What is it about a man's touch? I crave it, I love it.
When I think back over my life, there are some touches that are ingrained in my mind. One is the time I felt my wife's body against me naked. It was really the first time that I was with a woman, or a man naked, feeling their body against mine. I can feel it right now. It felt so good, and was so exotic. Do you remember that. It wasn't really the sex I remembered. It was the feeling of her touch. I still love when she touches me, but don't get it enough. The weird thing is that I get that touch so little, when I do, I don't know how to react, or how to feel. It doesn't feel right, although I want it.
The second one that comes to my mind is the first time as an adult I touched a man I met on the down low. It was the feel of his arm. It was slightly hairy, and felt amazing. I will never forget it.
I think that is sometimes what I crave. The touch of another persons body. Sure I love the sex, but it is the feeling of their skin against mine. The last time I was with a mine, I remember the ..... yeah you know, but what really is stuck in my mind is the feeling as he lay on top of me, me on my stomach. His legs wrapped in mine.
Touch. This is what I want. Why do I want it from a man so much? I think about that all the time.