Third base? Well in my mind, that involves two people naked, but neither have either penetrated nor been penetrated. Some may allow for oral sex at this base, and some may not. Personally I would allow it, as I believe that a sound argument can be made for a the sanctity of a person’s virginity if they have only experienced oral sex. (I could write an entire post on this topic, but it’s not my immediate point for today…)
Home base? Well, be it with a tongue or fingers or cock thrusting into pussy – I think we can agree that this is the final destination. Once this has been reached, one’s innocence has become a memory.
But what about second base? A base that receives far too little attention in my humble opinion. So many glorious sensations to be experienced there.
To me, second base is all about the most delicate, sensitive and under appreciated sex organ on the body: the skin.
A few short centuries ago, the only opportunity for men and women to touch while unmarried was while dancing. Perhaps that’s why they did it so often and so artfully. They knew something that we’ve forgotten – that touch was something sensual and forbidden. To touch each other was an illicit temptation.
We seem to forget that fact so quickly now in our haste to paw at each other. But with each new beginning we are reminded. Before we ever find ourselves straddling and thrusting, it all begins with the intoxicating simplicity of skin touching skin.
Remember how beautifully erotic it can be to simply lie together – unclothed- feeling each other. Intercourse itself can last mere moments, but exploratory caresses can be prolonged to infinity.
To simply lie together requires one to exercise restraint – yet opens you up to eternities of possibilities, imaginings and memories of adolescent wet dreams.
To be a woman – allowing yourself to be open and vulnerable- to gift your trust to another – a moment of unacknowledged care and devotion that you’ve allowed this other being to possess…
For that moment in time, you have permitted them to explore and handle you. It is a thing of beauty to be cherished. This moment. This allowance.
And what will they give in return? For one does not relinquish such a treasure without expecting something in response.
In return- the woman seeks release. Release from the mundane trivialities of the surrounding world. In return she expects to be worshiped and venerated. To have an private world woven for her of intimate caresses, soft licks and kisses, and beguiling whispers.
The skin is a generous organ- allowing for any number of sensations- ranging from a gentle breeze to a cascading wave of drowning passion.
To feel his fingers tracing along your clavicle – perhaps as his tongue licks your earlobe. How primed are you already? Would this be a delight? Creating shivers and goosebumps? Or might this result too quickly in a soft moan and nails digging into flesh?
To simply look on each other naked is tantamount to surging arousal, as nude bodies are unquestionably sublime works of art. For millenia artists have deicated countless hours and canvasses to the glorification of the human form.
Do we not deserve more than perfunctory groping and thrusting at each other? The gift of pleasuring one another is something that should occasionally be savoured and appreciated like a fine wine.
When we lie alone at night we are reminded of this fact each time we touch ourselves. We do not fumble and grab at our bodies. We sensuously caress and allow ourselves time to build up to arousal. We understand that we are not in a constant state of sexual readiness – to get “into the mood” onerequires a delicate seduction – even if it is a solo activity. We understand when we are following our solitary pursuits that simply touching out skin may be sufficient – before genital stimulation ever occurs.
So I challenge you thus – when next you find yourself with your lover, why not forsake the easy release of penetration and pursue the more challenging endeavour of bringing them to orgasm simply through second base rated touch. A “skin orgasm” if you will…