Posts Tagged ‘longing’
When Longing Feels Like Love
Why emotional intensity, sensual connection, and longing can feel like love I’ve spent years trying to understand why certain connections affected me so deeply. But what feels more true now is this: Something was happening inside me that I didn’t understand. There were moments that felt undeniable. Touch. Presence. Being close to someone in a…
Read MoreThe Places I Stayed Too Long
There’s a kind of connection that feels real in the body before it ever becomes real in a life. That’s where I have lived. Not in relationships that were clearly chosen and built over time, but in moments—touch, eye contact, laughter, shared space, the feeling of being wanted for a second, an hour, a night.…
Read MoreIf We Met Again
It begins as if I am dreaming. The air between us is charged, the way it used to hum before a storm. I don’t know if it’s memory or premonition, only that my body recognizes him before my mind does. The space is the same, but something has changed. There is no tension of expectation,…
Read Morespace between
I keep circling the same question: does S feel something for me beyond our sessions? For more than three years, S has touched me, held me, witnessed me. We’ve moved between massage and conscious intimacy, weaving back and forth across boundaries that feel both clear and porous. The exploration of our naked bodies never feels…
Read Morethe verge
I’ve gone to the edge of my comfort zone with him, again and again. He invited me there—and I said yes. I invited him there. I invited myself. Willingly. Softly. Sensually. Each time I opened a little more. Embraced more. Received more. Touched more. Trusted more. And in all of it, he was there. Tracking…
Read Morelips
I think of all the times our lips have touched. All of the times that we kissed…I wish I could have stopped time in those moments. I wish they had lasted longer. We often don’t know when a kiss will be the last one. I’m remembering the last time that we kissed. Will our lips…
Read Moredesire
I lie awake in bed tonight and slowly run my fingertips back and forth across my erect nipple. I feel my desire deepen. I wish your lips were wrapped around it, sucking gently, then more urgently. I long for your hands on my breasts, firmly massaging them. I wish you would bury your face between…
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