Being undressed by a lover (an essay)
It excites me to be undressed by a lover. It reminds me of when I was younger and sex was something new. When a lover's first touch to your naked skin takes your breath away. I savor that. It never gets old, really. If you're in a relationship long enough (too long sometimes) you get used to neglecting the finer delights of undressing a lover and instead just toss of your clothes and climb into bed. But the slow seduction and undressing is like a treasure to be found, a gift to be unwrapped. It's such a turn on to me.
Recently, a former lover of mine who I hadn't seen in years came by. To be honest, we set a time and date so I knew he was coming over, but had taken a nap earlier in the day and thought the alarm would wake me. It didn't. My phone rang and I was surprised to hear that it was him and that he was standing at my front door. Oops. I sleep naked, so I couldn't answer it like I was. I quickly threw on my robe, brushed my teeth, ran my fingers through my hair and answered the door. We spent some time catching up on our lives and I left the room to get something for us to drink. The robe, while warm and cozy is voluminous and cumbersome. My skin was very sensitive that day and I didn't want to wear anything tight or heavy, so I quickly changed out of the robe and wrapped a light fleece blanket around myself. I was covered from bosom to mid-thigh and we sat on the bed together and chatted. Every now and then the blanket would loosen and a little more of my breast would show and I would try to coyly slip it back into place. I apologized for the exposure, but he was perfectly pleased watching it falling. After this happening several times, he finally said, "Let's not pretend" and lightly pulled part of it aside. I was a little surprised but intrigued as to be honest, I'd been wanting to bed him since first saw him. I looked boldly into his eyes, raised my brow, smiled and shook more of the blanket free. He touched my breast and tossed the rest aside then proceeded to make love to me. So much nicer than getting into bed straight away.
And it's nice to slowly remove a lover's garments as well. I love to unbutton his shirt, twirl my fingers in his chest hair and feel his muscles. To take his shirt off and feel his warm chest and back. To hook my fingers into his jeans, kneel down in front of him, unzip his pants, breathe on him through his underwear and watch his cock grow larger with arousal and to see a damp spot of pre-cum appear. To look up to his face and into his eyes and see his desire. To slowly peel then down, knowing he wants me to do it quickly and be done with it but that every cell of his body is exploding the lower I move them down his buttocks and thighs. I love that feeling. His desire, my power, and control. Making him wait... Oh, so fun.
I like to receive the same treatment. It's one thing to be naked and be caught in the heat of the moment, but quite another to anticipate the pleasures awaiting me and to undress as a way of admitting I want that pleasure and am willing to submit to his desires. There's a moment when it feels that I'm more naked wearing my panties and bra than when I'm completely naked.
Knowing that a lover is watching me and feeling the vulnerability of being willing to give him the gift of my body and imagining what he will do when I'm naked for him.
It's especially exciting when what is being undressed and explored is my bottom. It's a sensation I crave intensely, but rarely receive so when it happens, my heart and mind race and it's all I can do to keep my sanity.
Recently, a former lover of mine who I hadn't seen in years came by. To be honest, we set a time and date so I knew he was coming over, but had taken a nap earlier in the day and thought the alarm would wake me. It didn't. My phone rang and I was surprised to hear that it was him and that he was standing at my front door. Oops. I sleep naked, so I couldn't answer it like I was. I quickly threw on my robe, brushed my teeth, ran my fingers through my hair and answered the door. We spent some time catching up on our lives and I left the room to get something for us to drink. The robe, while warm and cozy is voluminous and cumbersome. My skin was very sensitive that day and I didn't want to wear anything tight or heavy, so I quickly changed out of the robe and wrapped a light fleece blanket around myself. I was covered from bosom to mid-thigh and we sat on the bed together and chatted. Every now and then the blanket would loosen and a little more of my breast would show and I would try to coyly slip it back into place. I apologized for the exposure, but he was perfectly pleased watching it falling. After this happening several times, he finally said, "Let's not pretend" and lightly pulled part of it aside. I was a little surprised but intrigued as to be honest, I'd been wanting to bed him since first saw him. I looked boldly into his eyes, raised my brow, smiled and shook more of the blanket free. He touched my breast and tossed the rest aside then proceeded to make love to me. So much nicer than getting into bed straight away.
And it's nice to slowly remove a lover's garments as well. I love to unbutton his shirt, twirl my fingers in his chest hair and feel his muscles. To take his shirt off and feel his warm chest and back. To hook my fingers into his jeans, kneel down in front of him, unzip his pants, breathe on him through his underwear and watch his cock grow larger with arousal and to see a damp spot of pre-cum appear. To look up to his face and into his eyes and see his desire. To slowly peel then down, knowing he wants me to do it quickly and be done with it but that every cell of his body is exploding the lower I move them down his buttocks and thighs. I love that feeling. His desire, my power, and control. Making him wait... Oh, so fun.
I like to receive the same treatment. It's one thing to be naked and be caught in the heat of the moment, but quite another to anticipate the pleasures awaiting me and to undress as a way of admitting I want that pleasure and am willing to submit to his desires. There's a moment when it feels that I'm more naked wearing my panties and bra than when I'm completely naked.
Knowing that a lover is watching me and feeling the vulnerability of being willing to give him the gift of my body and imagining what he will do when I'm naked for him.
It's especially exciting when what is being undressed and explored is my bottom. It's a sensation I crave intensely, but rarely receive so when it happens, my heart and mind race and it's all I can do to keep my sanity.
9 years ago
