I want to hold your hand!
 
Actually most of the time I want people to leave my hands alone.
I am not the girlfriend that wants my hand constantly held for hours at events and although I revel in good physical connection I also can have strong personal space boundaries.
 
Though the other day I was getting a massage after some strenuous work for my body. It was painful but pleasurable as they worked through some soreness and tightness.

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Hold Me!

I sit there on the floor, leaning back into the arms that wrap around my body and legs that create a cradled sensation. All clothes are on, and there is zero sexual energy in the room, but instead, a quiet reverence. I specifically requested to be held, and that’s exactly what I got, which sounded great in theory, but feels incredibly vulnerable in this moment. I both want to cuddle down closer to soak in the simple touch that I was craving and simultaneously, I want to run because I can feel emotions rising in my chest from the simple process of being held without expectations. Read more