I don’t do online.

I have done online. Don’t get all butt-hurt and yell-y, and tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about.

I do.

I was “online” for six months. We made it to “real life,” and lived together 4 1/2 years. I still love him. He’s a great guy.

So, I know what I’m talking about.

It’s HARD to build a relationship online. To replace all of the physical sensations with mental ones.

It’s not impossible.

But it’s not my preference. I don’t have that kind of time, nor do I have the desire anymore.

Also, I was lucky. My ex-BF and I had great chemistry when we met. I know many others who have not. I’ve been there, a week or two of correspondence before a first met, and…nothing. A fizzle. A dud.

Great minds, platonic bodies.

I gotta meet. I gotta feel that spark. I gotta breathe you in. KNOW that there is that primal magnetism, the delicate blush, that SOMETHING that will make it worth pursuing physically as well.

I don’t knock the online thing. It’s just a limit for me.

And then there are the things I love and need and want now that are not accessible online:

1. The look of adoration.
2. The touch of worship.
3. The shiver of a body under my finger tips.
4. Being woken with a touch, a mouth.
5. Being picked up when I’m tired, and carried to bed to be tucked in.
6. Being handed small gifts, the result of thinking of me through the day and travels.
7. Massages (foot, especially, but the whole thing).
8. My hands in your hair, pulling you closer. Your hands in my hair…
9. Sharing new foods together.
10. Deep talks, while curled up, entangled on the couch.
11. Sharing breaths.
12. The electricity of a gentle brush of fingers in public.
13. Running my hands over a body encased in denim (or leather, or rubber, or… nothing).
14. The “I’ve missed you so much” hug.
15. The natural scents of your body.
16. Even better, mixed with mine.
17. Biting the soft, vulnerable areas of the throat.
18. Laying my head in a lap, to have my hair stroked.
19. Kissing. Lots and lots of kissing. Passionate, sexy, tender. Kissing.
20. Feeling a cock grow in my hands, or a pussy seep through my fingers (or a cock seep through my fingers, LOL!).

That is a random sampling, and part of what I love about being in real life with a lover. They do amazing things for me, my body, and my soul.

It just can’t happen like that online.

I don’t do online. I don’t do online in the hopes you will move to me. I don’t do online because you are in town on business in two weeks. I don’t do online because you are local and too terrified to meet real humans, or have a busy schedule, or want to try it out, or…

I just don’t.

So, please don’t ask.