Toucha, Toucha, Touch me

Sometimes the most soothing thing in the world is to have someone play with your hair or stroke your skin.

This can be soothing, comforting, relaxing or even arousing. There’s a reason that backrubs are great seduction tools — your target is relaxed, guards are down, they’re feeling pliant and perhaps may even feel they owe you after all that niceness…

Erm… never mind that last part. Don’t know what I was thinking, there.

But it is true that touch is often the first step down the line towards seduction. It’s not a sure thing, but if someone appears relaxed around you or when you touch them — innocently, at least in location — then chances are they feel comfortable with you.

Now, being comfortable with someone doesn’t translate to wanting to bone you like crazy. But someone who’s tense and could be used as a bridge when you touch them is either restraining themselves from jumping your bones and ravishing you, or… it’s a sign they want your hands off.

Personally, I like to be touched, but not by everyone — only those with whom I’m comfortable… or interested in boning. I have a sensitive neck, and I love to have my back or shoulders massaged, or my arms stroked. Same with my legs, at least if I’ve shaved them that day. It’s a great feeling, having someone else’s hands on you, and it doesn’t even have to be a lover or a significant other — friends with whom you feel comfortable enough to touch, stroke, massage or cuddle are a great comfort and/or fallback option.

I like someone with warm, dry, clean hands, who doesn’t repeatedly stroke the same spot over and over again. When that happens, I wind up feeling chafed and my skin feels irritable, particularly just beneath the skin, and it’s very not comforting.

I like to feel the different textures of someone else’s body, too. The feel of hair or soft skin, muscle or bone or fat can be really fun to experience and explore — or even a big turn off, which is good for learning in and of itself. If I get turned off by touching my potential sweetie, it saves me the potential boning later… although it’s not the easiest thing to explain.

But it’s nice to know that I could be bringing comfort or arousal to someone just by my two little hands without putting ’em down someone else’s pants — a very powerful and humbling feeling.

I think I need a massage and a hug; I feel like being pampered (especially after being on my feet for long stretches, several days in a row) — and after all, that can be a big part of what touch is all about: pampering me.

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