I LOVE holding hands with my sig. other - and he's the same. Walking along the beach, down the road, through a shopping centre, in a cinema, watching telly. There's something about the contact that releases oxytocin, says so quietly, I love you, I feel good when I'm in your company.
This post was edited by inky at July 26, 2019 5:30 PM MDT
I like the idea of this But for like maybe 15 seconds. Then my elbow starts hurt and it's like " b!tch get off me , I gotta reach for my drink. Damn, gotta be all.clingy and chit."
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at July 26, 2019 5:30 PM MDT
Anyone who knows anything about me, or has spent any time in adultMug listening to me rattle on about the things I like to do and not do, knows that there isn't much that hasn't made my "to do" list when it comes to amorous activities. I have a plethora of playful proclivities, but I am also drawn to the fragrant rose petals of romanticism. Each one has a time and place. Each one serves a purpose. Each one meets some physical need or hopefully some need of the heart. Of all the intimate experiences I could have with someone I love, the someone that I could lose myself unceasingly in, my favorite is holding his hand. Perhaps it appeals to my tender side, an innocent side of me that I don't want to lose. Most assuredly it is a feeling of holding on to someone so dear and not wanting to ever let go. It is a chance to have within my grasp, something visceral, something powerful, something special, and to feel it requires nothing more than the simple interlocking of fingers and the clasping together of two open hands from two loving people who are two halves of a greater and far more perfect whole. Love is grand. Hold my hand!
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at July 26, 2019 5:31 PM MDT
There are certain people I am comfortable holding hands with. None of them were my boyfriends. Usually a child or a REASON to hold hands.
I have always been physically affectionate with my boyfriends, but we had very little reason to hold hands. I sat on them a lot. I hugged them. I sure as heck kissed them. But hand-holding was not usually in the mix.