Quote: Our day consists of: Hugs. Kisses, both pecks and passionate. Snuggles. Several caresses, touches and outright grabs of each others happy parts through our clothes. Butt wiggles at the kitchen sink as an invitation to NOP to slide in behind me and see how well we fit together. The sneak from behind while brushing our teeth. Little nipple tweaks (equal opportunity nipple tweaking). The occasional quickie.
At night, we snuggle up in the bed and under the covers together. We warm each other up, both physically and sexually. Sometimes there's lots of foreplay, sometimes there isn't. Positions and accoutrements vary, but not wildly so. No one lies there like a lump, and no one is swinging from the doors. Neither of us is passive and neither is agressive. There is a mutuality that seems to eliminate desire disparities.
I was having a hard time climaxing the other night. I didn't fantisize about some Hollywood actor. I didn't mentally replay some sexual scene. Rather, I thought to myself "This man loves me." And I came.
That doesn't sound very sexually exciting. It's not going to make someone blush at work. You're not going to find it in any explicit material.
But it seems to meet our needs and feed the hungry part of us.
MrsNOP -
Sounds like HEAVEN to me. A dream day; and yes, I did blush at work, MrsNop!
Choc., who would say "You had me at "Hugs. Kisses."
