Difference between men and women...

I spend two hours on the road yesterday. The other day I had heard Poul discuss with a friend something about a girl they had seen on a TV show, and how they had found her very sexually attractive. Actually the friend had said, at a time he didn't think I heard it, that he was getting aroused every time he watched her. As I was driving I was pondering on the difference between what got men and women excited.

Why is it that a guy can get exciteed from seeing a girl in a magazine or in a show, and even if she is not particularly undressed, they can get aroused that easily? I don't think I would look twice if I saw a naked guy in a film or in a magazine. If he had a good body, tight butt or perhaps was well equipped, I might have a second look, but I wouldn't have to rush out to the bathroom with the magazine and relieve myself.

I need to feel a connection and a certain vibration between the guy and me to get excited. That is very hard to get from a magazine. Reading a good story or seeing a film may provide the kind of pseudo connection I need where I can imagine a situation that might get me excited. But it is the situation and the build-up to it that gets me excited, not a picture of some unknown guy on a nude beach or in a common sauna. Actually a limb dick is not particularly attractive and certainly cannot get me going the way a pair of boobs can get Poul going. Even in porn movies the sight of a dick can't get me excited. Usually the stories are so lame, the action so unbelievable and the focus on the penis in vagina 50% of the time, extremely boring if not off-putting. What on earth is it that gets the guys so interested in this?

One of the few times I can remember the sight of a dick exciting me was when I was a lot younger and shared a flat with a girlfriend. We had seperate rooms but shared bathroom and we normally walked around naked with no inhibitions. One morning, just out of the shower I walked into her room to get my hair drier which she alway used and never put back. Being slightly annoyed that I had to go and get it again I just stomped into her room, stark naked, to find her bend over her table being taken from behind by some guy she must have come home with during the night without me noticing.

I guess it was just a natural reaction that he pulled out of her. But then we all froze just staring at each other. It was probably no more than just 5 seconds, but it felt like half a minute. I remember just staring as his large, wet and shiny dick poiting at somewhere between my friend and me and didn't even think of covering myself or looking away. I was just like a cat in the headlight of a car. Frozen. Finally my friend unfroze and cried out for me to get the hell out, which I finally did.

She was with the guy for a couple of weeks and it was always a bit strained when he and I were there together. But the thought of that large shiny dick, and me standing there naked in full view, has given me quite a few arousals and subsequent reliefs.

However last month when we were in a sauna in Germany and at other times in Helsinki I have experienced guys getting more or less erect from watching me or some of the other girls present without it doing anything for me.

I am working on a short story prompted by a recent experience which involved guys masturbating. That on the other hand is one thing which can get me going, especially if I know they do it because of me. Let me share a small incident with you which illustrate what I mean.

In the private hospital that I work for we also have a fertility clinique. One of my friends work down there, and I was down talking to her about the plans for a party we were organising. She was at the desk helping guys who had to go and produce a load for later use in inseminating their partner. I wasn't really paying attention, because of the intimacy of the act the whole thing was deliberately kept very professional. Apparently one of they guys who had come to the counter to pick up the container needed for storage of the semen had previously had trouble producing the required load so when he managed this time my friend praized him and said that he obviously managed to conjure op the necessary images in his head. He smiled, looked at me and said he had no problems this time, he was just imagining being with me! That was totally inappropriate, but I just blushed like a teenager and smilingly commented that I was glad to be of some use. He turned and left me standing shaking, my knees going wobbely, nipples exploding, feeling as aroused as in the middle of a hot encounter. My friend laughed and nothing further was said. But I was so hot for the rest of the day thinking about how he had been masturbating while dreaming about me.

Isn't is strange the things that excites us? If you feel like sharing similar experiences, especially if you are a woman, I would love to hear more from you. Preferably as comments to this post, but else by e-mail.

Looking forward to hear what gets you going,

Hus Jen

Status update

I know I said I would get back with more information on the dress and the experiences I had with it during our trip to the conferences. However, that will have to wait a little longer. A few things has happened in the meantime which has taken my time away from this project.

We have bought a flat in Spain. There are quite a number of Danes, not to mention other Scandinavians and Brits, who have lumped themself together in rather large communities. That means enough, relatively well to do people in one area, who are potential patients for a private hospital. The hospital I work for most of the time, when I am not helping Poul at his clinique, has got the go-ahead from the Spanish authorities, and have taken over a local hospital, and turned it into a private hospital, mostly targeting the non-spanish community in the area.

They will sign-up the patients who will need my expertise and give them appointments or assign them to a bed if that is needed, at times that will suit me, so that I may go down there for perhaps a week at a time. The cost of a decent hotel for the number of nights I will be there will be more than the cost of having our own flat, which we can also use for holidays and lend out to friends when I don't need it.

What does that mean to my readers? I don't know yet. Either I will be so busy that I don't get much time to write, or I will have evening in the flat where I can write in peace. Time will show.

But for now, all the arrangements have taken all available time (apart from the next entry into the blog, which I will write later today).

Hugs Jen - and thanks for your interest in my life and your friendly communications.