Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'

I love my butt. Seriously. I do. I love to touch it, look at it, work it out and have it touched ;o) I just finished Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred today and my glutes are sore as can be. These last 10 days of sumo squats, squat jumps, lunges, and rock stars in the Level 3 part of the workout has been really making me pay extra attention to my butt. Mostly because it's sore! It needs to be rubbed. Seriously. I am not kidding. I have a massage gift certificate and can't wait to use it. I am not too proud to pay to have my ass rubbed. REALLY!

Though, if there are any takers , I would be happy to allow you to touch my butt for your pleasure and mine! Haha! I do have to admit that is one thing I miss about being married. My ex was good at rubbing my butt. I suppose it helped that he is a butt-man to begin with.

And, here's where the TMI section is about to begin, so don't read on if you're sensitive to such things. There are certain ways I love to be touched. I love to have my face or neck touched. I love to be kissed deeply and passionately. I love to have my face held between a man's hands and for him to look deeply into my eyes before he kisses me. I want the emotional connection as much as the physical. Both are good, but together they are ELECTRIFYING! I love to be kissed on my ear lobe, down my neck, along my collarbone. I love to have him whisper something sweet in my ear or tell me how it makes him feel when he touches me or is with me. Pure ELECTRICITY.

When I am straddling him--with or without my clothes on--I want to feel his hands on my hips, his caress across the small of my back or the heat of his palm as it is placed at the base of my spine. I love the way it feels when his hands cup each of my ass cheeks as he pulls me in closer. There is nothing quite like the touch of a man. The heat of his hands. The security in his arms. The tender look in his eyes. Each of these things forming deeper human connections. Each touch leading to another until both parties are sated. Mmm...the thought of it is rapturous...


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