The Intimacy of Touch

I despised being touched. Any display of affection shown towards me in the forms of hugs, kisses and even a light touch on my butt, would garner an evil look to my partner. I don't know why I didn't like it, I just knew that I didn't. I grew up loving the hugs I would get from my mother, so I knew that when she saw how I was acting towards the men I claimed to love, she was baffled. I didn't like to be touched. I felt that the only reason a man wanted to touch me was for sex, so I was pretty much like cut the middle man. Boy, was I wrong. Sometimes it takes the right person, the right mindset, the right time to grasp the full pleasure one can gain just by being touched.

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