Melody Dean
Be Fucked by the World and Love It! (an exploration of sensuality)
by , Jan 15, 2015 at 3:07 PM (4843 Views)
What is sex if not sensation? I realize that a lot of things that I enjoy about sex have nothing to do with touching genitals at all.
I shaved my legs and bikini area this morning. As I walk around the office, the fabric of my clothes runs over my smooth skin, teasing me, tempting me, making me want more touch.
On a warm spring day, the wind blows over the tiny hairs on my arms, like my lover's fingers gently trailing over my skin.
I take a bite from a peach and before my lips leave the fruit, I suck in gently to taste all of the juices and prevent them from dripping down my chin.
In the shower, I lather my body with slippery soap not unlike the cum that sprayed my stomach hours earlier.
I dance and I become flushed in my cheeks and over my breasts, just like the blush on my skin after making love.
I eat a spoonful of creamy soup, and the warm, thick liquid goes down my throat.
Although I say I hate the cold, when I get goosebumps, I can't help but think of being warm and that shiver of erotic excitement runs through my body, prickling my skin.
Sometimes I wear my boots without socks just to feel the fun on my bare flesh.
The guitar in that song, the horn in that one, they sound so close to the sounds my lover makes.
The rhythm of the drums is like the sound of two hearts beating, the bass line like the speed our bodies rocked together.
Haven't you ever gotten that rush from the hairdresser washing your hair?
Or from the skin to skin contact of a handshake?
Or found a bird feather on the ground and stroked it?
Take a moment and pay attention to the sensations all around you. Be seduced by your environment. Like making love through the night and being surprised by the morning sun when you emerge, take a moment to squint, then open your eyes.
Fuck the world, and let the world fuck you.
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