Look. Listen. Orifices are really fun, obviously. I have several that I very much enjoy using, an oral fixation that remains insatiable, and a wealth of experience in the pleasures of putting various things inside of various holes.
That said.
I feel as a society we have neglected to fully appreciate the humble handjob. Its virtues are many, its versatility boundless. The potential it offers for deep, passionate intimacy is oft overlooked in conventional porn, and in conventional bedrooms.
During sensual escapades, when I suggest moving from penetrative activities to hand work, I am often (but not always) met with disappointment or bemusement. As if the pinnacle of intimacy can only ever be reached through penetration, and to suggest otherwise is preposterous. I assure you that this is immeasurably far from the truth!
Hand work is, first and foremost, easy. No difficult positions to maintain or neck strain for either of us. That ease allows for a sense of comfort and relaxation that takes a lot of the pressure off. There is no need to thrust deeper or moan louder. It is simple, and in that simplicity lies the potential for true uninhibited release.
When I have my hand(s) wrapped around you, I am not distracted by my own body. Certainly, I enjoy such distractions, but I also enjoy turning my whole focus towards my partner and their pleasure. Feeling the way their body tenses when I twist my wrist just so, hearing their nearly inaudible gasps as I perfect the precise motion that makes them unravel.
Often I have wished that my mouth or my vagina were somehow magically imbued with fingertips, so that I might posses throughout my whole body the dexterity and precision that my hands have innately. Since that is not the case, I return again and again to the boundless delight of handjobs. The feel of soft skin and rigid flesh against my palm, sliding effortlessly within my grasp and yet unable to escape my relentless strokes. The endless variations in speed and pressure that I can exert upon you, all the while listening to your body thrum as I bring you just to the edge and then back again for more.
And throughout this exquisite torture, I am able to kiss your lips and nuzzle your neck. My eyes and mouth are available to look at and to feel you, without interrupting the sensual work of my hands. It’s a type of closeness that, yes, is similar to penetrative sex, but because I am focused entirely on you it feels heightened in a unique way. I am more aware of my body by virtue of focusing on yours. Each undulation of your hips is mirrored by my own, made deliciously more intense because I am getting no reciprocal touch.
As I am writing this it occurs to me that I might have a slight denial kink. I deeply enjoy giving pleasure without receiving it at the same time. The ability to focus solely on you, and to imagine what it would feel like to have the same intense attention on me, is intoxicating. Your pleasure feeds into mine in an endless loop that ends only when we are both panting with exertion and my hands are sticky from more than the lube I so liberally applied.
In summation, handjobs are awesome. Please let me give one (or many) to you.