It's The Little Things, Really
I was lounging on the couch this evening watching a movie. Nothing especially provocative, but one filmed in red, ochre, and golden tones. The lights were off, and watching it in the dark the glow from the screen echoed the gentle light of a fire or golden candle flames. I was sliding my fingers through my hair, smoothing out imaginary tangles as I have a habit of doing when lost in thought.
The sensation of my own fingers moving along the silky strands of my hair, the pressure on my scalp, the gentle scrap of finger pads and finger nails against my scalp - all of it is so erotic to me. My eyes drifted half way shut and I was nearly in a trance with the gentle, repetitive sensuality of the movements.
I know I've seen men in movies do similar things to a woman's hair a thousand times. Just as I've seen so many other things in movies or read of them often in books. When the hero slides his fingers along a woman's jaw line, or cheek or lips. When he cups the back of her head to take a forceful kiss. When his powerful thumbs rub across the gentle line of a woman's neck...we've all seen it or read it a million times, haven't we?
I started to think about how many times a man has actually done those things to me, and I realized it's very few. Isn't it interesting that so many men over look these simple and powerful things in favor of the obvious?
Because it's all about the genitals, you know? Or the breasts. It's amazing how quickly even good lovers go right for those hot spots and ignore so many more subtle and enchanting paths to arousal. I've had incredibly intense orgasms simply having my neck kissed or my earlobes nibbled and sucked. Fingertips drawn lightly over the skin of my back and neck elicit a reaction to rival any that can be achieved touching more traditionally erogenous zones.
It's so easy, too. Particularly with someone like me, who often wears backless and off the shoulder outfits. Think of the incredible tension one could generate, doing that subtly and calmly in public. With no one else ever the wiser that my knees would be buckling and my insides melting...
The sensation of my own fingers moving along the silky strands of my hair, the pressure on my scalp, the gentle scrap of finger pads and finger nails against my scalp - all of it is so erotic to me. My eyes drifted half way shut and I was nearly in a trance with the gentle, repetitive sensuality of the movements.
I know I've seen men in movies do similar things to a woman's hair a thousand times. Just as I've seen so many other things in movies or read of them often in books. When the hero slides his fingers along a woman's jaw line, or cheek or lips. When he cups the back of her head to take a forceful kiss. When his powerful thumbs rub across the gentle line of a woman's neck...we've all seen it or read it a million times, haven't we?
I started to think about how many times a man has actually done those things to me, and I realized it's very few. Isn't it interesting that so many men over look these simple and powerful things in favor of the obvious?
Because it's all about the genitals, you know? Or the breasts. It's amazing how quickly even good lovers go right for those hot spots and ignore so many more subtle and enchanting paths to arousal. I've had incredibly intense orgasms simply having my neck kissed or my earlobes nibbled and sucked. Fingertips drawn lightly over the skin of my back and neck elicit a reaction to rival any that can be achieved touching more traditionally erogenous zones.
It's so easy, too. Particularly with someone like me, who often wears backless and off the shoulder outfits. Think of the incredible tension one could generate, doing that subtly and calmly in public. With no one else ever the wiser that my knees would be buckling and my insides melting...