Touchy Feely Food for Thought

Touchy-feely latex

It turns out I’m a touchy feely sensation slut.

I thought I had always been averse to touch, there isn’t a time I remember enjoying the touch of P. His hands, his body, his tongue and his beard… all made me recoil for as far back as I can think. Taking my sexuality back I somehow managed to keep the intimacy of touch at bay, though the strongest memories with Sir are of the lightest touch. A gentle finger trailing lightness through the darkness.

For me there must be balance between light and shade.

The darkness is the touch that I enjoy most, that I crave. It is the harsh bite of a belt, the fiery impact of wet bircher or the deep and thuddy vibrations of a heavy wooden paddle (or any other impact toy in between.) Although I know that it lacks the intimacy of a bare handed spanking it makes my skin come alive so that the lightness of gentle touch can be absorbed. The darkness creeps into the times when I touch myself. Pinching, pulling and stretching. But gentle strokes across my abdomen are wonderful, better when experiencing the touch of another as it turns my flesh all gooey.

The deeper the dark the brighter the light can be.

It isn’t just the sensations I can absorb though, it is the wonderful world of touchy feely intimacy which has opened up to me over the last year or so. My favourite way to arouse a lover is with my mouth. Not only am I up close and able to absorb the taste and scent of his flesh, I can see the impact of the gentlest touch my tongue. The goose bumps that erupt across a taut scrotum, the turgid flesh heating and turning darker in colour.

Worshipping a cock is one of my favourites for this reason.

I’d been speaking to some long-term friends and rubber lovers about their collection, hoods in particular. Around this time I met a latex fetishist who I took the plunge with. He was shy which I found quite endearing, he wasn’t used to sharing his fetish with others and was a gentle soul who harboured a lot of shame over his kink. He helped me into the hood he had brought for me to try, and with him all suited up he kissed me. I hadn’t really known what to expect but the sensation was like a gentle electric buzz across the contact points. This was a whole new way of enjoying touch. One that I have been enjoying exploring since, as you can see in the picture above.

I will definitely share more on this overtime.

While caress isn’t something that has been a feature in my life for long I have always had a dislike of having my belly button explored. And I don’t particularly like it when people get too close to my eyes. The first time I wore a blindfold was a huge leap of faith for me, and it opened my eyes to a whole new world of sensations.

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Touchy Feely Food For Thought was originally published on A Leap Of Faith.

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