day 27 - leg voyeurism

Looking at girls legs has been my obsession  interest hobby for years now. I suppose that because despite their guest appearances on the internets my legs are the part of my anatomy I am least pleased with, so I happily bask in the glory of others. Truly spectacular legs can brighten my day significantly, and be forgiven for such misdemanours against womankind as the skinny jean.

I prefer long legs, with slender thighs, although I am fully prepared to appreciate other kinds also. The short, muscular thigh has a certain appeal. As does the deliciously rounded, plump thigh - especially when paired with a curvy booty.

It's not a sexual thing, it stems more from a platonic musing. Like reading well-crafted writing. Like hearing a lovely piece of music, like watching horses run, like seeing a piece of art.

Like so many things, bittersweet. A mixture of 'why can't I?' and the purr of witnessing beauty.