I decided to write a short story on the effects touch has on your body and senses.
Mr. W isn’t big on the whole caressing thing as his previous relationships were very monotonous and the ex did not like being touched.
I (Mrs. W) love touching and the eroticism that senses (sight, touch, taste, hear and smell) have during those most intimate moments.
So as of late, we have been experimenting with Tantra. OMG!!! This man has a hidden talent of unleashing this pornstar vixen in me with those touches.
I have discovered that when he licks my toes and runs his tongue under the sole of my foot, it sends tingles to my ass (lol no joke).
When he nibbles on the back of my knees and runs his tongue alongside my ear, my nipples and the crack of my ass go instantly hard and my pussy gets instantly wet.
But when licks the inside of my thigh and blows cold air, that is it, folks, I start throbbing.
It makes it even more intense when the person who is targeting these zones is someone you share a deep emotional connection with.
My body betrays me every time with Mr. W. Even when I am so mad at him, he hits one of these zones and the body just gives in.
It is the soft touch, the slow kiss, the gentle whisper, and the unorthodox attention to extremely sensitive spots like the base of the back, toes, just by the waistband, under the breast, the skin from the waist up towards the armpit
These areas honestly get attention only when you’re bathing or scratching them but never in an intimate way, never in a slow way
Especially if while you’re experiencing someone exploring your body like this, you focus on taking slow, deep breathes and relaxing into each feeling, each wave of hormonal orgasms
More than just penetrating, licking and rubbing, when you begin slowly, methodically, and attentively exploring your partner’s body, squirting, multiple orgasms (lol for guys and women) become the byproduct
It almost starts feeling like the sex is no longer sex, it’s now a drug taken at the perfect club with the music glaring and the DJ is laying hit after hit, it starts feeling like that perfect bottle of wine on a winter’s evening, under a warm blanket with a warm body and the perfect most vulnerable conversation you can every share
What are your sensitive spots?!
Voice Of Mechanics 