Saturday, 04/03/2010 - 12:51 a.m.
We laid in the dark, the Xmas lights overheard twinkling merrily and casting shadows across us. He was mostly flat on his back, propped up on pillows and I was pressed as tight as I could get to his chest with his arms around me. Neither of us had our glasses on and the frenzied rough kissing/hairpulling part had subsided for the moment. I had taken my shirt off some while ago but still had my brassiere on and his shirt was long gone, so I screwed up my courage and asked, "Will you unhook me?". It took him several tries to unhook my bra and we got the giggles about it.
Sometimes I'm very self-conscious about my torso - I have surgery scars and stretch marks and a very old navel ring scar. Sometimes I'm self-conscious about my tits - they have stretch marks and a gigantic brown birth mark and are by no means porn-slut perky.
But in that flattering soft light, I wanted this man to see me, scars and imperfections and all. I wanted him to touch me, not in a sexual foreplay way, but in a skin-to-skin contact way.
I pressed my naked torso against his naked torso for the first time ever since we'd gotten involved and said softly, "Kiss me."
And he did.
Click here to talk smack about this entry 0