The drawing shapes on his chest part. I’ve had a wide variety of women do that. Do billions of women independently invent that or is it taught somewhere?
Oxytocin. Skin receptors are extra sensitive all over you just notice it in the hands because of the friction but she’ll probably also be glued to the rest of your skin with the rest of her body too. It’s like the opposite of post nut clarity and it’ll literally chemically bond a woman to you if you indulge it enough times. If I had to describe the sensation it’s like being baked and staring at the hand holding a half eaten tube of raw cookie dough (in this case the dude is the cookie dough).
it’s like being baked and staring at the hand holding a half eaten tube of raw cookie dough
Dammit the restaurant that made my favorite crab enchilada closed after I started smoking weed and fuck fucking fuck I will never get to try that enchilada stoned. I try not to think about that too often, it’s the one checkmark on my bucket list that, welp. Way she goes.
Why do they all do that? It has to be a learned behavior, surely? Do they teach it to each other?
The touching the chest part or the asking questions part? I don’t ask questions but I do like to touch, it just feels normal/natural/right
The drawing shapes on his chest part. I’ve had a wide variety of women do that. Do billions of women independently invent that or is it taught somewhere?
Oxytocin. Skin receptors are extra sensitive all over you just notice it in the hands because of the friction but she’ll probably also be glued to the rest of your skin with the rest of her body too. It’s like the opposite of post nut clarity and it’ll literally chemically bond a woman to you if you indulge it enough times. If I had to describe the sensation it’s like being baked and staring at the hand holding a half eaten tube of raw cookie dough (in this case the dude is the cookie dough).
Dammit the restaurant that made my favorite crab enchilada closed after I started smoking weed and fuck fucking fuck I will never get to try that enchilada stoned. I try not to think about that too often, it’s the one checkmark on my bucket list that, welp. Way she goes.