no slip. no typo. when it gets to the tits degree of seeing tits this in long bits of tits post replies, seek tits outside help.
The great irony is that I am a legs man. The oral gratification circuit was bypassed via some bump on the head synesthesia cross-wiring event when I witnessed Jane Fonda's characters in Cat Ballou
. I believe it was during that period as well, that I established an acute aural appreciation for the tonalities of the female voice.
Some examples: I could listen all day long to former First Lady Laura Bush talking about gardening. Keeping in line with synesthesia, Donna Reed's voice in film is a slightly ocean salt "Rhapsody in Blue
toned" moonlight on my eardrums.
Conversely, for me, the instant Jennifer Lopez opens her mouth, it's a dead wildebeest scratching out a pungent message on a green chalkboard ouija.
TMI, I'm sure, but I started this thread and feel responsible for keeping it alive - for at least a little while.
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