Sometimes all it takes is to hear one insensitive or cruel remark to make one feel self-conscious about their body or appearance. And heaven knows how many people judge themselves much more harshly than others.
However, I rarely hear people talk about how wonderful their bodies feel when they’re sexually aroused.
Isn’t it time we thought about that?
Obviously, I can’t describe those sensations from a man’s point of view, but as a woman, at least for me, it’s pretty damn awesome!
My situation is different being in a cross-country love affair. Parrot and I only get to see each other about once every two months. So before I see him before I pick him up at the airport or as the plane hits the ground, all of those tiny nerves all over my body snap and sizzle just underneath the surface of my skin. There’s a flush of fire on my cheeks and my chest. My posture is straighter – shoulders back, my breasts protrude forward. Even the stride in my walk is faster, bolder, and more confident.
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I feel as if I’m going to melt into him when we hugs and holds me. When we kiss, I feel like I’m tasting and feeling every bit of lust, passion and desire he has for me.
Feeling Parrot’s hands and fingers on my body and skin makes me feel sexy and wanted. Touching is a big part of our foreplay, even before we start playing with our erogenous zones. It’s not the kind of touching new lovers do as if they’re asking for permission to go farther. It’s all about appreciating the craving and the need to feel the warmth, comfort, movement and the feeling of his naked skin, limbs and torso stroking, caressing and rubbing up against mine.
I’m very well aware how my breasts and labia swell when I’m aroused by him. They feel bigger and plumper. (Actually, breasts and labia do swell when a woman is aroused.) I love how they start taking over my body where the conscious part of my brain leaves off – the part of my brain that’s no longer thinking about work, deadlines, errands I have to run, or bills I have to pay. Most times, I don’t even think about the room I’m in.
When I’m freshly shaved, I love the feeling of Parrot’s fingers when they touch the skin of my outer lips. They’re extra powdery soft and delicate, which makes any kind of contact, especially his tongue, extra sensitive. Normally, I’m not aware of how my pussy feels, but when I get to this point, I feel like I’m being pampered like the queen of the hedonists. All I need is to be lying on a bunch of ornate pillows in a sultan’s tent with manservants fanning me with large plumes of feathers. It’s not likely that we’ll ever be in a place like that, although the room we booked at a B&B for our stay in Napa in a couple of weeks is quite luxurious, but that’s the state of mind he puts my body and mind in.
I love when he spends his time licking my inner lips, which by this time are already pretty moist. It doesn’t take long to get so wet that his face is glistening with my cum.
I’m pretty lucky that Parrot has such a talented tongue. By the time he starts delving his tongue on my clit and deeper inside of me, I’m usually not thinking in English. It feels like my mind and body are one in the same, spinning around like a bunch of curly ques. It’s something I think about often when he’s not around. No sex toy in the world can replicate what he does, I don’t want anything or anyone attempting to do that.
When his fingers come in to play nudging at my G-spot, my body is no longer a temple, it’s an amusement park ride – kind of like if the Kingda Ka at Six Flags in New Jersey was a water slide.
If all of those things aren’t thrills of a lifetime, once he penetrates me with his steel-hard shaft, I’ve had what I can best describe as flashes of colors dart across my eyes. Forget the Pink Floyd light show and the hallucinogenics. None are needed. This all happens when I’m fully sober. Okay, maybe I’ve had a martini or a glass or wine or two before we’ve gotten naked, but I’m never aware of any level of intoxication at this stage of the game.
There are things my body can do that it can’t when I’m aroused. One of those things is my favorite position with him – laying on my back with my hips lifted up and my legs straight in the air. Sometimes, my legs can go so far back behind me that my toes can touch the wall. That’s almost impossible for me to do when I’m not turned on, let alone doing that for several minutes and feeling very comfortable.
Is sex like this every time we fuck? What we do for foreplay and the positions we find ourselves in depends of where the moments take us, but I love how he and we make my body feel.
Did you notice that I never made mention of what my body looks like in all of those hundreds of words. What I think about how my body looks has nothing to do with how sexy I feel and how great our sex is. Poor self-body image leads to inhibitions. Inhibitions are a sex killer. If your partner desires you naked, there’s no need for all that negativity and shame you bring upon yourself. Concentrate on and enjoy all those wonderful feeling you can and should be experiencing. I don’t have the perfect body, but I damn well know and appreciate that I have the perfect sex life!