Touched

I've already written more than once about some of the ways I'd love to touch you, should I ever get the chance. About how much I adore your skin, and how it must feel under my fingertips. About how taking care of your wants and needs is always my number one priority.

Not that I'm completely altruistic. Your pleasure is my pleasure, after all. I'm a giver. And what I really long for, more than anything… is to give you whatever you need to bring you to your knees. As often as I can, as often as you'd like.

But you're a giver, too. Right? I've long suspected it, and a funny thing is that my suspicions about you just keep proving to be true again and again and again…

So what happens when you put two givers into a bedroom together?

I honestly don't have the answer, but I have to imagine it's something… wonderful.

And I was thinking about that tonight, during a long drive down a dark highway. And it occurred to me… I haven't even considered how I would like to be touched… not in ages.

And so I started thinking about that, and you, and… gosh.

So, I'm going to be selfish tonight. No phony altruism in this letter. No pretending like I want to push you over the edge only because you enjoy it.

No. This letter is about you touching me. This letter… is about me.

Do you know that it's been at least twenty years since I've felt hot breath in my ear? I don't know if that even sounds appealing to you at all, but if we start there then it might just be all over already. Especially if you take the opportunity to whisper how you feel about me… whisper my name…

Don't worry, though… give that lobe a bit of a nibble, and I'll be back in action in a heartbeat.

Your lips… pressed against my neck, under by chin, sucking, threatening to leave a mark…

Your hands on my arms, my back, my chest…

I've heard rumors that some, both men and women, enjoy the hot/cold of lips pressed around their nipples… Just as some do not… I honestly have no idea, none at all, which camp I fall into… would you care to find out? It'll be a little surprise, for both of us…

And your hands, oh god those elegant long, long fingers…

Can I kiss and suck on them as you…

sigh

God, I can't even…

sigh

Look.

All I'm trying to say is that my body is your playground. You are welcome to explore as little or as much of it as you want. Nothing is off limits. Nothing. Nothing is expected. Nothing at all.

So… what would you like to explore first?