People are diverse, complicated, and erratic at times. If you’ve spent any amount of time on this planet, you’ve probably figured that out already. As a result, people are often turned on or aroused by weird things. The very existence of BDSM is proof of that. Some of the sexy stories I’ve written only add to that proof.
I know anything sexual tends to make people uncomfortable. That’s understandable. Sex has a lot of taboos and we, as a society, are still learning to deal with them. At the same time, no amount of stigma can stop people from getting turned on. The human body, the human mind, and the human sex drive is just that strong.
As a result, people will often uncover what turns them on or gets them aroused in unexpected ways. Sometimes, it’s by accident. Sometimes, it’s awkward as hell. It can also be both hilarious and hot. That’s just the extent of how complicated people can get.
To that end, I’d like to share some real stories of how people “accidentally” discovered what turns them on. It comes courtesy of the r/AskReddit subreddit and the YouTube channel, Reddit Legends. Please note that some of these stories are NSFW and some are less titillating’s than others, but they’re still fun and insightful. Enjoy!
Younger generations clash with older generations. The older people are appalled at how the youth are conducting themselves. They see them doing things and behaving in ways that they never would’ve imagined in their youth. It’s not new. In fact, it’s been happening since ancient times in some form or another.
It’s especially pronounced when sex enters the equation. Older people don’t like thinking about their kids having sex and young people don’t like thinking about their grandparents having sex. We know it happens. There are over 7 billion humans on this planet. It happens a lot. It just makes us both very uncomfortable.
From discomfort comes assumptions and from assumptions come irrational fears. It’s not always overt, but it’s present in popular perceptions. Personally, I’ve never heard someone over the age of 60 claim that young people today are far more responsible in managing their sexual behavior. I doubt anyone in that age group could say that with a straight face.
However, that’s not what actual, verifiable data says. According to recent research in Psychological Science, young people today are more responsible than ever when it comes to making decisions about their sex lives.
We examined risky sexual choice under the lens of rational decision-making. Participants (N = 257) completed a novel sexual-choice task in which they selected from among hypothetical sexual partners varying in physical attractiveness and in the probability that one would contract a sexually transmitted infection (STI) from a one-time sexual encounter with them. We found that nearly all participants evaluated the sexual-choice alternatives in a coherent fashion consistent with utility-based theories of rational choice. In subsequent analyses, we classified participants’ responses according to whether their sexual preferences were based on maximizing attractiveness or minimizing the risk of STIs. Finally, we established an association between sexual choice in our task and reported real-world sexual risk-taking.
It doesn’t just stop with responsible choices, either. There has been a relatively consistent trend over the past 40 years. Sexual activity, as a whole, has been going down, so much so that it’s a demographic concern. That has corresponded with a decline in teen pregnancy, abortion, and unwanted pregnancy.
That’s not to say there aren’t irresponsible young people in this world. There certainly are. I’ve known quite a few. Most people have. It’s just not this big, decadent trend. Cable news and popular media love to paint young people as these strange, tradition-hating deviants who seek to destroy our most precious institutions. They are simply wrong.
They’re also trying to sell you a bullshit narrative to get ratings, but that’s another story.
Even in matters not exclusive to sex, older generations still try to find ways to criticize these crazy young people. It’s become more popular in recent years to call anyone under 30 a cohort of over-confident narcissists. Some go so far as to say there’s a narcissism epidemic.
‘Somebody high in self-esteem values individual achievement, but they also value their relationships and caring for others,’ she says. ‘Narcissists are missing that piece about valuing, caring and their relationships, so they tend to lack empathy, they have poor relationship skills. That’s one of the biggest differences, those communal and caring traits tend to be high in most people with self-esteem but not among those who are high in narcissism.’
Again, this is a flawed and incomplete narrative. It’s also incompatible with with the notion that young people are somehow more decadent sexually. Among the key traits of narcissism is promiscuity and it’s not just related to the sexual kind.
It’s hard to be narcissistic and responsible for the same reason it’s hard to be relaxed and enraged. The human psyche just doesn’t work like that. Society, as a whole, doesn’t work like that either. It can’t. If young people really were as decadent and narcissistic as old people thought, then our civilization never would’ve made it this far.
The reason I bring it up now is because this is one of those years when we should all re-assess our perspectives. The grim events of this past year have affected everybody, young and old. It’s affected our society, our emotions, and our sex lives. A lot will change as a result of this year. Generations afterwards will feel it.
As someone who will one day become old and cranky, I hope to maintain a healthy perspective regardless of what happens. I don’t doubt that when I get to a certain age, I’ll see young people behaving in ways that I find shocking. Some of those shocking ways might involve their sex lives. If I ever have kids, that’s going to concern me.
At the same time, I imagine that part of me will envy those young people for having the time, energy, and passions to behave in such ways. On some levels, I think many older people share those feelings. Their youth is a memory. The days of breaking traditions and upsetting their elders is long gone because they’re not elder. It’s just part of life.
We can’t avoid it, at least not yet. I don’t know what kind of state the world will be in by the time I turn 60. I just know I’ll have plenty to complain about. The fact that young people are bucking those complaints gives me hope that it’ll be better than any false perception.
There’s a good chance that you’ve encountered someone who has a very strange kink. It’s probably not illegal, disgusting, or damaging. It’s just something that would make most people cringe if said out loud with a straight face. I won’t speculate on what that kink might be. I’ll just trust in the lurid imaginations of anyone reading this article to fill in the blanks.
With that in mind, I’d like to add another detail to that concept. Say you know this person’s kink. It rightly disgusts you. You believe it could be harmful to both the person and whoever they’re doing it with. However, you also know that they’ve never acted on this kink with anyone. On top of that, you know they’ll never act on it. Would you still trust them?
I know that last part is a bit of a stretch. We can never truly predict how anyone will act in the future. They could be the most disciplined person who ever lived, exercising restraint every day of their lives for years on end. They would only have to have one lapse to undermine others’ trust in them.
That’s why I’m framing it as a thought experiment. This is the sort of thing that just has no analog in the real world. It’s still important to contemplate because it can provide insights into who we are, who we trust, and how we conduct ourselves as a society.
Now, I want to throw sex robots into the mix. I promise there’s a legitimate point to that. This isn’t me speculating about the future of sex robots and other technology that’ll likely impact our sex lives. In fact, for this thought experiment to work, I’ll have to push the concept of sex robots to an extreme that is probably beyond any technology we’ll see in our lifetimes.
That’s because it requires that we envision the concept of a “perfect” sex robots. Now, I put “perfect” in quotes because perfection is subjective, especially when it comes to complex issues like human sexuality. It’s just a useful way to envision a form of sexual expression that goes beyond just sex with robots.
For the sake of the thought experiment, here’s a quick definition of what constitutes a “perfect” sex robot.
The robot is of a humanoid form and composed of universally malleable matter. It can effectively shape-shift into anyone, taking on any appearance the user desires, including that of celebrities, fictional characters, or private citizens. The robot can also take on inhuman forms. It can have fully functional sex organs of any gender or entirely new genders.
It also has an artificial intelligence that allows it to perfectly mimic any identity, role, or personality the user wishes. There are no restrictions or taboos. The robot is completely obedient, cannot be harmed, and never suffers.
In essence, the perfect robot is like Mystique from the X-Men combined with Rosie from “The Jetsons.” It can look any way a user wants. It does anything the user wants. It’s basically the ultimate sexual outlet. It doesn’t matter how tame or perverse your kink is. This robot will act it out with you whenever you want.
Why does that matter?
Well, it matters because horrible sex crimes and abuse still happen. As disgusting as it is to acknowledge, people do horrific things to other human beings to obtain sexual gratification. While most people aren’t like that, those deviant individuals still exist. These twisted desires still exist. There are those who don’t act on them, but if the desire is there, it’s still worthy of concern.
That brings me back to the essence of this thought experiment. This is where we have to both use our imaginations and speculate on how we conduct ourselves in a society.
Imagine that this perfect sex robot exist.
Now, imagine that everyone has one or several as soon as they reach an age at which they can consent to sex.
Everyone can carry out whatever depraved sex act they wish with this perfect sex robot, even if it’s illegal.
It doesn’t matter what their income is, where they live, or what their background is. Everyone has access to this perfect sex robot.
People can still form relationships with real people. They can still have children and raise families, like they always do.
What would change in this scenario? How would everyone conduct themselves in a world where they always had an outlet for whatever sexual desires they wanted? From decadent billionaires to working class people, they can all live out whatever fantasy they want with whoever they want.
Take it a step further. Imagine you met someone whose predilections you knew. Maybe they share it with you or you find out. Whatever it is, you find it abhorrent. You believe that, if they did this with anyone other than a sex robot, they’d be guilty of a horrific crime. However, they’ve never done it with anyone other than the robot and never would. Would you still associate with that person?
Even if you had a guarantee that nobody ever acted out their perverse desires on anyone other than a sex robot, would you still be comfortable around that person? Hell, flip the roles. Imagine you told someone about your kinks and they found it horrifying. How would you feel if they resented you, even if you never acted on them with real people and never would?
Keep following the possibilities.
Imagine someone uses their perfect sex robot to sleep with your spouse, parent, sibling, or child.
Imagine someone who claims to be heterosexual, but engages in homosexual acts with their sex robot.
Imagine someone who is never abusive with anyone, but horrifically abuses their sex robot.
I’ll stop short of adding more layers to this experiment. I think I’ve gotten my point across. For now, I encourage everyone to contemplate this. Think about how you would conduct yourself around people in this scenario. Think about what it would mean for society, as a whole.
There are no wrong answers, but the possibilities are as profound as they are kinky.
We all like to dream about our perfect lover. Even if you’re not a fan of romance and have never encountered an endearing romantic sub-plot, I believe everyone imagines what their perfect soul mate would be like. It’s one thing to entertain a lurid fantasy. Those are easy. Contemplating the perfect lover takes more time, energy, and passion.
The perfect lover isn’t just someone you want for one night or a weekend in Cabo or even a month in Cancun. The perfect lover is someone you want to be with until your dying days. They’re someone you’re willing to love, honor, fight for, and cherish. They’re someone whose willing to be with you at your worst and vice versa.
That kind of lover holds a special place in our collective psyche. For many, it seems like an impossible ideal, but it’s not. There are real people who have contemplated and met their perfect lover. Their stories aren’t the product of fiction. They’re very real and they remind us that this kind of love is real.
That kind of love doesn’t just happen. It takes work, but it’s the kind of work that’s worth doing. As a lifelong romantic, I believe that with all my heart. I hope I one day meet someone who will share in that effort with me. To those who have met that someone or are still contemplating that someone, I hope you find this Daily Sexy Musing encouraging. Enjoy!
When I have a spare moment, I dare to imagine.
When I have several, I dare to dream big.
My dreams must be bold because that’s the only way I can see you. Through focus, faith, passion, and grit, I conjure your face from various slivers of scattered thought. Like piecing together a work of art from a pool of countless pieces, I assemble the figure of my soul mate.
Piece by piece, you come together in a convergence of beauty and presence. Just being near you fills me with awe and wonder. To look upon you is to see a every longing desire made real. Seeing you means seeing the true love in its most tangible form. A concept espoused by fairy tales and fantasy suddenly becomes possible.
However, I don’t just stop at a figure.
Beyond the beauty, I dream of a lover whose persona captivates as much as her smile. I can hold you in total darkness, knowing only your touch and voice, yet still feel your wondrous grace. The sound of your voice, the power of your touch, and the warmth of your presence only affirms what my eyes have told me.
You are the love of my life.
You are the angel in my dreams.
You are the only one for me.
I take comfort in that vivid dream. While our dreams help us entertain possibilities, it is love that makes them real. Even after the moment passes, I still feel your spirit, guiding my heart through this chaotic world. I know you’re out there. I may not recognize you when I first see you. You may not recognize me, either. However, we share the same vision.
We contemplate our perfect lover.
We pursue them with all our heart.
We eagerly await that special moment for one our paths cross.
Let’s not lie to ourselves. Having toned, chiseled muscles makes you more attractive in the most general sense. That’s not me making a sweeping judgement on beauty standards or body shaming. That’s just the general consensus. It’s not just me saying that, either. I’ve heard that sentiment expressed directly to me by men and women alike.
I know beauty standards vary wildly across cultures, time periods, and regions, but for the most part, having toned muscles will give you an edge in terms of sex appeal. Like it or not, strong muscles are a key indicator to your health. If you take care of yourself, eat right, and exercise, it generally shows in your muscle tone.
I’ve shared my personal experiences with physical health and body shaming. I’ve gone through periods where I was more pudge than muscle. Then, I got serious about my health. I started working out regularly and eating better. I did it for an extended period, eventually working it into my routine. The results are readily visible every time I take my shirt off. More than one woman has told me as such.
That’s not to say you have to have toned muscles to be sexy. It’s just one of many ways to go about it. It also happens to be a way that has many other positive health benefits. That can only help your sex appeal in the grand scheme of things. To that end, let this Daily Sexy Musing serve as both inspiration and affirmation. Enjoy!
I look in the mirror. In an instant, the fruits of so much labor and effort reveal themselves. Without filters or boasting, the potential of the human body becomes real. I touch it just to be sure. My eyes aren’t lying to me. What I see is what I feel. The hard, toned muscles of my body are there for all to see.
It took hard work.
It took many sacrifices.
It took drive, determination, and dedication.
What I see is both an accomplishment and a next step. The work isn’t done, but I’ve already succeeded. I know because you see it too. In both my reflection and my presence, you look at me with a glint in your eyes that wasn’t there before. What you saw before was just the foundation. Everything you see now is what I’ve built.
I did it for you.
I did it for me.
I did it for us.
Within each chiseled muscle, strength and power radiates for all those who seek it. They don’t just provide visual stimulation of my beauty. They tell a story of who I am and who I’m trying to be. Whereas some gladly accept their current stature, I dared to seek more. Whether in pursuit of vanity or health, I set out on a journey to turn a work in progress into a work of art.
Time and again, the strain held me back. What started as a plan became a process. From that process, I took what nature gave me and refined it. Through the struggle, I endured. From that endurance, I saw results. The more I saw, the more I wanted to see. Now, you can see them too.
I want you to see them.
I want you to admire them.
I want you to know what I can achieve when I set out to achieve something greater.
These muscles that you so enjoy are tangible proof.
It’s almost here! The countdown to Christmas can officially begin. If you’re a kid, chances are you won’t get much sleep tonight. With presents to open and sugary treats to enjoy, there’s a lot to be excited about. That sentiment applies to adults too, but their excitement is different.
I know this because I’m an adult who loves Christmas every bit as much as I did when I was a kid. It’s still my favorite holiday. I still get giddy and excited like a kid who ate too many sugar cookies. Granted, my love for Christmas has evolved over the years. I’ve come to enjoy giving gifts more than receiving them. It’s a part of the holiday spirit that I gladly embrace.
At the same time, a part of me still wishes I had a special someone to share this holiday with. I love my family and they’ll always be part of my Christmas plans, but one day, I’d like to meet a woman that I can love with all my heart and share in the holiday festivities. I haven’t found that woman yet, but that hasn’t stopped me from musing on the sexy sentiments we could share over the holidays.
With that in mind, I’d like to offer one last musing here on Christmas Eve. In both the holiday spirit and the spirit of all things romantic, I offer these sensual thoughts to those who share my holiday spirit. If you’ve got someone to share it with, then you’ve already got an extra-special gift.
From me to you, I wish everyone a Merry Christmas. Consider this little musing a small, but sincere gift to get your spirits going.
The Christmas tree is up.
The lights are shining bright.
The shopping is done.
The presents are all wrapped.
The eggnog is fresh.
As the final hours tick by and the perfect moment draws near, I hold you in my arms and cherish our greatest gift. It has been another long year. In between moments of love and passion, we endure struggles and strife. From the bitter winter cold to the sweltering summer heat, we’ve once again come full circle.
Together, we made it.
Together, we celebrate.
Surrounded by festive lights and holiday décor, our hearts and souls feel undeniably jolly. As kids, we dreamed of toys and presents to fill us with joy. In time, the greatest gifts become immaterial treasures. Like the spirit of Santa, St. Nicholas, and Father Christmas, we embrace this unique seasonal passion.
Holding you, in front of a roaring fire with roasted chestnuts, I see more than just a present for my heart. In you, I find the true meaning of the holidays. It’s more than just a celebration. It’s an affirmation of everything feeling we’ve shared.
With a simple kiss, we unwrap this precious gift.
With a loving embrace, our holiday spirits fill with festive joy.
With an act of passion, we usher in the holidays.
To you, my love, I can do more than wish you a Merry Christmas.
We’ve all heard a saying about opposites attracting. It’s very counter-intuitive. When we’re looking for a romantic partner, our first instinct is to find someone with common interests. We seek comfort in the familiar. We intuitively think it’s easier to build a lasting relationship with someone who has as much in common with us as possible.
It’s a strange, but uniquely romantic phenomenon. Sometimes, having someone too similar to you just doesn’t work. Things get boring and predictable. That can be palpable in the short term, but over time, things will get mundane. Human beings are novelty seeking creatures and being with someone different than you opens the door to plenty of novelty and not just in the bedroom.
Nobody knows the traits of the person they fall in love with. I suspect that the love of my life will have more than a few similarities with me with respect to interests and passions, but I also have a feeling they’ll be so different from me in certain areas that it defies all reason. Then again, love is one of those feelings that has been known to defy reason.
It doesn’t have to be logical to work. It just has to be romantic, passionate, sexy, and everything in between. This Daily Sexy Musing should help make that case. Enjoy!
You see the world in a strangely different way.
You carry yourself unlike anyone else.
You have interests, talents, and passions that seem downright alien.
You and I couldn’t be more distant in terms of shared traits.
Despite all that, we’re hopelessly drawn to one another. Like opposite ends of a magnet, an unseen attraction pulls us closer. In sea of similarities, your differences stand out. I can glance throw a crowd of countless faces. I’ll still find you. That’s how distinct you are to me. My brain doesn’t understand, but my heart clearly knows.
By every logical whim, we shouldn’t be together. I don’t do the things you’re inclined to do, nor am I excited by the things that enchant you. I’m not adverse to them, but I’m hardly tempted to try. The unknown and unfamiliarity dissuades me, just as my interests and inclinations dissuade you. How can our love work like this?
First, I dare you to enter my world.
Then, you dare me to enter yours.
At first, we’re reluctant.
The next moment, we’re curious.
Suddenly, we venturing into uncharted territory.
I don’t know what to make of it, but I know I want to share it with you. It’s stressful, but thrilling. The experience hits us in unexpected ways. We’re out of our comfort zone. We now find ourselves a place entirely new, one we can only reach together. It’s in that moment, that logic fails and our love win out.
I am not like you.
You are not like me.
That’s the catalyst the forms our bond.
That’s the journey we gladly share.
In a paradox of nature and passions, opposing forces brought us together. A special passion bring us closer.
There’s a moment in every cheesy romance movie when two characters stand together, look at each other with the utmost intensity, and are utterly overwhelmed. It’s usually not the culmination of a love story. It’s often a catalyst or a turning point. It can be beautiful, but it can also be horribly clichéd. Depending on its impact, it can make or break the story.
In movies like “Crazy/Beautiful” and “The Notebook,” it works. In other movies, like “Summer Catch” or “Good Luck Chuck,” it fails on every level. Having watched more romance movies than any straight man will ever admit, I can tell when that moment carries real emotional weight and when it’s overly forced. It can make or break a love story.
That moment isn’t just a product of cinema. It reflects powerful feelings that we have in real life. For those of us who are or have been in love, we remember that moment when our lover stunned us with their presence. It’s a moment that tends to leave a powerful impression. No matter how the relationship pans out, you remember that moment. You even cherish it on some level.
We want to present our best selves to our lovers. We want to show them and the world around us just how great we can be. It often takes work, planning, and even a little luck. It’s definitely worth doing. I hope this Daily Sexy Musing inspires you to do it in whatever way makes that moment special for you and your lover. Enjoy!
We’ve had time to prepare. Everything is set. I’ve planned everything down to the second. Every reservation, location, and accommodation are in place. I put on my best attire, wanting and knowing that you deserve my best self. Not a single flaw will be visible. The image I present will be one you lock away as a treasured memory. It all seems so perfect.
Then, you open the door and I see you.
Suddenly, my idea of perfection takes on a whole new level.
I am utterly shocked in the best possible way. In that moment, time stops. I can hardly breath, but I’ve never felt more alive. My heart beats faster, my skin gets hotter, and every fiber of my being is now channeled onto you. There’s no doubt in my mind. You had plans too and yours was better.
I walk up to you, making sure it’s not a dream.
I touch your face, if only to feel real beauty in my hands.
I smile at you, letting you know that you’ve brightened my world.
I try to put into words how I feel, knowing it’s utterly impossible.
Together, we stand in this moment, unbound by time and place. We can already feel a treasured memory being forged, etching itself in our minds and hearts. When we draw our last breaths, this will be among those moments that cross our minds, reminding us of our most joyous moments. That’s in the distant future. This is now.
As I hold you and you hold me, we marvel in one another’s awe. I’ve admired your beauty before. I know you’ve admired mine just as much. It comes in many forms, forged and framed in many diverse circumstances. This one is special.
In the world of romance, the act of snuggling has a mixed reputation and for good reason. It’s simple. It’s not always sexy. At times, it can be downright bland. It sounds like the kind of weak romantic gestures that your parents or grandparents would do. When you’re intensely in love with someone, it just doesn’t seem sufficient.
While I understand that sentiment, I strongly disagree with the negative connotations that snuggling sometimes gets. It’s not just for parents and couples who just don’t have the energy to make love like horny teenagers anymore. I believe it can be a very romantic and surprisingly intimate aspect of a good love story.
I concede that snuggling is basic. It’s something you can do with your clothes on. You can even do it in public and not get arrested for it. There’s not a whole lot of variation. You can just lean in close to one another, hug each other, or rest your head on their shoulder or chest. It’s rarely that elaborate, but it doesn’t have to be. That’s where the true power of snuggling lies.
It’s one of those things that, if you’re with someone you really love, doesn’t require some grand gesture to get the point across. If you’re at a point in your relationship where you can convey how much you love someone with a simple gesture, then you’ve got yourself a pretty solid romance. It tends to show most prominently in snuggling. That’s why I’m more than happy to make it the subject of a Daily Sexy Musing. Enjoy!
There’s a time for intense moments of passion.
There’s a time for space, solitude, and contemplation.
There’s a time for intensely dramatic exchanges.
This is not one of those times.
Right now, I seek only your loving warmth. My body isn’t cold, but I still shiver. I have a desire to share in our love, but lack the energy to express it in a grand, romantic gesture. What I seek is neither spectacle nor grand. Sometimes, the simplest kind of love is all I need.
I move in closer.
I curl up next to you.
I let the heat of our bodies mix and meld.
Together, we snuggle in a shared moment of contentment. Our bodies touch and our spirits become entwined, but we need not escalate the feeling beyond the raw basics. There’s plenty of warmth, but no burning heat. Every gesture is soft and subtle, but the meaning is still great in scale.
A little warmth hints at fiery passion.
A light touch teases intense desire.
A bit of contentment preludes immense ecstasy.
We both feel it, whether awake or asleep. As we hold one another in ways both slight and strong, our love becomes real. It manifests in a basic, tangible. We can feel it and sense it, the breadth of our love. No words are necessary. A simple touch and a loving glance tells the whole story.
In that tale of love and passion, we’ve already succeeded. We went on a journey and made it to the end. The greatest fruits are there, but appetites aren’t always that great. If making love is a feast, then a simple snuggle is a wondrous treat.
There’s a time and place for big, romantic displays. Be they marriage proposals, anniversary presents, or Valentine’s Day gifts, there’s certainly a proper situation for that kind of spectacle. Being a romantic, I appreciate them more than most. I go out of my way to celebrate them in my novels and my sexy short stories.
As great as those displays can be, there’s something just as special about the subtle things. If you’ve ever been in love or in a serious relationship, you know what I’m talking about. It’s not some grand speech or some heart-warming display. It can be something as simple as a hug, a light kiss, or a slight caress. Whatever form it takes, it can convey more romantic sentiment than a thousand Valentine’s Day cards.
It’s something I think I notice more than most. Earlier this year, I saw a lot of it when I attended a wedding. The couple getting married weren’t the most theatrical with their love, but they had all these subtle gestures that told the story of their romance. Without getting into too many personal details, I can attest that it’s a hell of a story and one that no amount of words can tell.
I haven’t been in a relationship that serious to know what it’s like, but I hope to be in that position one day. I hope to meet someone who can take my hand and know everything I’m feeling, just through touch. It might seem melodramatic or clichéd, but it’s part of what makes love so powerful.
Having not experienced it directly, there’s only so much I can do to describe it. Keep that in mind with this Daily Sexy Musing. I can only contemplate what I’ve observed. To those lucky enough to feel it, I hope I did it justice.
It’s just a simple touch.
That’s what it looks like to the rest of the world. I stand next to you, take your hand in mine, and cast you a loving smile. It’s so mundane that nobody notices. Countless people walk by, not noticing the extent of what they see. To them, they just see two lovers, sharing a simple moment out in the open.
They have no idea how much meaning I impart.
They have no idea how much passion I convey.
They have no idea how much affection I share.
None of that matters because you know. In your eyes, I see the spark of understanding. You know why I’m saying without fancy words or elaborate displays. From the way I squeeze your hand to the way I lean into your warmth, you feel the intensity of my love. Like a hidden channel or a guarded secret, you have the key and you know how to use it.
In return, you respond with a touch of your own.
Like mine, it’s so simple. As we walk down a crowded street, you lean in and rest your head on my shoulder. Again, nobody casts us a second glance. Few even cast us a first glance. They see our love and they just pass it by. They don’t understand the connection we have, but that’s to be expected. Who else but us could grasp this feeling we’ve forged?
With no words, we can speak volumes.
With a simple gesture, we can unleash oceans of emotions.
With a slight glance, we can tell one another what can never be articulated.
That is the power and breadth of our love. Coming together was the easy part. Forging a connection, letting passions and desires blossom, was our greatest challenge. As I squeeze your hand and you squeeze mine, we confirm that we have triumphed.
Together, in only a few subtle acts, we say everything we need to say.