Showing posts with label Beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beauty. Show all posts

Tuesday, 13 February 2018

Why Some Women Point Their Feet When Aroused




Whenever writing about a heavy topic or scattered between multiple pieces, I sometimes let myself drift. First, as a break. Second, to stir up the creative juices, which helps with any blocks. And finally, just to see what happens. I still create, sometimes even write, but the topics end up being of a more light-hearted nature, allowing some balance into the equation. The following article was inspired by a lustful and stimulating recent encounter.


Have you ever noticed how some aroused women sensually point their feet and toes like a ballerina? Some of us did wonder about this appealing form of body language, which many men have a fondness for. For them, it’s a clear indicator of the 
deep engagement and intense physical sensation felt by the women, that they are truly into it. Let alone how it seems to be associated with femininity and seductiveness.

Being a personal turn-on I was curious to know more. And as usual, bless the Internet, the questions and answers are found right there on various websites and forums. 





Let me first state that feet-pointing is not to be confused with another sign of heartfelt sexual arousal, toe-curling. Pointing involves stretching the calves muscles while extending ankles, feet and toes forward. This appears to be more natural, elegant, and graceful than the out of control, seizure-like clenching and curling. Nevertheless, a toe-curling orgasm remains highly sought after.

But in fact, feet/toes pointing is not solely linked to sex or porn. For it goes deeper than that as it’s related to beauty and aesthetics. It is actually seen in photographs of nude or sports models who almost always do it in order to appear more appealing and desirable. The main reason the feet are pointed is because it makes the leg looks longer, hence younger and more attractive.

Essentially, this “beauty standard” is why high heels exist in the first place. It is also why women still wear them even when they clearly aren’t that comfortable.

It is worth nothing that feet pointing is not a female-only phenomenon. Some males, too, experience it during sexual intercourse and while orgasming. Though among men, toe-curling remains more common than the ballerina-like pointing.

During sex, this feminine “en pointe” as it’s called in ballet terms is usually seen when women are feeling ecstatic and almost out of control. One position displaying the feet’s curved arches with toes pointing forward is when they are lying on their backs with legs up and apart — whether straight-out open, over the shoulders, or with knees bent inward while resting on the partner’s back. Another is when lying flat on their stomach with bent knees and upwards calves and legs.

Pointed feet do not show much when lying down with full body straight on the bed as there is not enough space for the feet to stretch. As for being on all four, it is not the easiest position to lift the calves, yet not impossible.

While it may differ in degrees, women point their feet during penetration, while receiving oral sex, as well as while masturbating. 
And what a delightfully erotic sight that is.

“It makes you want to suck their toes, which makes them point them even more,” wrote one commentator. It actually does. 

“I seriously thought I was the only guy alive that had this, man. I’m actually kinda relieved I’m not the only one,” wrote another.


Nom Nom Nom and a big juicy Thank You for the inspiration

In general, gestures with our feet are a powerful form of body language

. It is no wonder that many are drawn to feet as they find them particularly sexy. Also that foot/toes jobs, freaks, and fetishes exist in abundance. In actuality, Foot Fetishism, also known as Foot Partialism or Podophilia, is the most common form of sexual fetishism for otherwise non-sexual objects or body parts.

As you may have guessed, Foot Fetishism, is way more prevalent among men than women. Perhaps the very fact that women’s feet are usually soft and smooth and more beautiful looking — even more lickable, suckable, edible — has something to do with it. But that remains subjective. Or plainly, perhaps because men are natural perverts. You will never find a woman asking a man to send her a pic of his feet. Ha. Write me back if you do. 

While women feet get lots of attention, their legs as well get their fair share. Why Japanese Females Have Bowlegs is an earlier piece, which surprisingly became the most read on One Lucky Soul. 

And on a parallel note, What’s the Story with Blue Balls (and Blue Vulva)? is another.  

There is likewise the denser exposé The Intertwining of Music and Sexuality ― A Djembefola’s Tale.

 

Now to the essence. 

There is no one single answer to why women [and some men] point their feet when sexually excited. A suggested idea is that it has to do with the tightening of the muscles, an involuntary tensing of myotonia; either during intercourse — when enjoying it — or right before and/or while achieving climax.

The more accepted reason for feet pointing [and curling] during heightened arousal is a neurological phenomenon called Motor Overflow. It is when intense nervous system activity triggers involuntary muscle spasms throughout different parts of the body, including the toes. Curiously, that is due to the proximity between the wiring for genitals and that for feet in the brain, resulting in this involuntary “twitch” from the autonomic nervous system getting overloaded with signals.

Starting with neurological connections before the physical manifestation,
pointing the feet [or curling them] is the resulting response. And similar to other body twitches, it is natural, just that here it occurs in the context of sexual excitement.

A second related theory is Spinal Stimulation; a reason to stimulate blood flow to the lower body and genital area. The spinal cord, you see, acts as a central hub in the equation where signals from genitals and brain are integrated, thereby orchestrating sexual climax. 

According to some women, pointing their feet helps them reach a better, more intense orgasm. So they learned how to point their feet as they get there — as a sort of self-conditioning. 
 
Others mention that they cannot cum without stretching their muscles. And when the leg muscles are stretched, the ankles, feet and toes naturally point forward. It occurs either consciously or subconsciously. 




An additional possibility could be related to aesthetics and self-image. Perhaps women who do point their feet/toes during sex have already
considered how desirable they look and are aware of the gained allure. In contrast, think of how flat, non-pointed feet with no arches would look like in a ceiling mirror above the bed when all is showing are flat heels. Based on prior observation, it could have stemmed from a premeditated conscious decision. 



Not all women are toe-pointers. While for some the feet and toes remain unaffected by sex, the opposite occurs for others who show sloppy non-pointed feet — which inherently does not seem as seductive.

Having always been a fan without ever wording it out, over the years I came to observe a correlation between how sensual, provocative, and physically fit the women are and the likelihood of pointing their feet during intercourse. The healthier and more flexible, playful, seductive, the more likely they will do it. Believe it or not, this is only mildly related to the body weight and type.

 A lot of it got to do with the mindset 
— and Motor Overflow. A reminder of the fact that the whole essence of being sexy lies in the confidence coming from knowing that you indeed are.



As we have seen, feet/toes pointing is considered to be one of those unwritten rules of lust, beauty, and aesthetics. It is done by certain women to accentuate their sexual allure as well as to better the coitus and their orgasms — consciously in some cases and subconsciously in others.

Apart from the alluring, provocative visual aspect, for a significant number of men it’s an indicator that she is fully engaged into the experience and is out of control, which is what turns them on. 

When I told the inspiring muse about this article, she eloquently shared: “For me, it’s an overwhelming involuntary response to pure pleasure and amazing chemistry sensations. Like a reflex.” What nimble and astute words. She also sent me the seductive middle photo above of her shapely foot in pink heels. Yummm.


Now we know. 
Whether you have been swept off your feet or are head over heels, keep them pointed.



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Wednesday, 8 November 2017

The Spell of the Topless Redhead



The Spell of the Topless Redhead by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul

After having wild nights of drumming and festivities I learned that the next day is better spent ‘receiving’. The night before was Full Lunacy Drum Circle so I woke up late the following morning. This, as some of you may already know, is a Full Moon Drum Circle gathering some friends and I have have been organising for a while here by Dockweiler Beach in Los Angeles, which is hosted by the One Lucky Soul community. I went out to check what’s up to find a stunning female figure lying on a chaise longue by the pool getting some November sun.



What a beautiful sight to wake up to. To check out the waters, I did just that. I headed towards the pool, opened the gate, and proceeded to dip my hand to see how cool it is. Of course at the very same time getting a closer look at the new guest. The water was just perfect. I went back in to gear up then returned to the pool. 


The more in-depth glance revealed an alluring late-20s-early-30s redhead who happened to be topless. Djeez. An edible pale body showing that she is not Californian complemented by perfectly round B-cups, along a couple of tattoos. Even though I didn’t want to stare, no matter how cool I was trying to appear with Eric Clapton and B.B. King’s Riding with the King blasting from the laptop and the plastic ‘glass’ of rosé, I couldn’t seem to be able to not check her out every 90 seconds or so. Tops. Ridiculous.

At some point I decided to get up and take a tiny cruise around the pool, scanning the outside world over the fence. You know, as if I’m so over with what’s going on the inside, so seeking some otherness. Not just around our shared territory, but also “on the scout” mode. Obviously because I’m a wild animal who has originally grew up as a feral child.

In a way, I wanted her to feel comfortable enough to keep ‘being’. Pretending to be all causal about it. Maybe not pretending, because I was somewhat casual, just overdoing it a little bit to show that I am not deprived. After all, there was only the two of us and she could have hid herself whenever I came in earlier. Because, you know, I may look like a potential ‘dangerous’ mate. But she didn’t. And I love that.

Then in another way, the scenery was simply invigorating. I cannot and will not lie about how entranced I was. So as more wine was being sipped, here was I finding creatively elaborate ways to keep doing the checking out. The last of which is moving the wine glass to the other side, which happens to be hers, just to take that look whenever I take a sip — more or less about 90 seconds, making me take smaller sips because that’s quite the fast pace. 


What truly kept me interested though is that I caught her eyes gazing at me multiple times, which was a great way to give some balance to the chemical equation.


I must confess that I have been bewitched by the charming Ginger Spell a long, long time ago. Perhaps during a past life of some sort. Mea Culpa. However, then and there under the sun that pale flesh seemed so desirable and appetising, that I kind of felt like a starving zombie.



In actual truth, one of The Queens Of All My Dreams — fantasies — had always been a redhead. I tried to stay as away as possible from the physical aspect of that ‘perfect woman’ image. But again, I can’t help it much. A man got to dream as he got to fantasise. And a redhead to devour and please and have mad fun with is what seems to invade a large portion of those lustful fantasies. 



Interestingly, I learned later in life that people with red hair require, on average, about 20 percent more general anesthesia than those with black, brown or blond hair. Likewise, gingers are more resistant to the effects of local anesthesia, such as the numbing drugs used by dentists like Novocaine. This extra sensitivity to pain is due to a mutation in a gene (MC1R), which results in the production of a substance called pheomelanin, causing the red hair and the fair skin. But they do have a soul. Many are also highly seductive.


Back to the pool... After about an hour and a half the woman got up, getting ready to leave. We only shared a smile; because I felt relatively powerless, that I couldn’t even think of something suitable to say as she passed right in front of me on her way out. “Are you a new guest of the hotel?” Or “Did you ever check the world-famous Venice Beach Drum Circle, which actually happens to be starting in a couple of hours… just 1.4 miles away by the end of the street?” Nothing. Speechless! Dumbfounded is actually a telling word here... and Spellbound, together.  

Later my body was almost twitching from desperation; from the sheer fact that I had been mesmerised to the point of coming so close to someone who seemed like a fantasy queen, yet not being able to do anything about it — because I wanted to appear all cool about it. What a tosser.

I also kept replaying all the possible steamy sexual scenarios which could have followed if we had clicked. 

I’m usually pretty fluid around women, but that occasional vulnerability... ahh, Ladies and Gents, is one seemingly paradoxical way to feel fully alive.

You know I speak of self-control and self-mastery. However, I hold that beauty goes beyond those realms. One actually feels powerless when faced with beauty. I also hold that is part of the human condition. Some of us may seek it more than others. But what is life without beauty? Not much. There is no reason to deny this fact of life; it’s actually a sign of our humanness. Even to those who seem they got it all under control, those who act upon that image with a certain poise and confidence, rare encounters like these do make one feel somewhat out of control. I simply choose to call it being human.

Eventually, I did what I couldn’t do when the woman was there: Take a pic to commemorate the encounter, including my bummed-out face.

As my neighbour tried to comfort me later in the day, “Maybe she will back. Maybe she will be”. He said that what is frustrating is the act of not trying. Because when you do a move, whether the answer is positive or negative, it doesn’t matter much. Because you tried. I wholeheartedly agree. He also mentioned that the topless bit means that she is not American. I agreed again because her features did seem European.

*mumbling in my sleep: Maybe she will back… maybe she will be. 



The next morning I checked the pool to find the same woman along an equally beautiful friend of hers. So she was back, still topless while the friend had a bikini on. Wicked! I joined them a tad later for my daily water Tai Chi-like hydro stretching — a sort of mating dance performance as an advertisement of my health and fertility. Once out of the water, I finally made the move.

“Hi. Are you ladies visiting?”

“Yes, from the U.K.” Aha — there was indeed something about the combination of skin colour and red hair that says British Isles.

“Blimey.”

I introduced myself before asking if they had ever heard about the Venice Beach Drum Circle. When they said no, I explained what it is and when and where to find it, then wished them a smooth day. Back to the room to get the laptop and a glass of wine and again to the pool. I had preconceived plans to ask them if they wanted some wine the next time I go refill, but they got up and left before it happens. She did say goodbye, though.

What is ironic is that I ended up not going to the Circle that Sunday, hoping they didn’t either. They didn’t show up the following few days and they must have gone on their way after the weekend.  


Now I can carry on with me life, silently yearning for a more passionate encounter with a hypnotising redhead. Just to break the spell.

At the very end, it requires a healthy dose of self-reflection and metacognition for one to be able to think about their own thinking; to become the observer of the observer. Not only is it educational, but it’s also highly entertaining. Truly, those who don’t know how to make fun of themselves don’t know the joy they’re missing.

Know Thyself; the rest will follow.



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My Correspondence With a 31-Year-Old Reader Before He Passed Away

Some People I Shot

The Night We Turned ‘Beast Mode’ On

A Year at the Venice Beach Drum Circle in Photos & Videos (2014-’15)

Another Year at the Venice Beach Drum Circle in Photos & Videos

A Wacky Day Out at LA Burning Man Decompression in Photos & Video

The Intertwining of Music and Sexuality ― A Djembefola’s Tale

How Inspiration is Transferable

A Saturday Evening with an Old Brotherman & His Doggy

Why I Share Stuff

The Night I Became a Stripper in Spain

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Thursday, 26 July 2012

Around the World in 80 Seconds — The Sequel



Around the World in 80 Seconds — The Sequel by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul
 Socotra Island, Yemen


After Around the World in 80 Seconds, I give you The Sequel.
 

“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” 
 — Confucius


Greece Island Landscape


Sacred Pools, Hawaii


The double arch at Massif de la Chartreuse, France

The Gaiola's Bridge, Gaiola — Italy

Volcanic Rock, Iceland

Jenny Lake, Wyoming — USA

English Countryside

Mount Hua, China

Madakaripura Waterfall, East Java — Indonesia

Balanced Rock, Big Bend, Texas — USA

Iguazu, Brazil Side

Badab-e Surt, Iran
Rainbow Sherbet Hills, Turkey

Havasupai Falls, Grand Canyon — USA

Fingal’s Cave, Inner Hebrides — Scotland

Rock formation at Patagonia Chile

Kilauea, Hawaii Lava River
Black-a-Tor Copse, Devon — England


Cataloochee Valley, Great Smoky Mountains, North Carolina — USA
Tungurahua Volcano, Cordillera Oriental — Ecuador

Svartifoss, Iceland

Tjörvafell, Hnausapollur — Iceland

Kalahari Desert, Botswana
Xkeken Cenote in Mexico's Yucatan

Glacier Caving, Greenland

Hanalei, Hawaii

Moss Garden of Saiho-ji Temple, Kyoto — Japan

Kirkjufell, Iceland


Pulpit Rock, Dorset — England
Canay Falls, Alabama — USA

Hall of Mosses, Olympic National Park, Washington — USA
Namego Valley, Tenkawa Mountain — Japan
Church in Reykjavik, Iceland

Iceberg Lagoon, Iceland

Iceland's scenery

The Stone Bridges of Bulgaria

Proxy falls in Oregon, USA

Seljalandsfoss, Iceland

Indian Ocean

Orkney Islands, Scotland

Grandidier's Baobab forest lining the road at sunset near Morondava, Madagascar

Cinque Terre, Liguria region — Italy

Bamboo Forest, Japan


Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah — USA

Tossa de Mar, Catalonia — Spain

Neversink Pit, Alabama — USA

Ventifact on Mount Falconer, Taylor Valley — Antarctica

Balanced Rock, Devils Lake, Wisconsin — USA

St. Gotthard, Switzerland

Uluru Waterfalls in Mutitjulu, Northern Territory — Australia

Kaieteur Falls, Guyana

Antelope Canyon, Arizona — USA


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Around the World in 80 Seconds

The World’s Rare and Natural Phenomena
 
Underwater Photography

Mindblowing Glass Sculptures of Viruses

Extinction in the Animal World

Why Flamingos Are Pinkish-Orange

The Eccentrically Talented Work of Geof Kern

Underwater Photography of Elena Kalis

The World’s Inaccessible Monasteries

Iran As Never Seen Before

The Most Loyal Dogs in History










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