I play and talk a real mean game here at the barrel house of "TransformHer", but i swear it is not all i think about. In fact, i've been quite, perhaps too "quite", obsessed with the female genitalia (yes, my darlings, more so than i usually am, i swear). In my daily forages through the pornographic material that lands in my 'inbox' (don't tell me you haven't your own kinky computerized courier like i do), i've noticed how much i've been drawn to those photos and videos of girls friggin' their freaky femboxes.
Just recently, via Chelsea Girl's wonderful musings (and contest), i found myself staring slack-jawed and salivatingly at a girl who rubs her ruby rhododendron up and down - repeatedly - against a well-stationed Hitachi wand. Seriously, this is easily the simplest and most erotic thing i could watch.
I've found myself drawn to solitary exhibitions of female auto-eroticism, i've also found a tolerance for multiple females attending to themselves, in a communal but well separated way. I've even been excited to catch the occasional squirting video - God knows why. Well, okay, my pseudonym aside, i do in fact know why.
What excites me about all of this, is the evidence, the documentation and the celebration of the female desire for sex. It's transformative. It can take the most hardened and resolute top executive, and turn her into a hip-humping, Hitachi-loving, horizontal freak. There's nothing biological (on the surface, at least) or scientific about a girl's inclination to masturbate, yet it remains incredibly satisfying. To us men, it makes a statement that through a lot of glorious gyrations say to us "Fellas, you're not alone."
For me, not being alone is a relief. But what's more important is that these beauties take the time to show me (on camera of course) what they do with themselves when they are.