People don’t spend enough time feeling more than their genitals. The rest is quite interesting and sadly taken for granted by all parties involved. Flesh is rough in places, smooth in others. All the hair is seen as a nuisance to be overlooked or eliminated. This, here on my stomach and chest, is like petting an animal. I’d be so bold as to say it’s not the fucking I enjoy most (though lord knows it’s what I want most), but instead the feel of feminine fingers fluttering against my grain. Digging in and wandering about because the human body may seem daunting, damn near frightening, but when all is said and done (many times over), this is what there is. It is a corporeal collection of motor functions, memories, sweet sensations, and exploration of the most intimate kind.