Little things… (thanks @SimoneKarmaRae)
The things that make you smile to yourself when no-one else is around.
They take place every day.
Right in front of you.
Driving down a long road and every light happens to be green, working in the office and you roll up a paper ball and shoot from the three-point line and SWISH, finding money in your clothes that you didn’t know was there, etc.
In the bedroom, the LITTLE things can cause big explosions and inspire a normal person to become an animal in the blink of an eye.
Different people have different triggers but we all have something we like to see or do or feel that makes us go from cool, calm, collected lovers to damn beasts.
When I say little things, I mean minute things like watching a woman take a top off.
Oh sweet mercy and Red Sea, watching a woman take over a top in preparation for some loving is such a sexy thang. Especially if she’s taken her jeans/trousers/skirt off first.
Standing there… looking all leggy and righteous. Then she reaches for her top, crosses her arms and up and over it comes.
The way she takes it off isn’t where the sexy is found, it’s in the reveal of her skin. As a man, you know that if the top has come off, you’re doing okay, but to be presented with her skin so close to you, makes you wanna get the party started. Damn near ravish the woman.
At the right time, a little thing can not only add an extra spark of electricity to the union, it can make a person come, it can put a person to SLEEP and can make a woman have a multiple orgasm.
The scale of little things that people like is so varied that this post could go on and on and on… but each ‘thing’ is understandable and can be appreciated by anyone. Even if it is a bit on the weird, freaky, WTF side.
A dude who likes his ass played with could be looked at with ridicule and shouts of ‘homo’ by closed minded folk, but those men who have indulged before can understand at least. And those that aren’t down at least know that there is SOME sort of pleasure to be gained from it.
They just ain’t ready to open up, pardon the pun.
A woman who likes a man to run his fingers in between her toes may not get a hi-five from those who are afraid of toes but you can at least appreciate that foot play DOES have some turn-on capabilities.
Obviously, those are two examples of extremes of little things but they vary from person-to-person.
Funny thing about little things is that the best time they happen is when the person doing them doesn’t realise that they are doing it.
Watching her bend over to get something out of a cupboard and the top of her panties peek out. Not a whole string, just the top.
A little frill from the top of a pair of purple French knickers.
Running her hands through her hair, clearing her face and sighing heavily while closing her eyes. She looks like she’s drifting away for a moment.
Am I the only one who wants to get into her space, steal her breath and be inches away from her when she opens her eyes?
Little things that happen outside the bedroom live in your memory when you get into the bedroom.
You remember last week when you watched her spray perfume on her neck as you now lick behind her ear and she hums like an old negro spiritual.
She’s riding you so hard, it’s like she’s trying to erase you from existence and all you can think about is when you watched her randomly putting her panties on, sliding them over her calves, sliding them up her thighs and POPPING over the caboose…
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo…. I’ve got a good one.
Watching her eat or drink something.
Oh yeah… I’m gonna go into this one…
Make it clear how a small turn on becomes a large, humongous, back-cracking burden.
Your sitting in front of him.
Your out or at home, your choice.
Let’s say your out.
There is food or drink in front of you.
Let’s make it some alcohol.
Something you’ve never tried before but always wanted to.
You pick up the glass, you look at it, analyse the colour, get close so you can smell its essence.
ALREADY, he’s watching you.
The way you hold the glass, how your eyes wonder at the mystery in front of you, the sweet sin across your face as you like what your nose inhales.
He’s picturing how you’ll hold his dick, how you’ll look at it and analyse it before you suck it, the way you smile just before you give him your ‘tried-and-tested’, make-em-buss-quick-not-to-be-messed-with head game.
And you haven’t even sipped it yet.
The first sip is the first lick.
The savour of the flavour is the moment she looks up with eyes that say, “I’m taking this dick to school,” just before deep-throating.
The swallow, followed by the appreciation of each and every ingredient, is the moment after the first lick and suck. And she looks at him like, “If you can’t handle that, then THIS is gonna kill ya!”
- A woman’s walk
- Being on a train or bus and she’s holding a rail and her shape defines right in front of you
- Adjusting her bra strap
- Brushing fluff from her thighs
- Turning to face you with a look of, “What did you say?”
- Biting her lips
- Washing plates and dancing to herself
- Licking her lips
- Listening to her SLOW JAM and watching her gentle she becomes with herself
- Breathing in general
- Doing ANYTHING in oversized tracksuit bottoms, a t-shirt or vest and a headtie
Like I said before, little things are everywhere for everyone. They take any shape, happen at any time and arouse and entertain in the moan of an orgasm.
We enjoy them in the office, on the way to work, at the club, in the supermarket, while at church and everywhere else.
Little pleasures that start trains of thought in your head that get saved in your mental roladex for those stolen moments when you say to yourself, “Remember when she was tired the other day and stretched and her booty-to-back ratio popped out? That was nice.”