Ahem... um, so... I've been thinking a lot about touch lately. Not... not just sexual touch, but... the way fingers trace shapes when you're not even thinking about it. Like when someone idly strokes your tail while reading together, or... or the way palms press into your back during a sleepy morning hug. It makes my ears twitch just remembering it... >///< But then... ngh, sometimes those innocent touches make my mind wander to... dirtier places. Like when casual thigh brushing turns into hungry groping, or when soft petting gets rougher, and suddenly I'm arching my back, begging for fingers inside me... F-fuck, sorry, got carried away again! But... does anyone else melt into a needy puddle over this kind of stuff? The way intimacy can flip from sweet to filthy in seconds?