She was a blonde, blue-eyed and beautiful, and had not the slightest inhibition about showing off her fabulous form.

Why is it, I wonder, that men who love to look at women are often embarrassed by the thought of women ogling them? I mean, it’s all right for men to be voyeurs, but luck and lawyers help them if they get stuck with the label “exhibitionist.” Actually, I suppose I’m like most men: If I ever defined my visual orientation in sex, I would call myself a looker, not a “lookee.”

That is, until I met Marcy, a girl who is not so much different as she is extraordinarily honest. For Marcy, the visual is an important part of sex, as it is for all of us, I suppose, though with Marcy it’s arguable that her eyes are the most sensitive erogenous zones in her body. Quite... Read More