Really Nice Legs

Tonight I am going to "out" myself, no I am not gay. I like women's legs. I cannot help it, I really like a well turned leg. Ladies, we men enjoy all of your bodies; but, we tend to have parts that like more. I like legs, no fetish, I just find them visually stunning.

A couple of weeks back my co-worker and I went to get coffee and talk about some things. When I go to Starbucks I order coffee, that is ii, just coffee. My co-worker orders more exotic things that take time to make. This frequently leaves me to wait while her order is being filled. On this day, I waited outside to have a cigarette (yes, I smoke, I am filthy, I am horrible, I am worse than a rapist or murderer).

As I stood outside I kept looking inside to see if my co-worker was making any progress in getting her coffee, she was not; however, directly in front of me was a lovely lady of about 40, wearing a short dress. To young ladies who may ever read this, men like dresses, they show off your figure very nicely.

This lady had about the best legs I have ever seen, I mean they were smoking hot and she knew it. Being a leg man I couldn't help but notice. I did not wish to stare, no that is a lie, I really wanted to stare; but, I did not want to be offensive. I looked towards my assistant and as my eyes returned they could not but help glance at the ladies legs again. I decided to walk in the Starbucks so that I could check on my co-worker and not look at the legs.

I went in the store, the legs were behind a bookshelf so I was safe. Too long a line, my assistant had to wait. I went back outside and had another smoke, the only place to wait still had a direct view of the legs. I want to say that the face was quite nice and very delectable. Actually, everything about the woman was stunning.

The lady with the lovely legs must have noticed that I was a leg man. You women are pretty smart, you look to see where our eyes go. You look to see if we are excited by you. I was both by this lady. She knew it and began stroking her leg provocatively. As my brain turned to mush I knew I had two choices, go inside and let her know how nice her legs were and ask for her number or leave, quickly, before she came out and offered me a better view. I ran.

I believe the woman I saw was single, she was having a conversation with her married friend who had brought her children. I can see in my mind how she slid her hand across her outer thigh for my viewing pleasure, nothing naughty, she knew my eyes would follow and enjoyed my inability to turn away; but, I did. I enjoyed the show, a lot. I enjoyed seeing such sexy legs, such curved and wondrous things. I smile at the memory, they were hot.

I ran away because i was not going to date the woman. I turned away because if I didn't I would have asked her out. Based on the smile on her face as she looked at me and rubbed her leg, she would have said yes. I have told people that I am average looking at best, I am; but, I have found that women don't really care that I am half bald, short and have a slight tummy. I admire women for the fact that they look beyond looks and look at attitude more. I am a guy, I really like sexy, curvy legs, natural not over exercised.

I had lust in my heart, I even thought about her later. I wondered what her legs felt like, how smooth they would feel against my cheek and on my lips. It has been three years, I am lonely and God has blessed me with dating women who have re-ignited my passion for women. I lusted as much as I could allow myself. I had to stop thinking about her and her dead ass sexy legs. I am single, I am allowed; but, I chose not to.

I will date again, I will find love. I can have sex in the meantime and choose not to. I choose not to. I have been with one woman and that was by choice, she chose to leave for another. My intent had been to only be with one person, my intent has not changed, my circumstances have.

I do not intend to be with anything other than one more person. I do not wish to be promiscuous, although the opportunities are there, I do not have to take them, I am capable of being monogamous, I have been. I have a brain and not just urges; but, I do have urges, we all do, we can manage them.

I will find love, it is out there for all of us. I will find it and when I do I want to tell her that I had lust and held myself back until I could find her.

We are urge experiencing sentient beings, those urges to seek pleasure are very strong, the world is very harsh; however, we have brains and can exert restraint, we do not have to act like animals. Hitler loved dogs and I bet Satan loves animals. In college, in Boston, I heard a self professed liberal say how he always felt uncomfortable seeing a black person own a dog. It blew my mind. He said he didn't know why, I knew why, it was a control issue.

People like owning pets because they love you unconditionally, you feed them. Stalin understood how pets, animals will do anything to get food and the necessities, he went out to prove that humans were no different. Was he right? Are we just animals responding to our priorities of needs? We have done better and still can.

Hearts grow and rules restrain growth. Recently in Israel a man was charged with rape. He was charged with rape for saying he was jewish when he wasn't. The court said that he had duped the woman into sex because she thought he was jewish and not an Arab. How many men would be in jail in the United States for saying that they were something more than they were in order to get sex?

The question is one of how much do you trust the other sex to tell the truth in their search for companionship. The first woman I dated after the ex had asked me how old I was. I told the truth, 48. She told me how everybody lied about their age, when I met her, the first thing I did was show her my license. I was 48. She didn't want to see it, she didn't want me to prove it because she had lied about her age, she was probably 55. I was not concerned. She was very smart, attractive and pleasant.

I will tell the readers something, one of the women I dated reads the site and is not a follower. You know, they shouldn't call them "followers", they should call them observers, they may or may not agree, words. She never lied to me and my daughter and I love her. If we gotten together I would have wanted her to know that I had waited. And I wait.

Once we have had sex, we don't want to wait and it all looks good. Patience is old fashioned, get it while you can seems to be in vogue, I prefer patience, deeper and more fulfilling. This post is all over the place, a monstrous display of thematic discourse. I will attempt to hold on.

I am a leg man, first and foremost I am a human being, a sentient aware being, I choose and exert some influence on events. I have will. I have will-power and so do you. Her legs were hot, smoking hot and I have options. We define ourselves by restraint, by our intent more than our actions, true intent not our self-delusion.