ambidextrously-erotic:

Sometimes I wonder why I have such a love for freckles.  It could simply be that I’m covered in them and we like what we know.  But I think there’s something else going on.  Many of the women I know who are freckled grew up thinking they were ugly.  They thought the freckles were an error or a blemish that they should try and hide. 

I like to call us spotted creatures.  This lovely woman looks like a leopard relaxing in the sun.  Her spots jump out at me and ask me to look at her.  They tell me where to focus my attention and they work perfectly.

I used to say that if birthmarks were a sign from God then freckles were a million of them and each one told us we were special. 

—GNY