I'm interested in quiet exotic. Tell me moreI'm saddened by how all of you are underestimating the impact sexual objectification can have on people lives.
When I was 19 I took a temporary job at a factory in Bristol called Mail Marketing. They employed over 200 women stuffing envelopes with junk mail and 6 men in the warehouse. I was the only man under about 50.
Every shift I would be wolf whistled and cat called as I went up and down the shop floor. Hardly a day went by when by bum and genitalia were not grabbed, groped or fondled multiple times.
At the Christmas party they sang "get your cock out, get your cock out, get your cock out for the girls" while I performed a strip tease and they collected pound coins in a pint glass for my Christmas box.
Eventually it escalated to the point where I had to have sexual relations (some of them quiet exotic) with a supervisor in her mid-40s in a store room every shift.
Even now not a day goes by where I don't miss that job. Best job I ever had.

I tell you ****ing what.
This boils my piss.
No one ever thinks of the wolf do they?
It's bad enough being driven to the edge of extinction without being forced to purse your furry wolf lips and blow for the entertainment of others.
Expelling air past your wrinkly skin and folds of dark moist flesh is no mean feat for Brer Canis Lupus you know.
They're noble beasts not the ****s you think they are.
Just walked to nursery to pick up the daughter. Lass walking in front of me, 6 foot 5 at least, legs up to her armpits with a skirt barely covering her arse cheeks.
You couldn't help but notice her.
Happened to be a couple of seasoned booze hounds sat on the street corner who clocked her. I'd of bet me mortgage on what I heard next .
Sure enough as I pass.
"You wouldn't mind them wrapped around your neck".
Lads Lads Lads!