Sex is such a beautiful act. It’s being naked-physically and emotionally. It is the closest two people can get. The anticipation of being with someone in that way can conjure up greater excitement than the actual experience. To be intimate with another…..to share yourself….it should be treated as something very special.
My love languages are “acts of service” and “physical touch”. I enjoy doing kind things for those I love. I also enjoy physically being in the presence of the one I love. Kissing. Touching. Being held. Cuddling. All those fall under the umbrella of intimacy. There’s an awareness of vulnerability that resides in being intimate. Essentially, you are allowing another into your safe space. Being open to love also means being open to hurt. Joy and pain. The risk is worth it. All or nothing.
As I write this, I find myself holding back what I really want to say. I guess I’m not as naked as I thought I was. 😉 The idea of being that way with another….again… is exciting…. and scary. But it’s worth the risk. In my head, the most beautiful experience is taking place. Two people are comfortable with each other. Two people desire each other. In reality, I worry about the small things: am I being too forward? Am I holding back? Which expressions of intimacy do I want to share with this man?
I tend to overthink! Sometimes, the best thing we can do is be true to who we are. Say what we feel. Do what we feel led to do. Sex….the journey to climax (hopefully)…should be an amazing, shared experience. It’s something you should partake in with someone who sees you as someone.
-Nicole
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