Big Throbbing Brains

My fetish is brains. Not brains to eat or play in like a zombie. Not brains to mess with like the lauded mind-fucks that so many kinky people seem to enjoy. Just brains. Intelligence. The snap in the eyes and quicksilver words of someone with cognition spinning all the time. Sure, there's common sense, there's native intelligence, know-how, street smarts. It's all good. But it doesn't compare, to me, with someone a step ahead, or outside, or underneath the moment. Maybe it's a person's intellectual curiosity or cosmopolitan values that attracts me. A feeling that they will always be able to surprise me a little and whenever I next see them - if it's a week, month, or year later - they'll be a slightly different person for the experiences they've sought out and what they'll share with me. That's a huge turn-on.