BB's dirty thoughts, 14 Nov

You can never put a price on tender aftercare. Stroking the hair, gently scritching the scalp, or the tender loving caresses of fingers soothing down your arms, back, torso, neck. The warmth of an embrace from someone you truly trust.

Touch is a thing that humans need.

I never saw in shame in hiring sex workers if you're touch starved... but it's not something to be ashamed of, on the whole. We all need a little love and gentility, sometimes. I know a bunch of in person sex workers (and all the more power to them, having never done it myself) and I know the grand majority of the time, they talk about how what their clients really needed, more than sexual release, was therapeutic affection. And that's SO reasonable.

It's easy to forget we all need it, or to get lost in the grind of work, thinking you can go without it because you have done so, for so long. But it begins to put an invisible price on your soul, making things heavier and darker, possibly even without your awareness.

Hugs, friends, romantic touch, affection... these are all human needs.

Personally, I have such thin skin that gentle stimulation on my nerves is like a spiritual exfoliation... I live and sweetly die in a tender caress, a massage, or my personal favourite.... scritches. The long kind that stroke and run around your nervous system, not the back and forth kind. It is the Easiest way for a trusted lover to get me to pool around their feet, and is perhaps my favourite method of soothing, and aftercare.

That, or a good deep foot massage. THAT will get me moaning. I'm not ashamed to say there was one hitachi private commission that exists out there... SOMEwhere... that was me moaning as I applied my massager to my feet. *snickers* Usually that's.... not where I'm putting it, but lordy lord did I moan like a woman in heat that time.