Livia has a crush...

Photo by Creative Rehab

Yesterday I twittered incessantly about two people I see each day and how, after months of knowing them, I've discovered their beauty. A beauty that leaves me breathless and blushing when in their presence. It's got me wondering, how many of you would admit to a developing a crush on someone you know you shouldn't? And what if one of those crushes was on another woman?

As one who embraces eroticism wholeheartedly I don't hide the fact that although married to a mister I adore the female form. There is something I find so beautiful about the body of a woman; the fleshy swell of a breast, the soft curve of a hip, the roundness of a buttock, I love it all!

And like most women, though not all of you will admit to it, I have a girl crush. Always have. Always will. Growing up, I learnt the pleasures of my own body at an early age and perhaps this led onto my penchant for admiring other women, as well as men. Usually I have a crush on a stranger, by which I mean a celebrity who I will never even meet in real life let alone get a chance to do the dirty. Now? Now I have developed something of an enormous girl crush on not a celeb, but someone I know in real life. An...acquaintance.

And whilst I'm no closer to smooching said femme as I am to smooching Milla Jovovich, I have lusted after her body. Here are the fruits of my pervery...


Her Body

She’s been graced by the hands of god, they've skimmed her body and molded her into a towering feminine beauty. As a whole, she exudes sophistication and sparkle, a woman who dazzles those who meet her, yet so unassuming in her beauty.

Her legs are long, the color of caramel, smooth and inviting. They are blemish free with perfect slender ankles leading to soft-looking soles and what I imagine to be tidy, pedicured toes. Turquoise polish.

Her waist is slender, curving into wide hips and a tight derriere, all the same color of copper. Or so I imagine. She is tall and curvaceous, clothes tailored to her figure as though painted on by an artist's brush. Her womanly curves accentuate her feminine magic. A magic highlighted further by her large, full, round breasts. They too are golden from sunshine, with pale pink skin surrounding two rosy playful nipples. Or...or so I imagine. They are not too big, but ample enough to make onlookers dare a sneaky glance in their direction.

Her hands are cold, but perfectly formed, with eight fingers and two thumbs. French manicure. Fingers that would slide perfectly into one’s mouth, begging to be suckled. Oh how I would beg to suck them next time she accidentally brushed my hand with hers!

She has eyes that will be your undoing. Blue and cloudy, but laughing and speaking silently to those who meet them head on. They are undoubtedly her finest feature.

Except for her smile. That smile lights up the room, so gentile and warm.

She has hair that suits her personality - long, dark, thick, glossy. Classic.

She holds herself with poise and grace, so effortless in her beauty.

Her body is artwork.

Her beauty leaves me Tongue Tied.