What’s your sexual inconsistency?

Your dichotomy, your oxymoron of desires, your mix of conflicting desires that do not make sense? For me? I love a woman wearing anything vanilla scented (I even like patchouli sometimes) I love freshly painted nails, clean, shiny, freshly washed hair with a mist of Tresemme’ that hits me right in my senses, but I like her feet to be dirty-ish and smelly…