A Hetero Feminist Woman Loves Pictures of Pussy
Though I’m getting back to normal for the most part, my recent experience (see my The Business Trip) has made my fantasizing quite different. I can barely look at a picture of a naked woman without thinking of her, without comparing each curve, without wondering how the scent and taste of the model would compare to hers. I’m not in love nor obsessed and I am able to function perfectly well in all other facets of life. Just when I go for some Solitary Vice fun in front of my computer it gets a bit like the restaurant scene in Being John Malkovich where he sees his own face on every body there – only it’s her face, her breasts, her pussy I see.
But this isn’t about her for now and so I’m not going to indulge in looking back.
