MILFy is...Hot Boobs Or A Great Ass?

OK…so I posted this the other day on I Pee In The Wind and after the comments started rolling in…I thought that I should re-post it with some clarification.

I am talking about that ONE physical attribute on a women’s body that gets your blood moving. Come on ladies, you can play too. I KNOW that you find the woman’s body attractive. (c’mon…say that you don’t. I knew that you couldn’t)

I can also tell you another way that I know that women find women hot… when you are walking with your man (or woman) and you are about to walk by someone that you think is hot, you automatically watch us out of the corner of your eye…to see if we are going to check them out.

I love every part of a woman…shit…that’s not true. I HATE feet. But besides that, it’s all good. I can be an ass man and still love tweaking nipples and playing with fun bags.

So once again...

As with all living things…we as humans have types. By type I mean that thing we say when describing qualities that attract us to one another. Let me rephrase that…”I am an ass man.” I say that because saying “I am a lips man” or “I am an eyes man” sounds kind of …un manly. Those are, in fact, the three physical attributes in a woman that can make me come to attention…so to speak.

*To Mariah: You have incredible eyes and lips and if I go more than a few hours without inappropriately staring at your ass…or giving it a good slap…I get the shakes and go into withdrawals.

OK…back to my pre-disclaimer thought. I think that I’d say I like butts and lips evenly and eyes come in a close second. If you have all three (like my baby) consider yourself special.

Don’t get me wrong ladies, I know that what is on the inside is more important and looks only get you so far…yada yada. I am NOT talking about love…nor even wanting to strike up a conversation with anyone. Just that thing that catches your eye at first glimpse. You ladies have it too…buff chest, six pack abs…a large bulge in the pants, etc. You know…that thing that lets us know that we are still alive.

I am not sure, nation-wide…or world wide where I’d fit in the percentages…Are there more ass men than boob men? Speaking of boob men…they are kind of funny. The boob men that I know are like scavengers, in my book. It seems that they look at every set that walks by. Big, small, real, fake, firm and perky, droopy and low…all of them. Maybe some guys become boob men because it is the easiest part of a woman’s body to see. To get a good read on an ass takes the right angle, the right outfit…and even then you sometimes never know.

**another disclaimer – after checking out Google Analytics, it seems that the terms Boobs, Hot boobs and MILF tend to send a lot of traffic my way. Anyway, with asses it is different, at least for me. I don’t like NOR LOOK AT; XL, inverted, slanty, extra wide, too high or too low butts. I like a butt with some meat…making it a nice ‘round mound of fun’ I’d post a picture of Mariah’s sexy ass for you to all check out but Webster’s has a copyright of the image for their new dictionary.

See what kind of nonsense looking at Analytics can make people write?

Anyway…What is the ONE thing ??????

All Who Agree, Say 'Eyes!'

It is no secret that a significant amount of bandwidth on this here Boobienet, er, Internet is dedicated to discussions about and pictures of boobs. And derrieres. And legs. And hoohahs. In various shapes, sizes, colors, persuasions and positions. Yep, no secret. This is all well and good, nothing wrong with some nekkidness now and again. Boobs and butts, yeah, that’s cool.

One thing I haven’t seen a concentration on, insofar as I have done any actual research*, is one of the things I like the most about the lurvely female form: the eyes. Yes, indeed, all the other areas are fine, not knocking them**, but if there is anything that can stop me in my tracks, it’s a good pair of eyes.

When I a lad, I would often accompany my mom to the supermarket. I was a big eater as a kid, so it was like a toy store, except with food in place of the toys. I loved it. I looked forward to those trips. There was one aisle of the store, though, that filled me with a mixture of awe and weakness. It was the hair care products section. It never failed to make me nervous, weak-kneed and wobbly and feel even more of a kid than I already was.

It was the Clairol ladies. They did it.

Row after row, box after box, of what to me had to be the most beautiful ladies in the world. With the most amazing eyes. There I was, a goofy little boy made even goofier by all those lovely, lovely eyes staring at me. I was like a butterfly pinned to a board. I remember standing in the aisle frozen like a statue. Those eyes would follow me back and forth, back and forth. There was no escape. Usually it would take getting hit by a shopping cart or my mom looking for me to snap me out of it.

I am a lot older now, but eyes have lost none of their power over me. Now it is true that all of the other lovely curvy lady bits are certainly attention getters.

But I can say without a doubt, a lovely pair of eyes is an attention HOLDER. So let’s all pay attention, shall we?

*Read “none”, unless seeing things by default while web surfing counts as research.

**Well, maybe knocking them would be good. It depends…