I’ve mentioned before how much I love fingers and hands. I love the feel of them inside and out, and while I enjoy cunnilingus there are just some heights I reach through being touched that I never quite seem to reach with a tongue.
At last, I’m not alone. Read a great article in the Good Vibes online magazine about Female Genital Massage that backs up a lot of what I’ve been saying all along about hands and fingers. Gives a few tips, though nothing much new here. Basically it’s just a little reminder that touch is one of the most valuable and sensuous things we do, that it can bring a lot of pleasure in and of itself, and that it should not only been seen as an appetizer before the main course.
As well, using his hands makes it easier for my lover to do something else I love a man to do when he’s giving me pleasure: watch me. When he’s got his face buried between my thighs or is sliding into me from behind, it’s pretty hard to watch the facial expressions. But touching me can (depending on the position) allow him full view of the feelings he’s producing in me. And I think faces are a hugely important part of sex. I love to watch my lover’s face tighten and relax, tighten and relax as he steamrolls closer and closer to orgasm. I also love it when my lovers do the same to me. There’s something intensely sexy about being touched and watched at the same time. It makes them a closer participant in my pleasure. At least in my opinion. 🙂
Plus, hands are just sexy. I love looking at a man’s hands. Hairy or just peppered with a sprinkling, long fingers, short blunt fingers, rough or smooth, I love them all. After the eyes, it’s one of the first things I notice on a man. Because I know at the end of those arms there lies a great deal of potential pleasure.
One of the ladies in the article said her lover liked to spend hours – hours, mind you – just touching her pussy with their hands. God. Where can I find a guy like that? Most of the men I’ve dated have been only too eager to move on to the licking and the fucking. Not that I don’t love those acts, too. But still. Hours. God.
In other news, ran across a most hilarious story online about a man whose penis tasted like chocolate. It’s a fun read. Check it out.