Who Wouldn't Love This?Well, to say that I love sex would be kind of silly without explaining what sex is to me. To me, sex is not only those moments that involve one body intertwined with another - sex is every smell and sight and texture and taste and sound involved with sharing your soul with another person, and so much more. It's feeling the wind across my bare shoulders and remembering touches that took my breath away. It's touching a delicate silk and thinking of skin that feels just that way. It's drinking my Starbucks latte on a winter morning and imagining how it would taste on someone else's tongue. It's looking at a beautiful flower, hearing a certain song, smelling an ocean breeze. It's closing my eyes and immersing myself in images of you and I doing things that most people wouldn't dare to. It's words and sounds that twist up my insides weeks later when they surface in my mind. It's anything and everything that makes my breath uneven and my heart race. It's lips and hands and tongues and fingers and teeth and nails and hard and soft and sane and insane and beautiful and tortuous and sweet and salty and inside out and upside down.
I love sex with every fiber of my being.