexual triggers are formed during adolescence; when I was growing up, the key to my earliest sexual arousals were those elements that differentiated women from girls. Women were sexy, while girls held no particular sexual interest because they looked essentially like boys. So what aroused me, and most of the other young boys I knew, were things that made a woman no longer a little girl: larger breasts, pubic hair, and fully developed, curvy legs. The length of a woman’s legs didn’t make much difference. In fact, for some unknown reason, I greatly prefer shorter women’s legs, perhaps because they often have more pronounced variation between the joints and the muscle—shape! This sexual maturity factor has been a constant throughout my 50+ years: like many men, larger breasts hold special allure; but I also find a woman’s body hair incredibly sexy as well, especially pubic, arm and leg hair.

I think part of it, at least for me, is that for women legs represent both physical strength and physical fitness. Women tend to have strong lower body strength, which I find appealing. I have noticed when lifting weights that for squats, leg presses, etc., women often lift amounts comparable to what the men lift, sometimes more, and that really draws my interest/attention, particularly to their legs. Perhaps this sexual appeal concerning legs and lower body strength is an evolutionary trait has something to do with an increased likelihood that stronger women will better bear children, but that is just speculation on my part.

personally l love legs because they define a girl’s love with her own body. They are the only ones that can really distinguish the true nature of a girl. Legs are their only body parts that makeup fails to hide their ugliness. even with makeup physical fitness of legs can also be shown by legs by looking at how skinny or fat the legs are. This to some extent reveals how athletic a girl is. Chubby legs are often associated with stiff women which in most cases men do not like. In conclusion it all leads to how flexible you are in bed and how much do you love your body.

 

 

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Church – 2013 to Present -Seizure Salad

I’m sitting in my go to bar with Church. It’s our spot and it’s what we do. He’s sipping a Sailor Jerry and Coke, and I’m having my usual Chardonnay with a side of ice. He orders a salad and I go with the sliders. There is a couple a few seats down from me to my right. I know the guy, his name is Brian, but I don’t know the lady he’s with so I wave but don’t approach. He could be working.

On the left of Church, is a brunette in her thirties and an older gentleman. Looks like a lawyer. We don’t really pay any attention. We’re chatting and doing our thing.

Daphne rolls behind the bar and says hello. She tells me it’s a slow night. Not much happening. She goes back to her hostess stand and it’s just another night in paradise.

Suddenly, the woman who was sitting to Church’s left, goes off the bar stool and hits the floor. Normally, I’d call that Thursday night.  We see so many banged up people around the city losing their shit. But this woman was having a seizure. People within visual range are shocked and the bar goes quiet.

I point to the phone on the wall, because the bartender on duty didn’t see one of her patrons suddenly vanish from the bar. “Liz, call 911.”

She starts dialing. Church, with his cat-like reflexes, springs into action and goes from sitting next to me sipping a drink to all the way around the other side of her on the floor holding her head to keep her steady. I get down there and untangle her leg from the lower rail of his bar stool. I have the legs. Church is focuses on the poor woman’s head. She’s thrashing about, and Church is barking commands to those around him. He’s literally single-handedly coordinating the effort to help save this poor woman, and keeping her from injuring herself further.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but Church was formerly a Corpsmen in the United States Navy.

A Corpsman works in a wide variety of capacities and locations, including shore establishments such as naval hospitals and clinics, aboard ships, and as the primary medical caregivers for sailors while underway. Hospital corpsmen are frequently the only medical caregiver available in many fleet or Marine units on extended deployment. In addition, hospital corpsmen perform duties as assistants in the prevention and treatment of disease and injury and assist health care professionals in providing medical care to sailors and their families.

They may function as clinical or specialty technicians, medical administrative personnel and health care providers at medical treatment facilities. They also serve as battlefield corpsmen with the Marine Corps, rendering emergency medical treatment to include initial treatment in a combat environment. Qualified hospital corpsmen may be assigned the responsibility of independent duty aboard ships and submarines; Fleet Marine Service, SEAL and Seabee units, and at isolated duty stations where no medical officer is available.

Yea, pretty bad ass. That’s the guy you want next to you when somebody takes a header at your favorite bar.

She’s making what almost sounds like barking sounds, and staring wildly about. He’s got a good hold on her. He’s talking to her. But mostly he’s trying to keep her from bashing her face into the wooden wall of the bar. The bartender comes around, and some others have gathered. I grab a cloth napkin and ask if we need to put it in her mouth. I always heard that epileptics could bite or swallow their own tongues. Church says, no. He knows what he’s doing and has the situation well under control.

She seems to be calming down. I look over at the guy who was with her. He’s just standing there staring, and looking uncomfortable. The paramedics come and stabilize her. I feel so bad for her. It’s the holidays, and she’s out for a drinks and this horror befalls her. They get her onto the gurney and roll her out. The police are there and also ask some questions. Church is on point, he gives law enforcement the full report.

They also speak to the guy she came in with. He says he doesn’t know her very well. He met her over at DelFrisco’s steakhouse, and then brought her over here for a drink. That’s a big lawyer hang out. Not my scene. This guy didn’t do anything to help or comfort her when she had the seizure, and he didn’t go to the hospital with her. I don’t care if you just picked up the chick in a bar. Lady falls down, you go to the damn hospital with her. I’m thinking that weasel was married and didn’t want any problems. How would he explain to his wife that he was at the hospital with some other woman? I may be wrong, but I got the vibe something was definitely shady about that guy.

We go back to our seats at the bar and have another drink. Church is pissed because somebody was telling him to turn her head when she was foaming at the mouth and that’s not what you’re supposed to do. Me, I was just glad the lady was okay.

Daphne came over to chat and get a recap. I tell her what I know, and tease her.”You had to say it was a slow night and that nothing was happening, and look what you did, Daph…”

“I know, right? Me and my big mouth.”

Indeed…

 

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