5 Non- Sensual Ways to Show Affection and Intimacy

One- Grocery shopping together, this leads to spending time together, laughing, people watching. There’s something incredibly intimate about buying frozen veggies and Honey Nut Cheerios.

Two- A woman sending you pictures while she’s trying on clothes at a store. “Hey babe, do you like this?” “How does this look on me?” Not this new trend of taking pictures and posting them online but knowing the only opinion that matters to her is yours, that’s cool.

Three- Working out together. Now to be honest I don’t really do this but I have and the competition, the sweating, the conversation. You’re literally spending 45 minutes to an hour just bonding.

Four- Helping her take off nail polish or take out braids. You get to see her like few people do and because she’s yours it’s okay. For a second you think about how your boys would laugh if they saw you sitting with her foot in your lap while you wipe away polish. For a second you think how gay you must look taking out braids hoping you don’t cut her real hair and make her go off. Then you realize being here doing this with her is better than front row at a Mayweather- Pacquio fight. That’s intimacy, that’s affection, that’s a relationship.

Five- Leaving somewhere together. A party, a restaurant, the movies. That drive home knowing you’re the one taking her home when every guy in the room was looking at her. Holding her hand, her hand on your thigh, her hand rubbing your neck. Not in a sexual way but in a comfortable way like she just likes touching you. It’s hard to explain if you’re not a man that gets it but for whatever reason when a woman loves you or is just into you she likes touching you.

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He Tried to Domesticate You; I Just Want to Liberate You

my wifeThere are times I have these nights where I want to be incredibly honest. I think tonight is one of those nights. Look, every man want s a woman he’s proud to call his own. A woman that’s kind and gentle and has qualities that will make her a good wife and a great mother. What we don’t like to admit though is that not every woman is meant to be those things. Some women are just meant to be wild.

Men are jealous by nature, we’re selfish by nature. Even the most understanding of us feel a certain way about other men talking to the women we love. The thing is though, not every woman is meant to be domesticated. Not every woman is meant to be meek. He wants that, he needs that. I can respect that. That isn’t you though. You’re a freak. You like sex in the car, you like biting and scratching and fighting. You need that passion and emotion and those moments when you can run wild without feeling guilty. He can’t see that, I can.

Maybe one day you’ll be ready to settle down and be the woman he wants. I don’t see today being that day.

Two Word Stories… Her Lips to My Soul

imagesCA4RUXG1Hold Me– Fresh out the shower, skin moist, towel wrapped around her petite frame. Sitting in my lap, her head in the crook of my neck, “Hold me,” are the two words that come from her lips. She’s shivering but the heat is on, she has goosbumps on her skin but her body is warm. Hold me means more than hold me, it’s a two word story that means protect me, that means keep me calm. Hold me is I don’t want you inside of me tonight; I just need us to connect tonight. Hold me is the most calming of the two word stories because it’s the most sincere.

Touch It- The lights red, the dinner was good, the concert was great, the company was even better. I can look in her eyes and tell she’s tipsy, I can look at her dress and tell she’s feeling sexy. Accelerating onto the highway, seventy miles an hour going south I can see her raise up off the seat. I feel the panties land in my lap, purple lace on my thigh. “Touch it,” she demands more than she asks. Taking off her seatbelt, raising up the consul, sliding over I can hear her body responding to my touch. My hand on her knee, my fingers tracing pelvis, touching everywhere but where she wants. “Touch it,” her voice grows more demanding. I go faster. “Touch it,” is the nastiest of the two word stories. It’s the beginning to the story, the starter to the ignition. “Touch it,” means I want you to do more than just touch it but for now…

Marry Me- Watching her barefoot on the hardwood floor, red panties and a white tank top. Dancing to the music, grilled salmon on the stove because she says I eat too much fried stuff. The dishwater steaming because she says her mother didn’t raise her to use a dishwasher. Perfect shape, French tips on her fingers but always a bold color on her feet; today it’s a Tiffany’s blue. Hair in a bun, lip gloss the only makeup she wears on days when we’re being lazy. Watching her be perfect without even trying to be perfect, her lotion and candles flowery and sweet replacing the smell of pine soil and pledge in my bachelor bad. In my mind I’ve thought of a hundred elaborate proposals. Everything from Italy in the winter to Napa in the spring. In front of our families at Christmas or in front of our friends at my next book signing. But watching her I know in my heart that no moment will be more perfect than right now because the coolest two word stories can’t be scripted, when you know… you just know. “Marry me…”  The ring box sitting in a crock pot on the counter because I know she’s too impatient to ever cook with it. Her smile bright, her eyes watery, her lips soft. Her answer is yes because this two word story can’t help but have a happy ending or I should say beginning.