Ever since I can remember, we always had some pets and it was usually me whose duty it was to take care of them. And you know how animals adore the ones who take care of them. And of course you encounter all sorts of magical moments with them. The one I find most staggering? I was home alone with my he-dog. I was half naked, slouched on the sofa when he, out of the blue, came up to me and did his best to leave me in absolutely no doubt as to what were his 'feelings' towards me and what he was prepared to do. As soon as I realized, I screamed at him in a way that made him never dare to try that again. Still - it sure left me feeling terribly ashamed. Yet when I later tried to deal with it, I thought there was nothing I could be ashamed for. Anyway, the experience brought me about a realization that we do not exist outside nature but are a part of it. That we really are animals.
I like mens hands. Big, strong hands that can hold me and touch me and make me feel soft and tiny. I just melt when a man takes my cheek in his hand and gazes into my eyes before he kisses me. I guess I am a sucker for old school seduction, when a man is a man and he makes his woman feel precious with just a touch of his hand.