I Miss Cuddling

I haven’t written on here in a while, but I’m back again. My website is Ami’s Diaries, right? So let’s treat this like my diary and talk about cuddling, because in this current moment, I miss cuddling so much.

I want to share all the reasons why I miss cuddling and I want to be as real as possible.

First, it’s nice to have somebody hold you. 

The kind of cuddling I love is the fully unclad version where all I’m in is just skin, all you’re in is also just skin, and you’re lying right behind me. The distance between our skins? Almost nonexistent.

The room is dark or dimly lit. 

You’re right behind me, your skin directly on mine. 

I can feel your breath on my neck. I can feel your heartbeat.

I move a little backward, just to push my butt against your crotch and position myself so that your hardness can be right between my butt cheeks. I want to reach down with my right hand because I’m lying on my left arm and my right hand is the one that’s free.

So I reach down toward my waist and lower.

I try to position your hardness so that at least your tip, or including the top part of your shaft, can be directly on or closer to my wetness.

And, you know, I like to call the feeling I get from that chemistry. 

Like biology and chemistry working so beautifully in a sexual context. 

You cannot tell me you understand how sex works without bringing up biology and chemistry. It amazes me every time.

I value the feeling I get when I’m with somebody I feel so strongly for. I mean, you just experience this intense chemistry. It’s like currents flowing between the two of you just because your bodies are connected or close to each other. I don’t know how best to explain it with words, but yeah… cuddling is so nice. I love it so much.

And in this context, it’s so sexual that I personally think about it in terms of being with somebody I can let go with, my person. Somebody I’m attracted to, somebody I have those very strong feelings for. 

It’s just… I need to be able to allow myself to be vulnerable enough to let go. And when it is pulling me in that strongly, I go with it.

Then I can get the intensity I want. I can get that flamey, fiery feeling that feels so good. 

So worthwhile!

I’m going to grab your arm, your right arm, and position your palm directly on my boob and guide you downward and upward. Feel every part of it. 

I’ll grab your thumb and place it on my nipple and rub on it gently. Then I’ll let go of your hand, so you do exactly that and more, while I move my waist and grind on you slowly. 

It’ll be beautiful if there’s music playing, maybe from my own sex playlist or a sexy-time playlist.

I’ll try to feel your hardness as close to, or directly on, my clit as possible.

Ah, it would feel so good. Your skin on my skin.

“Hey Siri, play Skin by Rihanna.”

Please!! 

You know, I wish I was doing that right now because it’s a Friday evening.

What should the boo’less do in times like this other than reminisce? Other than channel it into some form of art? 

Maybe paint something. Maybe write a song. Or you can write your thoughts and post it on your blog or social media like I’m currently doing. 

You can also play music that resonates with how you’re feeling. Maybe it’ll make you call someone you like. 

Or maybe you can let me know how you’re feeling in the comments. 

I just randomly wanted to share this, and I love that I did. 

I hope you enjoyed reading it ❤️

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