My other half has always made jokes about “peepy-hole bras” so I decided to surprise him with some new lingerie at the weekend. Having a rather large set of knockers, I was concerned that I was going to look bloody awful. Lets just say I won’t be wearing the bra when I do the weekly shop – but for use in private its a fun addition to my underwear drawer!
My nipples are considerably more sensitive now they’re pierced. Previously, I didn’t get a lot of pleasure from them being played with. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it as part of the overall experience, but I didn’t get much from it. I always felt a bit disappointed seeing as my boobs are such a prominent part of my curviness!
Now its a very different story. They feel utterly sensational.
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If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?
In my head, fantasies and frolics jostle for space amongst the mundane thinking required for daily life. My fantasies fight with one another to get my attention and then prick at physical sensations, reminding me that they could be real if I allowed them to be.
I love to know what other people think about, its a big thing for me. I want to know what he is thinking when we’re making love – even if he’s not thinking of me. I want to know what is in your head whilst you watch, or read my words. I wonder, are you the same as me?
I want to feed my own thoughts, allowing them to trickle between the gaps of my consciousness, stored for another time or to melt into the here and now. Maybe it’s just something for me to write about further, or act out if I get the chance. The mind is a powerful thing. It needs feeding – so tell me.
Teaser and the Teased – with thanks to Liverpoolmunky76
“Grey Lines with Black Blue & Yellow” Georgia O’Keeffe 1923
It was a relaxed arrangement. For weeks before we chatted at length on-line and then on the phone, and we both wanted to explore further without pressure of partners being involved, or it just being a drunken fumble as previous experiences had been. We became friends with a common interest.
Pierced nipples and the cold November air create a very thin line between pleasure and pain. I’m learning that crossing, or blurring, that line is occasionally quite rewarding.
To be continued…
Edited to add: Have you heard of #boobday ? Check out Hyacinth’s blog and Friday Boobday posts & pictures here