Touch me with your naked hand…
The simple act of physically connecting with another person can be the most beautiful of things.
I am not the most touchy feely girl with the majority of people. I never was one to enjoy the linking arms thing with friends whilst walking about town. Oh, it’s fine if it’s dark and I’m scared of lions, tigers and bears possibly jumping out at me from the shadows, but in the daylight hours, not so much. I’ll give them a hug if I’ve not seen them for a while, or for some emotional reason. I do like to cuddle the myriad of Mini-Pandorahs that are abound in my family – that is just a given. But as a rule, I like my space.
Until it comes to Mister. That’s a whole different kettle of fish. (I’ve always kinda liked that cliché – somehow, I imagine fish tea being brewed)
With him, I can’t seem to get enough of the touchy feely stuff. Whether it be holding his hand (so cute) or something more intimate (so hot) I feel the need to connect with him. It is a subconscious action to reach out my hand, or foot if in bed, to seek him out. I joke with myself it’s because I can’t really believe I’ve still got him, that’s he’s really mine. Even after all this time together, I consider myself a lucky girl to have him. And he’s a lucky guy too, of course.
I like to brush against him when his hand is on the gear stick in the (Our) car, paused at traffic lights. A small reminder that I am there. Like he could forget. In the night when we lay drifting together before sleep I find my toes naturally placed amongst his own. I don’t even realise that I am doing it half of the time.
I once despaired after working in a café for my summer job, the detergent from the dishwasher gave me such a bad reaction I was without fingerprints for a few months thus erasing my sensitivity there (I could have done some bank jobs though…). My fingertips are some of my most sensitive areas of skin and I can spend hours trailing them over his back – it feels exquisite to my hands to do that, makes them all tingly and aroused. I was not a happy Pandorah then. Not only could I not grip or open anything firmly, I couldn’t do what I was addicted to the most – touching up Mister! Disaster! Luckily I am happy to report I am fully fingerprint functional once more.
Of all the senses, touch is very important to relationships. Knowing just how softly or firmly to handle different areas of the body for different reactions is essential. A hand can caress, hold, embrace as well as spank, poke or scratch. So much emotion I hold within my hands for my man and the express it through gestures as well.
I hope to high heavens I shall always have this sense, and I know never to take it for granted.
lacestockings said,
May 31, 2008 at 6:50 pm
Yes touch is very important to relationships, for good or for worse. Like when I trod on Barry’s ingrowing toenail (accidently!) the other night…..v.v.bad
ladypandorah said,
May 31, 2008 at 7:30 pm
Eeuuw!
Thanks for sharing, LS….I think.
Beau said,
May 31, 2008 at 7:55 pm
Caressing–one of the truly wonderful thing one person can do with another.
Embracing, touching–oh my yes–making love with one’s hands–loveliest thing. Loveliest.
The Drinker said,
June 1, 2008 at 8:35 pm
These posts about words (ILB) and touch (you) are excellent. You have an incredibly evocative writing style. I know what you mean about the touchy feely bug. I’ve always been quite physical, but when you’re with a lover it becomes so desperate – my brother once described sex as wanting to be so close to someone that you’re actually inside them. Fair point, methinks. It’s the need that gets me. This need to touch him, and only him. Damn you, I’ll not see him for another week, and now I’m all riled up!
(Also geek comment – ‘lions, tigers, and bears’ made me smile, and on the ILB feminism rant, glad to see someone else was subjected to Gilbert and Gubar! The awesome exaggeration of their writing always makes me laugh!)
(Also, also, thank you for being lovely!)
xx
ladypandorah said,
June 1, 2008 at 9:06 pm
Praise indeed, Drinker. I always think I’m being rather waffly and rambling than actually making a point, so thank you. At least a few understand my train of thought!
I think your brother has hit it on the head with that notion. Describes the situation and feeling completely.
I was subjected to that pair, yes. But I didn’t study them in as much detail as I should have. Bad student Pandorah! I do like their writing style, however. It does make for entertaining reading.
I include the geekiness ‘cos that’s how my mind works – I begin arguments and points and have tangents coming out of them all over the place. Splintering thoughts…
And, I am probably a geek.
Finally – I told you I was lovely. I do not lie. On the whole.
Beau said,
June 1, 2008 at 10:32 pm
Loving someone so desperately is being inside them–always. And they never leave. Even after they’ve gone.
Blacksilk said,
June 2, 2008 at 2:10 am
Touch is very important, I can barely go any time without reaching out to touch Fractal. I’m really not touch-feely at all generally, I don’t really do hugs with my friends much, though I’ve got a bit better (hugging men is always so much nicer I find). Fractal’s different though, of course.
And I love the fish cliché
Drinker: I agree with your brother. Fractal and I have remarked a few times how we feel sometimes like wanting to be so close we actually sort of meld into one person. I guess in reality that would be creepy, but when we’re very intimate love does some odd things.
Innocent Loverboy said,
June 2, 2008 at 7:53 pm
I guess the ‘two bodies getting closer, becoming one’ thing is what the Spice Girls were trying to touch on.
Erm…
…okay, forget I said that.
I s’pose when you’re with your significant other, you’re not just two indviduals; you’re also “a couple”, so you form a unit. When one is physically inside the other, the unit is completed – and that’s what it feels like: you’re both complete. One inside the other and that’s the way it works.
Ever tried just lying there, one inside the other, enjoying the feeling, not moving? Sure, we all have. Doesn’t it feel great?
ladypandorah said,
June 2, 2008 at 8:00 pm
Oh you hussy, BS! Hugging the menfolk! teehee
ILB – I’ll try very hard to forget that, but I think it’s gonna stick. Sorry. I love the whole lying there thing. The sensation is amazing. Especially if you can stare into their eyes. physical and mental unifying.
Innocent Loverboy said,
June 2, 2008 at 9:35 pm
Oh man, eyes. You want to see my eyes. Blimey.
Blacksilk said,
June 2, 2008 at 9:45 pm
If it helps, most of the ones I’ve actually hugged have been gay or drunk. Men do feel nicer to hug though.