A walk in the shoes of the barefoot sub
There was a time when I couldn't stand touch. As a child I was always loved, my family were close-knit and always there for me, no matter what. But it was never shown in a tactile way. Love was shown through actions rather than hugs and kisses. My adolescence saw me exploring sex in all... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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