Where does the journey start?  Like any teenage boy I was overwhelmed by sexual desires.  Suddenly girls aren't just girls, they are legs, boobs, asses, moving living breathing sexual beings.  Suddenly your cock stiffens at the slightest provocation, it takes on a life of its own, you have no control over it, it controls you.

A glimpse of thigh on a bus and hey presto, a girl in a bikini at the local pool, some dancers on Top of the Pops and there you go, a picture in a magazine, the neighbours elder daughter out of reach and out of touch, your friends sister - anything she may have touched or worn, you are no lopnger a free being your cock hungry, rampant and out of control and in control.

 I was fortunate growing up.  To one side our neighbours were a young couple, to the other a greek cypriot family - at a guess early 40s.  The female half of the young couple liked to sunbathe in a bikini, always seemed to be white.  Her protected garden, the fences were nicely high, meant she had suitable privacy.  No prying eyes.  Except for my single bed room, where I slept and looked alone.  Door closed, binoculars borrowed, cock in hand, taking in every inch of her body, wanking as she lay face down, or eyes closed face up.  Even now my cock quivers at the thought of her.

The female half of the greek cypriopt couple afforded me less blatant opporrtunity.   But when it came it came!  A few times, early morning glimpses from our garden, of her still dressed in a shortish see thru nightie, I remember the outline of those white panties still.  Or entertaining friends on the back patio, shotish skirts, high heels, ample leg and thigh, and watching on, cock in hand, from my bedroom a young voyeur learning the starting steps of a life journey.

What women want more than sex (it’s a long list).

For women, the whole point of dressing sexy is to be the center of attention. And not just because it fills a childhood void left by their father’s neglect (although it does that, too). No, being the most popular or noticed woman at a club or party gives that woman has the most social clout.

When it comes right down to it, women are craven little toads just like men. They want their needs met to the fullest extent, some of which — such as adoring adoration — require the participation of other people. And getting that requires some kind of leverage.

Women can get the required leverage in a variety of ways: They can attract attention through a talent like music or art, through business success or fame (think Reality TV), or they can bend people to their will by possessing the One Ring to rule them all (but that one only really works on nerds).

Yet rather than attracting attention through personal achievement, business savvy, or mystical jewelry, many women simply choose the easy way — by disrupting societal convention. That’s a fancy way to say they wear clothes that showcase their lady lumps: necklines that dip lower than the 2008 Dow Jones Index, with skirts and heels higher than Snoop Dog after riding on Willie Nelson’s tour bus.

From FHM 'A cock is for teasing' written by a female sex therapist:

 Cocktease… some people say it like it’s a bad thing. It entered the vernacular in the 1800s as derogatory sexual slang for women who tantalized men without delivering, but I'm starting to think that women should reclaim the word. As a very hot economist told me, keeping men wanting is like simple economics. “Men take anything – even sex – for granted if they think the supply is unlimited,” he said. “It’s about creating artificial scarcity.”