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On the Importance of Cuddling

Cuddling.  It’s a big freaking deal.

There’s something really special going on when I actually want to cuddle with you.  My threshold for being physically close to another person is remarkably low; I don’t particularly like being touched.  Now I realize that sounds super counter-intuitive, given the lifestyle I have, but there’s a method to my madness.  See, I’m not with someone everyday.  I’m only physically intimate (with another person, ha) once a week or so.  And you know what?  That’s the perfect amount of contact.  All the appropriate (and inappropriate) touching occurs that night and then I’m pretty much sated until the next time comes around.  I don’t usually offer much in terms of a post-coitus embrace, because honestly, after the sex is done my alarms start going off and I need you to leave me alone.  Nothing against you, that’s just me being my weird self.  That’s how ‘casual’ works for me.

However, very rarely, I will have the complete opposite reaction to someone. There’s a burning desire to touch and be touched all the time.  I crave it substantially more than sex.  There’s something about snuggling up to someone and just being there.  It’s really difficult for me to do that.  To just be.  To let all my worries and anxieties melt away so I can just breathe.  For me to feel this comfortable takes an enormous amount of trust and an incredibly high level of attraction.  This is what it takes to go beyond casual with me.  To get yourself permanently etched into my memory, for better or for worse.

 

Categories: Relationships Sex

Miss Skaro

1 reply

  1. I can relate to this. There has been only one other person in my life to break that barrier of excessive touch that I otherwise have no desire to do. Perhaps both a blessing and a curse, I have felt like I did not have that natural ability to do “all the right” signs of affection both in public and alone because I often don’t have any desire for it. I get sadistic urges, sexual urges, but no special look and fuzzy music in the background.

    There is one special person I don’t mind sleeping with every night and I do. I never realized the feeling of hurt being alone until She stayed elsewhere for a night after 5 months of living together. She is the one and only person in this world that I have shared everything physically and mentally with. For anyone else though, besides my family, personal distance is respected/expected.

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