Another is that line beneath the cheeks, that swooping "V" that cuts under them toward the groin. Places where the body comes together are 'vulnerable' but this one is perfect because it is an X on the map and tells you where your thumbs go when spreading those cheeks.

When I choose an image it's because it highlights something I want to make clear. This one for example shows one of my absolute favorite places on a boy. Of all the places on the body the line of the hip toward the belly button. The flesh is thin, and always ever so sensitive.

That simply means I can be walking through a grocery store, touch a certain way and speak with a certain tone and know he feels it as surely as he'd feel a finger stroking his prostate. This is the level of 'primed' and 'trained' I keep my boys. They know it's foreplay, an edging tease, and love it.

I would go so far as to say that 'sex' itself, as commonly seen, is barely 20% of what I do. The fact that I can talk a boy to orgasm over the phone makes it count as sex for me because I'm literally fucking his mind until he can't control his reaction anymore. That I can do this anytime I wish..

I know how and where to touch to force a body to move as I wish, where to place pressure to immobilize, all without causing pain unless some amount of it is needed to lead them deeper into their pleasure as it is with some people.

As a Dom, Master, Owner, Handler, Daddy: My first, and true, quest is to master myself. Through determination and discipline I can control every feature I contribute to our pleasure (even when and IF I cum) and from there I have learned to do the same to another person.

With me it also creates an 'index' of features that stand out that allow me to say 'where have I seen this before' which is why I often know some performers from almost any part of them in a scene, face not required. Leander for example, I have spotted from the diamond shape at the base of his spine

It's called "pareidolia" and it's the same thing as 'what does that cloud look like' or 'that building reminds me of a penis'. It takes in perception and allows impression to create a framework around it. You know that it's not really THAT but for a moment it's more because of it.

Take this handsome fellow. People think "Bear" because queer culture made a box to shove him in but that's not what I see. I see an entirely different sort of creature. Put aside "Bear" in your mind, open your thoughts to humans being manifestation of the wider world, and what comes to you?

There's nothing to hide or be ashamed of because you are always naked to me. Not nude, but naked with no reason to be afraid. You are seen, fully, and accepted without caveat. That alone frightens some, but a precious few learn to leave the world outside when crawling into my bed.

And so I dig deeper than your skin, explore those inner worlds and dark corners of fantasy as I strip away layers of fear and shame in our time together. There's no need for either with me. We're here to explore, to feel and enjoy, and I've spent my life doing just that.

No matter where it came from, it becomes mine in my own way. I choose to see a world where the only true defining feature is desire. If there were any lasting result to all this exploration, it is the demand for informed consent and desire to experience. Without pleasure, there's nothing of value.

I have lived my life 'outside the box' because none was ever built that could hold me for long and so I have wandered through history, myth and mystery, and belief to ask the questions that matter: What are we, why are we here, where did we come from. Some things slip away, others remain with me.

Which is good on two levels because it means I have either passed on my 'vision' to them or I am simply not crazy for having that impression of someone. It's not a value statement or one of interest, it's just an 'oh, you're different. I like that. Now what are you' moment and it happens often.

Those impressions are never 'casual' in nature. "Oh, he has body hair so he's an 'otter'." or "He's smooth so he's whatever term people want to use". It's more a game I play while people watching and when I point out my observation, I often hear "Yeah, I can see that." from my boys.

Or perhaps like this boy: "What sort of animal does he remind me of/is?" because to me it's not an assumption of 'are they' but a fun little game of figuring out what those subconscious impressions are that they give.

I see things differently, call them impressions if you will, and this boy strikes me as 'unusual'. I'll often ask myself what 'taxonomy' I'd apply to categorize a boy. I don't mean cultural but 'mythical'. Were I to ask "what KIND of fae this child is" would you come to the same answer I do?

So always remember this: my eye is discerning, my perception keen, and my taste is not remotely limited by, nor represented by, what media creates and distributes. I have seen indescribable beauty no photo could capture, and so I remain spellbound by 'boys' in all their splendid variety.

Make no mistake that my pleasure is involved. It always is, of course, but it's more complex than just where I put my cock. My pleasure is in a feedback loop. With the right boy that reaches an orgasmic singularity because they are pleased and so pleasure me more cycling on and on toward bliss.

Even that is strictly speaking of appreciation, the way one would appreciate a perfect sunset or the coolest water to drink on a hot day, and not the things my mind would entertain as it ponders exploring their inner limits and discovering the unknown dimensions of the landscape of their pleasure.

It is that infinite diversity, in infinite combination, that I adore. There's so much to appreciate, some even to indulge in, that I don't believe I could ever be 'bored' in a world where 'boys' exist. If it is possible, I can't imagine such immortality as would be needed to reach such a point.

I enjoy all things 'boy' but especially the unique. Be they completely unexpected in combinations or the epitome of their 'kind', those are always special to me. The "Ultra" version, if you will. This goes beyond physical features and includes personality, behavior, and so on. Any and all such.

I appreciate a boy who dresses for the job he wants.

And this was a 'peak' physique. The pinnacle of 'twink' body. In fact he might be a tiny bit on the thinner side but that was a dangerous trend thanks to Twiggy and the 'it' girl skinny insanity sweeping the world. I still consider his body well inside the ideal range because of proprtioning.

Men like this set the standard for 'big hairy muscle daddy'.

There were always those who could spend more time on their form, many did, but nothing like how it is now. When I was growing up 'beauty' was a standard anyone could reach without thousands of dollars on fad diet drugs and fitness schemes. Hell, we had gym memberships but that was for the showers.

Of course I have a type. The problem is that while I have a weakness for it that type has all but gone extinct now. The belief you have to demonstrate wealth via the amount of time spend on physical activity (that's what it boils down to) has made the natural body harder and harder to find.

It's moments like these that I make him say "thank you Daddy."

I'm a horrible person. Someone said 'talk dirty to me' and I responded with: "SiO2Al2O3H2ON2O2CO2." They blocked me. I'm not just a "daddy". I'm also a nerd with a sadistic streak so I enjoy when I get the 'what is that' (curiosity) but love the "LOL" because they get the joke.

In my house dinner wants to be eaten.