Touch My Cock!

‘Touch My Cock!’ He moans it into my ear frequently when I am trying to ramp up the arousal levels by trailing my fingers over every erogenous zone except his genitals.

It’s what men like. It’s what they understand. A tactile demonstration of willingness to receive on the part of their women. When it comes to sex there is nothing worse than ‘subtle’. The different sexes just don’t get subtle, they are too busy to notice the other person’s signals, let alone read them correctly.

Instead of just coming right out and asking for a shag, which would be unladylike, many women go through this ridiculous process of looking longingly at him, trying to communicate through eye contact. Or we cook his favourite meal, possibly accompanied by candles to try to achieve a ‘mood’. We try to give him a nudge by running a hot bubble bath in a bathroom filled with the same ubiquitous candles or possibly we use euphemisms like ‘having an early night’. The reality is that it would save an awful lot of time and candlewax if we stopped beating about the bush and used a language that any man can understand – with no possibility of misconstruing the intention behind the act.

Ruf loves it when I initiate – put my hand on his penis, rub my bum against his crotch or just gyrate my pelvis against his back, whilst breathing heavily into his ear. These are signs that are obvious indicators of my desire to be intimate. Whether we’re in bed in the depths of the night or in the kitchen in the middle of the afternoon, there is no chance that he can mistake the underlying meaning behind my signals.

He doesn’t tend to remember the times when I tried to set the scene more romantically with perfumed candles because he thinks he initiated the eventual coupling by being the first one to put out his hand to touch.

There is nothing that says I want you more obviously to a man than digits on his dick.

With thanks to Athol at Married Man Sex Life for the inspiration.