Over the years, my idea of foreplay has changed. When I first started experimenting with foreplay, my idea was more seductive: the sexy outfit, the cherry red lipstick, thigh highs, and black heels. Of course, wearing all this made a better impact when I was posed in a sexy position in our bedroom. Well, I’ve graduated from that stage and moved on to, in my opinion, a more mature stage of foreplay. My version now doesn’t end with clothes flying off and one of us pinned against a wall. I’m impressed that my guy has caught on, you know guys are usually 3 days behind.
Foreplay is so much better when you’re in love, but you don’t need me to tell you that either. It’s more intimate and not so planned out as it used to be in the past. My guy is awesome when it comes to foreplay that doesn’t lead to sex (Don’t get me wrong we have a very healthy sex life.) I can be laying on the couch reading a book and he will sit on the edge of the sofa and take the book out of my hand, sit down put my head in his lap, and start running his fingers thru my hair massaging my scalp at the same time. This goes on for about a half hour, and before I can fall asleep, he starts grazing my face with his hands. Whoa I’m awake now!
He then pulls me into his lap halfway (positioned like a mother holding a newborn) with my head now laying on his shoulder, he instructs me to close my eyes and just “enjoy.” I’m a good girlfriend and of course I do what I’m told. He cups my cheek, brings my lips to his and brushes his lips back and forth across mine but never opens his mouth. He plants kisses on my forehead, both of my cheeks, my nose, my eyes, ending with my chin.
He returns his lips to mine, but his hand has now started massaging my thigh making his way up my side until he’s at my shoulder, ending at my cheek. He tells me to continue to keep my eyes closed, at this point my juices are raging. He starts to whisper in between his kisses (biting and licking my lips ) what he loves about me. I can feel him get hard, without my saying a word or touching him. He lets a moan slip, and his tongue gains entry to my mouth, I respond, he stops and whispers “Don’t kiss me back if you can help it, let me kiss you” It’s hard but I do it.
He tells me in between his amazing assault on my mouth more things he loves about me, like when I smile he loves my dimples, how cute my sneeze is, how he thinks my eyes sparkle when I look at him, how I can’t help smiling when I wake up in the morning to find him starting at me and so on. This believe it or not went on for an hour, I thought I was going to explode!
How did this end you ask? Ha, we stretched out on the couch, him behind me, lowered the lights and he massaged my scalp again until I fell asleep, but not before hearing “ I love you Maggs” ( he gave me that nickname) I would have loved to end up with my naked limbs sliding up and down his, but the emotions I experienced was ( yes, I’m going to say it! ) almost better than any orgasm I’ve had with him.
He had given me my first mental orgasm, which later that week I did for him. He’s become a master at it now, some of the time we can’t help but indulge and go all the way. Those times we don’t, I feel so much closer to him emotionally. Foreplay for my love and I has become more mental, than physical. I would suggest everyone try the mental “O.” I think you’ll agree; it’s addicting. Foreplay will have a new meaning for you, because foreplay starts out a state of mind first, doesn’t it? Try it. See if it works for you. Mentally blow his/her mind. Enjoy.