She knows. She knows about legs.
A lot of people don’t know. They don’t know the power and the distraction and the tease. They don’t know the build and the storytelling. The variety. They make no allowances. They don’t think to cover them because why would they? They don’t know.
She knows.
People do know about breasts. Breasts are always sexualised. Always scandalised. Always covered, or not, on the basis ofthe constant attention they generate. They know that if you were to wear just a bra, or go topless, no man is going to be able to function. Society would protest. It’s not done in public. They’re saved for private spaces with private people doing private things. Breasts are gate-kept. Treasures to be hinted at but restricted. Everyone wants breasts. Everyone knows about breasts.
They don’t know about legs. Not really. So, some of us can’t believe that woman wear short skirts as if it’s nothing. Will wear heels. Will wear tights or stockings or fishnets with seemingly no understanding of the electricity they leave with every step and with every crossed leg. They don’t know how the casual display of their legs can drive us mad.
She knows.
It’s my fault that she knows. When we first matched, she asked me what drew me to her profile and I told her that it was funny, and warm, and that her photos made her seem fun and engaging. All true. But I also told her that I noticed her legs, and she had laughed and said most people talked about the bikini picture on the beach and I said I know. I know they do. But the picture of her in a bar, her legs crossed. The top of her stockings peeking out under the hem of her skirt. The shape of her calves and the...
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