There's a nip in th'air
WOMBAT:
With all the talk of multiple orgasms, multiple partners and multiplication in general, I think we've overlooked some simple sexual pleasures. Two things, really.
For guys, they're objects of primal allure, possessing a magnetic appeal. We dream about them, hoping in every hour of the day to see some. What am I blatting on about? Why, nipples of course.
Let me take you back in time to a younger Wombat's first date. Anna had graciously accepted an invitation to see a movie during our fifteenth summer. I was as nervous as a kangaroo. Not having any sisters, I had no knowledge of how girls worked, and only the vaguest idea of what to do on a date. Girls were all around me at school, of course, and in that setting it was easy to get along. But alone? With the possibility of going steady? And what was she expecting me to do?
Teenage angst aside, guys know instinctively what we want, and it's hidden in a girl's bra. I can remember self-analysing the thought process:
Okay, I want to get close to her. (She's so soft, and smells so good.)
I am going to put my arm around her. (It's now or never, big boy.)
High time for a kiss. (So THIS is what they've been talking about.)
Nothing left but to get my hand down her shirt and tit her off. (Oh boy, I think I'm gonna cream my jeans.)
You see the nipple is our first sexual target. Those beautiful, delicate buds of flesh represent everything about you that is feminine. They come with breasts too, which is super-dooper; they are reactive, which is rewarding; and we think you enjoy us touching them, which makes us both pleased.
Nipples - of thou, I shall never tire.
Tagged: Nipples, Breasts, Titting a girl off, First date, Kiss & Blog
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27 comments:
Do you never sleep Wombat? Oh, that's right your are partly nocturnal?
From the other side of the fence, I remember the first (his name was Shane) hot little paws groping around in my teeny-weeny 15 year old's bra. I wish I could reflect on this first touch as a sexually pleasurable experience, but it wasn't.
A few years later, I found the same Shane, and he again placed his hands (and mouth now) on my breasts, Oh God, Oh yes... he'd obviously had a bit of practice in between visits.
And now... they sustain a life. That's OK, no need to thank me for supplying this piece of info.
"...hot little paws..."
That's so right, Callisto. Hot nervous little paws guided by a brain consumed with winning the prize.
A nipple!
Wombat
Gosh that sounds like a sonnet or something, "Ode to a nipple."
I tend to attract men who think like you. It's my cross to bear I guess ;-)
*siiiigh*
As a young chicky, I had the same feelings. Except, of course, in reverse. I didn't want to touch nipples, but wanted mine touched. The sensation of another's tips on my tits was unbelievably electric.
I miss those days of young experimentation. Everything new was fantastic, and you had no idea what it would feel like. Now we know what feels best, so we sit/lay in anticipation of when they will finally do it right. [Or that was the case at some point in my young adult life.]
The boyfriend loves him the boobies. Driving in the car yesterday, me with a scoop shirt, he couldn't help but slide his cold fingers onto my chest. ... I loves me my boobies too.
If I was poetically inclined, I would write an Ode to the Nipple, Lisa. I wonder why one of those romantic English poets didn't.
In the meantime, it's all about dreaming of tight shirts and cold days.
That's right, Kelly, you've got something there. The thrill of discovery is a wonderful thing. Every day.
And, may I say on behalf of all men, to all women, we love your boobies, too.
Wombat
I love being touched...and I know that guys like them...but I don't understand the appeal on the guy's part. To be blunt, I think they're hideous! A blight on the otherwise beautiful boob.
Oh, Meg, is not the nipple integral to the beauty of the boob?
They're like the choc topping on ice-cream; the bonus in a paycheque; the lunar lander on top of the rocket.
I love 'em!
Wombat
Tit her off? I laughed hysterically reading that, having never heard it expressed quite like that before. ::grin::
Ah, but many men have delightful little nipples, too, which love to be suckled and teased and tormented. And there are women who most assuredly will take pleasure in doing just that.
Nikki Ü
Little in this world is more romantic than a man burrying his face between your tits and shaking his head back and forth saying "wubba. wubba, wubba." It is the peak of passion.
And damn funny.
Bedazzled, isn't that the best expression? It is straight out of that year of high school, where it usually came in the form of a question from mates after a date:
"So, did you tit her off?"
Teenaged boys are delightful aren't they?
Yes Melissa, I'm so pleased to see a woman who finds the "Wubba Wubba" game as satisfying and pleasurable as me.
Everyone's a winner.
Wombat
The chef and I took HNT pics last night, and a couple had obvious nipplage. I couldn't help but think of you, Wombie, and this post.
LOL
Your Chef is a very fortunate man, Trouble. And he wasn't trying to get some digital nippery.
No, not at all.
Wombat
I'm sure that as much as you enjoy the nipples, the recipient enjoys it a tad bit more.
On a boring Friday afternoon, you have no idea how good it is to hear that nipple enjoyment is a win-WIN activity.
Thank you Heather.
Wombat
*back to siesta now to dream of rosebuds*
Wombat, henceforth, when I fling out the barb: "tough titties," I promise I will always think of you :-)
Orion, any millisecond in which you have me in mind is a blessed moment for which I count myself unimaginably fortunate.
Even though your subordinates and colleagues will hate me, I now go to bed at night wishing for them to raise your ire, so the epithet is often flung.
Wombat
I'm going to have to take Heather's observation a skosh farther and say TAD, NOTHIN'.
Heap. Bunch. Oodle.
Hurray!
Hurray for dear nipple,
You lead me to dream-a,
Warm days and cold tipple,
We give thanks for our Tin-a.
Wombat
It doesn't have to be cold. Mine like to make frequent appearances, even through layers (they're always hungry for attention, I guess).
Rabbit, somehow you've managed to convey the idea of nipples having personality.
They do too, now I think about it. Some are shy, others are OUT THERE, BABY.
It sounds like yours are rather forward in their social habits.
Wombat
It being winter in Oz, i get nipple stag at the most innopertune times. Luckily i work with mostly gay guys who take great delight in pointing and snickering about my "chesticles" and "high beams".
*sigh* Betrayed by ones own body.
Hey Wombat,
Back after a long hiatus and am having a field day backtracking kissnblog. Point is I was camped in Venezuela on business and Caracas absolutely has to be the nipplage capital of the world. Ladies out there are so confident about themselves and self assured of what they wear that they care two hoots...ok,bad pun, about what is being revealed, much less what is being covered.
Personally high contrast levels of skin tone between nipple and boobie lights my fire. and how.
I have but one thing to say Steph; (metaphorically) fuck the poofs.
We hetero guys lie prostrate in adoration of your nipples and mothership breasts.
Betrayed by your own body...I think not!
You are womanhood at its most glorious. The adoration is gutfelt and without inhibition. You must understand this, right?
Raxter! Terrifically pleased to see you back, my friend. I've heard that Miss Venezualas are always at very short odds to win Miss Universe competitions and such. You provide first hand evidence to Kiss & Blog that this has factual basis. Excellent!
The phrase...high contrast levels of skin tone between nipple and boobie lights my fire...is one that shall rival Shakespeare for poetry and pithiness.
One can only wonder what the hell you were doing in the Kingdom of Chavez the Repressor, but that is for another time and place.
Welcome back.
Wombat
Sadly these have never been touched.
(don't die from the shock of it!)
Not dead yet, J.
Good luck finding the right toucher. Sometimes these matters aren't simple.
Wombat
i had no idea that kangaroos were anxious animals. maybe they are sort of the armadillos of australia, eh? haha
i learn something new every time i read you, my dearest wombat. you never cease to entertain me ;)
Are armadillos nervous, Blush? I mostly see them squished on the freeway, which probably explains a lot. Kangaroos are cute, but unless they're used to human contact will keep a good few bounds away, and keep bounding if you look at them the wrong way.
It is my great pleasure to entertain you; thank you for saying so.
Wombat
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