A Woman’s Touch Feels Oh So Good
Nothing compares to the touch of the woman I share love and intimacy with. I have a passion for sensuality that makes me a sexually intense person, but that intensity must be evoked before it can be untapped. Fortunately, my girlfriend pushes all the right buttons when it comes to physical intimacy. What her touch gives me is absolutely everything I desire in that moment. It’s not the kind that must always lead to sex, but it’s one of the primary ways I express my affection for her daily.
When two souls touch it’s enough to send a powerful sensation of shivers up and down spines, belly buttons, and other not so visible places. When we touch, it’s very easy for me to get lost in the moment, forgetting that the outside world even exists at times. In those moments, I want nothing more than to snuggle up with my babe and just cuddle.
Cuddling, stroking and caressing are my absolute favorite things and the prospect of that closeness is mentally stimulating and emotionally arousing to varying degrees. To feel her body next to mine, on top of mine, underneath, or anywhere near for that matter is something that I require daily. She understands this and feeds my physical soul accordingly. It’s the first thing I look for in the morning and the last thing I desire before drifting off to sleep. Her touch.
It’s the kind of intimacy that reaffirms love and solidifies passion for the woman I love. Affection is an addiction and she supports my habit. It’s one of the main areas in my love life where I won’t settle for less as emotional compatibility and physical comfortability go hand in hand. If the touch doesn’t affect then nothing else will. It has always been the key to sparking my fire works and I’ve been lucky enough to find women who know how to play with fire.
My girlfriend doesn’t know it, but my favorite part of the day is when we’re at home alone, curled up on the couch with our hands interlocked as we begin the familiar dance of becoming reacquainted all over again. Feeling her softness pressed against mine, tracing fingertips here and there, intertwined. I live for the moments when she starts to caress me out of the blue, giving me head, which is what I call it when she runs her fingers through my hair, playing with my tight curly ‘fro and making love to thoughts I have yet to explore.
When we are lost for words, physical communication becomes our language. It becomes a necessity. When we argue, fuss and fight, I’ve found that stowing my pride away and giving her what we both need is often the only way to make things right. Women feel with their feelings and those emotions can manifest physically so it makes sense that physical and emotional affection is so important to us. It is a form of intimacy that can be just as satisfying without leading to sex, and it should never be ignored if it cannot be helped.
With my love of touching comes a respect of boundaries however they’re established. The key to knowing what makes her feel good is watching closely to how she responds to the different ways I show affection.
I love it when she tracers her fingers across my back. It’s never hurried or fumbled, and she knows exactly how I’ll respond. In return, I stroke her gently, teasing, pleasing, spreading knees slightly apart so that fingers can fully explore its treasure, while pleasure increases. Sometimes I just hold her and we lie still in that moment and love flows like static jumping from clothes to skin and back again. Those times, I want her to feel safe and protected. Tiny gestures of love resonate so strongly that I’ll feel her trembling in my arms, placing kisses, nestling whispers into the sides and small of her neck. For it takes but a second to bring her face to mine and gently kiss her lips in kind.
When she’s laying in my arms, our touch allows us to love without limits or words. Everything that needs to be said is already being felt.