For me, it's witty repartee. The right conversation at the right time can get under my skin. First and foremost, I am a woman... One who has hit her peak, and is sexually and socially deprived. My mind is my largest erogenous zone - stimulate that, and all of my other switches get flipped. It doesn't matter what you look like, how much you weigh, or how hung you are; if you're able to let your inner geek come out to play, my panties are going to get twisted. Conversely, and contrary to popular opinion, it doesn't matter how much money you've put on the nightstand; if you can't treat me with respect, or hold up your end of the conversation, then my inner rainforest will become a mini Sahara.
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