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The Arms of Love

                  

by The Urban Blabbermouth
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While at lunch in the office, a woman blurted out that she offered her forearm to her boyfriend to play with rather than her breast.  She said, "My arm is attached to me just like my breast, has the same feel and touch and the exact same skin as my breast.  So what difference does it make to him?"

A good point.  At one time, women wore long skirts.  The sight of an ankle would drive men wild and they would think very amorous thoughts.  Well, I dare say that today, we see lots of ankles and yet no one, at least the normal amongst us, think much about them.  We are too busy thinking about other covered body parts to be bothered about ankles.

As ankles became more visible, we have trained ourselves not to think of ankles as sexy.  They might be nicely shaped but not worthy of amorous thoughts.  We have trained ourselves to think of red six inch spike heel pumps as sexy.  Put your unsexy ankles in shoes like that and suddenly your ankles get a whole lot sexier.  Our mind begins to think amorous thoughts.  Clearly, our mind likes to make up stories about our feelings.

Let's take this a bit further.  Suppose I train you to feel that forearms are an erogenous area.  How would you respond when touched?  Excited!  That is what this woman is doing.  She is training her boyfriend to think of her forearm as sexy.  He will be imaging her enjoying his touch there and he will imagine his pleasure at her pleasure.  Soon, it will make a difference to him and she will have to pick another bodily part to offer him.  Eventually, she will run out of parts.

Ahhh, how much more simpler her life would have been if she had just offered him her breast.

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