Reminiscing

I swear there is something in the air lately. I have been feeling very... sexual. I love when these moods hit me. I have been thinking a lot about what I want to try, or have tried and enjoyed.

The ones I've tried, but never get tired of: The outdoor experiences.
There is something about the feel of the wind on my naked flesh. I look around and see the stars, the ground, and all the places people could walk in on us. I feel a thrill when there's a chance of getting caught. Every physical feeling is doubled in intensity. I can get turned on just feeling the feathery fingers of the wind brush across my skin.

Which brings me back to public places in general. The quick, yet intense experience is like no other. The knowledge that you have a limited amount of time that could run out at any second. It is an adrenaline rush. Especially when you can hear people around you, and you have to be quiet-- but all you want to do is make yourself known to the crowd. The feeling builds until you just don't care who sees. In fact, you want them to see, to hear, to feel what you are feeling--because what you feel is too good to keep to yourself.

I love having a contest of wills. However, that is not something I will describe. Either you know how, or you don't.

I love laughter and playing in bed.

I love running my hands down and feeling the definition of his muscles, the texture of his skin, noticing his subtle reactions with my fingertips.

I think I am just realizing again that sex can be enjoyable. Distracting even. It's nice to know there is nothing wrong with me.