Mmm, erogenous zones. Even the words sound sexy to me. Let’s think past the obvious for a moment, shall we?
Oh yes pussy, clit, ass, cock, balls. Yep, touch those just right and someone’s bound to have a good time. But what else?
Ears and earlobes. John Brownstone loves to lick the outside of my ear and tease the inside of my ear with the tip of his tongue. I swear to gawd, it feels so much like his mouth on my pussy, I nearly explode.
Tummies and hips. A soft touch, a gentle stroke of fingers on sensitive skin, and I’m all shivery and parting my thighs.
Wrists and arms. The skin is extra sensitive here. A few featherlight touches and I’m a wet mess.
Nipples. Not mine, his. Depending on the mood, I can play lightly or I can nip and nibble with my teeth. Either way, he shivers and (eventually) growls.
Back and shoulders. When he lands a punch during a bit of impact play, I become boneless and soaked. When I run my hands along his spine or rake my nails across his shoulders, goose bumps pebble his skin.
The mind. Fascinate me, amuse me, and entertain me, and I’m probably willing and able to play. Mindfuck me, and I’m all yours. Call me dirty names and I become exactly that. This may be my personal favorite.
Okay, what isn’t listed here that is one of your erogenous zones? For, ya know, research purposes. Ha!
E is for erogenous zones, y’all. We all have them, and they are so much more than Tab A and Slot B. What else does “E” stand for? Well, click on the pretty picture below to go see what other writers are saying!