When I think about my face and what sexual things get to me, it’s really my lips that take center stage. I am very orally fixated. I like doing things with my lips and my tongue; sucking and biting and licking and engulfing. But it goes beyond that. Beyond just how high kissing ranks for me. My lips just simply like touch. I’ve noted before that when I’m highly aroused and not physically near a partner I will find that I unconsciously with my fingers. Tracing, touch, brushing. When I’m aroused the one body part that I want attention spent on more than even the very-obvious clitoris is my lips.
I like when other lips hover over my skin and my cheeks. The teasing of the kiss to come.
Many people like having their eyelids lightly kissed but due to some spatial-related eye phobia I can’t tolerate having something that close to my eyeball with no control from me over it.
The forehead is not sexual, to me, it is…loving, at best. Fraternal/paternal/etc. A kiss on the forehead shows caring but not passion.
I like thumbs and fingers and palms on my cheeks. Caressing, holding, cupping. Lifting, making me look. Bringing me in and keeping me there.
My eyes….not what they feel, but what they see….this is something for me that’s an anomaly I’m sure. Yes I like looking at beautiful things and arousing bodies but when I’m receiving pleasure I can’t look anywhere. I have to close my eyes. The ADD has my brain already so scrambled that focus is something I’m always reaching for, like orgasm. So if I close my eyes in order to feel more then my chances for orgasm increase. Yes….I have to concentrate on what I’m feeling to know what I’m feeling.
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I’m starting to love grapefruit. At first I bought the jarred kind, as I had never had the “real” thing and hadn’t a clue how to go about properly eating one. I liked the red, only, not just because it is sweeter but it has more….texture, I guess. I don’t know the technical name for the little individual pockets of goodness that make up each segment. But in the red grapefruit, once peeled, those little pockets easily fall apart and you’re left with a mouthful of these gems. I eat my grapefruit slowly, and savor each tiny bit. I roll the segment around on my tongue to break it up. I might try to burst each pocket individually. The grapefruit sees a lot of tongue action ;)
I started out with a grapefruit spoon. I’m not sure why these are the supposed preferred method – all it did was land me with a mutilated mass of pulp and squirts to the eye of acidic juice (not good). I tried cutting each segment individually. I was still wasting precious flesh. Then I discovered that if I cut it into quarters, and then sliced each quarter away from the rind, I could separate the segments away from the membrane by hand. It’s a slow, messy process. I’ll do it at work, but have to be less ‘free’ in how I eat it. No matter what, I end up licking my hand to catch drips, sucking the juice from my fingers as I drop a piece into my mouth. The other day at work I was describing to him the process; the mess; the sensuality of my eating habits with it. I shared a very short and teasing video clip via my phone to him and my partner. Both were mesmerized.
Really, the best way to eat a grapefruit is naked. No worries about sticky juice on your clothes, its much easier to lick, or have it licked, off your skin.
I am usually impatient. This is common fact if you know me. But when it comes to certain foods, I take my time. I gather it all up in one pile to enjoy without interruption. Crab legs, king and dungeness, fall into the category. Crack the legs and pull out all the meat until it’s all empty, and then enjoy. Then there are things like Ferraro Rocher chocolates…The outside layer is chocolate with chopped hazelnuts. I nibble all around, separating it free from the wafer layer below it. Then I work on the wafer, and popping the halves apart to get just the wafer, not the ganache inside. Finally is the thick creamy ganache ball – which I lick and nibble until I get to the whole hazelnut in the center. I clean that off, and then *crunch*, byebye hazelnut. My partner will just toss the whole thing into his mouth. One shot. Honestly I bet that’s the proper way to eat it – there are many things in the culinary world (and I can get a stickler about this with most dishes I prepare) that you are supposed to eat every bit all in a bite. A little of this, a little of that, it all blends together to one harmonious symphony.
Texture though is a big deal to me. I didn’t like the white grapefruit – not necessarily because it’s more tart, but because the texture isn’t like the red. I don’t like pears; not because of the taste but because of the somewhat gritty texture that the flesh has. I will only eat grapes if the skin and flesh are firm and crunchy. I’ll refuse, like a petulant child, to each the soft ones. Certain apples are the same, I don’t like the softer ones like Delicious.
Damn, I’m making a mess here. Can someone help clean the drips off me? I don’t like being sticky for too long….
Why yes, those are hands. And yes, I’m on top and we’re both naked. Any more questions?
I don’t really do much for Halloween anymore. Last year or the year before, I picked up the devil horns you saw yesterday. Wore them to work (old job). How sweet my coworkers to ask where my costume was, “how fitting”, etc etc. Ha. Ha. Ha. Little did they know….
It’s been since college that I last attended an actual Halloween party, and got dressed up. I was 19 and a lot thinner and more bold. This was my sophomore year of college, and my roommate that year was a great girl I went to HS with. We were bad, smoking too much pot, skipping too many classes, etc. When her boyfriend decided to rush a fraternity that meant we had to attend frat parties.
Wait, back up here. C and I decorated our room quite a bit, integrating our stuff well. I had a riding crop that was a souvenir from the Kentucky Derby. She happened to own a pair of handcuffs. So we hung these up on the wall side-by-side. We thought we were cute shit, our answering machine’s outgoing message was “Thank you for calling C and L’s house of whips and chains. We’re all tied up at the moment so leave a message.” I never said we were original. So that year for Halloween I decided to use that crop and handcuffs and be a dominatrix.
*grins* Foreshadow much? At this point in life I had only been sexually active a few years, and “kinky sex” was just not in my vocab.
I think the outfit was a vinyl black skirt, some sort of top resembling a corset, stockings, doc Marten boots, a black fask mask, and accessories. No, I didn’t put it to official use. Pity, I know. But what did I know?
A party off campus with a boy I liked I wore a real corset, flimsy top, floor-length full skirt, and boots. Hair up, and fake bite marks on my neck, I was the victim to his vampire. I looked hot. *sigh* the good ole days.
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Now forgive the dust, I still have some work to do to get things perfect, such as re-do the URL’s for photos and re-do links within posts…etc.
But it’s here! Alec, Coy Pink‘s wonderful hubby, helped me pull this theme together. If not for his CSS and general web expertise, I’d still be sitting here clicking through free ready-made themes that I only half-like. My boy James helped me figure out confusing FTP stuff with the photos, so now I have a place to upload them to.
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I’ve had numerous requests, so this is another of the Parking Lot Exhibitionist photos:
*grins* don’t you love the bit of parking lot pavement there?