What’s so sexy about turning off the lights?
I’m watching this crappy movie — “Weekend at Bernie’s” — for a couple minutes. The only reason I didn’t skip right by it was because Mary Catherine Stewart had a very nice, low-cut outfit on proving that small-chested women can be very sexy.
She’s getting friendly on the couch with the guy and he reaches back to turn off the light. WHY? If I were him, when I looked down I’d want a good view of what she’s got under that low-cut top. Once I got her clothes off I’d want to see every bit of her beautiful body.
I mean, what the heck fun is it to grope around in the dark?
This is the big problem I’ve had with the wife … forever. Maybe that’s part of her problem. Does she want the lights off because if she can’t see what’s going on it lessens her perceived involvement in the whole thing? Hmm. Maybe that’s not something I should be trying to analyze too much.
Here’s the one good thing about the wife ALWAYS being too tired for sex in the evening. About 75% of the time we do it Saturday morning. The kid always sleeps in until 10 a.m. With the sun up I get a full view of the action.
A beautiful woman is a creature to be appreciated, especially naked. Do women lack such an appreciation for the naked male? For me there’s no comparison. There’s nothing so wonderful as the female form. Men, even ripped ones, don’t measure up.
For me, there’s nothing more UNromantic than turning off the lights.
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