One of the sexiest
things in the world is seeing the outline of a man's erect cock pressed up against the material of his trousers.
It's just so
Any fabric works for this delightful treat: denim, corduroy, cotton, or if you are feeling slightly daring, some pvc or leather. And if the guy isn’t wearing underwear, even better
. Is there anything sexier than being able to trace the full, unrestricted
outline of a hard cock through a pair of jeans with no underwear in between? I think not.
Don't get me wrong; I am a huge
fan of the erect naked
member, as much as, if not more than
the next girl. I've been known to worship a few gorgeous specimens of manhood in my time, giving as much love, adoration and attention as I can to this most wonderful part of the man's body.
But I adore
seeing a hard straining cock pushed up against the guys’ clothes. I love that the material ends up being a type of mini-prison for him, his cock aching to get out from behind the ‘bars’ of the his trousers. Seeing that bulge – that unrestricted growing shape, battling for space in the trouser department - is like a drug to me.
I suppose it gets me off that the fabric of his clothes prevents my having immediate access to his cock; it makes me want him all the more
because of the restriction there. To know, to see, to feel, that a guy is hard, but not be able to immediately touch him - flesh to flesh - against me, makes me crazy
When a guy I'm seeing, shows me his own personal appreciation of his attraction to me, by whispering in my ear,
"I'm so hard for you";
or he looks down at his crotch smiling, showing me his hard form;
or he presses himself against me, so I can feel his hardness;
or he takes my hand and gently presses it against his growing bulge,
well, I just can't help myself. Like a participant in Pavlov’s conditioning experiment
, I begin to salivate, a miniature waterfall begins to flow from down below, and I am filled with an uncontrollable desire to eat: to slide his cock into my mouth and gobble it all up hungrily.
So you see, with this in mind, when I think about some of the qualities I enjoy in a man, I am quite happy for him not to bother with the same tried and tested boring flowers, chocolate and underwear when he is trying to get in my pants/apologise/impress me (delete where applicable): all he needs is a sharp intellect, the ability to make me laugh, and have a dirty enough mind to know that his half-hidden hard cock will have me begging to be fucked by him pronto.