Hungry hands is back. Today he walked in and seeing the massage table set up said – Good, I want to put you on the table today and have you show me how to give you a massage.

Sure!

But the better part of touch is never the attempted technique, it’s the presence. Which is very hard to teach. There are some secrets though – the obvious ones like slow down and feel what you are feeling. What does this leg actually feel like in your hands? And the less obvious ones like getting your hands to relax – and slow down again. And turning your body so your hands are following the line of your arms. And slowing down again. And relaxing your hands again.

But mostly he loves seeing me come. He brings a briefcase of toys, which he likes to try out. ooh yeah, ooh no, ooh interesting but not great. And my favorite vibrator.

The first time, I had asked if he wanted me to keep going with the toys and see where it took me. Oh yes! It’s an interesting mix of selfishness and generosity, bringing yourself to orgasm so your friend can see.

It’s no wonder that anyone would want to witness. The first time I saw a woman in rapturous pleasure I thought to myself – My god – No wonder men fall all over themselves to see this! (Not a very complimentary way to say it, but those were the words then. Sorry.)

It is an extraordinary beauty. And one, it turns out, that he has not had with various previous wives who were not there, for various reasons.

So today – Would you like to help me inside while I play outside? Then you can feel the energy with your hand right there. Yes, right here, that’s the spot. Feel the texture right there? That’s the female prostate, or G spot. Hold it gentle and steady, just give me that pressure and presence. Yes, that’s it. Yes. . .

As we talked about it after, his eyes were moist with appreciation, and mine with the humility of giving this precious gift. And with remembering the years I was not there either.

It’s still not actually easy. Takes some attention. I’m not one of those gals who just falls into it.

But then, a clear sweet strain on a good fiddle can send me into bliss. Like right now. I’m turning this computer off.

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