There is nothing like a passion of intimacy. That look of want and possibly need. The incredible desire that overwhelms you so much that the only way to release it is through touches and kisses, through the passion of just being.
It’s such a beautiful display to be touched with hands that desire you as much as you desire them. Eyes that actually crave you. That feeling of want and how it reveals itself through tender touches and deep moans. It doesn’t have a pattern or rule in a way it should be expressed or shouldn’t, it just shows.
It sometimes whispers, other times it screams. Sometimes it’s calm, other times it’s chaos. It can take its time, but another time it’s inpatient. It could be gentle and be rough, individually, or at the same time. It just shows itself the way it wishes to be expressed.
Its two bodies coming together, consensually, colliding in harmony. It’s mutually beneficial until it isn’t. What goes wrong? Life happens, I guess. Disappointment that seems to only exist outside of the bedroom. But what is commitments when it is only respected behind closed doors?
After many disappointments I haven’t given up hope. There is someone out there that would be exactly what I need. Then the advice comes ‘fuck them all and get sex toys’. And my response is ‘you can buy all the toys you want but nothing can compare the feeling of a warm body above you breathing in and out.
Does it have lips like I can kiss or hair I can pull? Does it have a back I can scratch and leave marks on? Does it have arms that hold me? Eyes I can get lost in or even a body I can hold on to, caress and lick? What about aftercare, can it take care of me and clean me up after we’re done? Will it cuddle me to sleep and kiss me goodnight?
You can buy nipple clamps to replace the biting but what about the breath on your neck, the words of passion whispered in your ear or even the words of praises. Nothing like the feel of their warm body above you dripping with sweat. Nothing as harmonic as the moans and groans of pleasure.
Sex toys are fun and very efficient but it’s just not the same. In as much as cuming under a minute or more, using you very effective rose toy or whichever one you own with its multiple wild crazy settings is satisfactory. It’s just not the same, at least to me. To each their own.
But intimacy has never been just intimacy to me. It’s more than just cuming. I love the build-up to it even more than the end.
I love the teasing smiles and stolen glances. I love that look of need in his eyes. I love that small season smile that gets me all hot and bothered. I love the tension. I love the teasing touches like his finger lightly brushing my arm or the gentle squeeze of my thighs.
Then it grows to push against the wall and his lips crashing into mine. Or even his fingers gently caressing my cheek before he grabs my chin and kisses me deeply. Can a vibrator do that? I think not!
It can’t run its hands all over my body caressing every inch of me. It can’t squeeze my ass and pull me into its body while saying how much it wants me. It doesn’t lift me up and place me on the kitchen counter, showering me kisses and bites. It doesn’t get my body on fire the way his touch does.
I need more than just an orgasm or a quick fuck. I crave intimacy, passion and desire. I need that tension, that build up. I need to be teased and touched. I need to feel that want through your body, from the way you respond to me and I to you. I need to see it in your eyes and feel it in your touch. I agree so much and I will either have it or nothing at all.