I Teach You How I Do It (my personal JOI pt 2) (Episode 21, Friends-with-benefits series - Lonely Leader)

Transcript

As you listen to this audio roleplay, I invite you to use headphones and imagine yourself as the main character of this story. So, now that we've turned off distractions and turned on our brains, let's get physical, physical, I want to get physical. Man, I thought for sure I'd get a slap for that one.

Damn, I need my dopamine hit when I get that cringe out of you. Oh, but baby, you throwing back those sexy stupid quotes right at me is an endorphin rush like nothing else. Yeah, yeah, so I guess it all evens out.

Okay, okay, moving on to the demonstrations. So, step one involves touching the bits that aren't my bits, you know? Yeah, yeah, any part of my body that isn't an obvious sexual organ, but that feels good to be caressed, stroked, scratched, or massaged.

Yeah, yeah, you definitely know a few of them. Yeah, and we do have some in common too. Mm-hmm, face.

Mm, I adore tracing over your cheeks with my thumb. Mm, yeah, I love it when you kiss my cheeks. Mm, that makes me melt.

It's so tender, so intimate, the way you let your lips linger, and the way you moan or breathe against my skin as you kiss me. Mm, fuck. Mm, I really want to feel that right now.

Oh, yes, yes, please. Yeah, I like that. Mm, oh, baby, I love your kisses.

Mm, mm. Mm. Yeah, you like it when I do that? Yeah, yeah, I do.

Mm, yeah, tucking your hair behind your ears. Or reaching my hands along the sides and to the back of your neck. Mm, and letting my thumbs continue to caress your cheeks and neck and jawline as I kiss you.

Mm. Mm, oh, yes, I am well aware of what happens when I dance along your neck, especially under your ears. Mm, I've tiptoed and bounced around there quite a few times, actually.

Yeah, the sound effects are amazing. Mm. Oh, oh, yes, yes, oh, my God, yes.

The front of you, oh, I love all of the front of you. Mm, I mean, come on. That chest, those thighs, that belly, that groin.

Damn, baby, I'm so wishing you weren't sitting behind me right now so I could look at your gorgeous, voluptuous middle. Yeah, yeah, well, I guess I'll have to settle for feeling your sexy, magnetic body pressed right up against my back right now. Damn, you're actually really hot, baby.

You're literally burning up back there. Did I reignite your bronchitis fever? Oh, there's that sass again.

Jeez, baby, you're starting to make me swoon with all that Latin spicy talk. You are seriously putting the wild in wildcat right now? Oh, yeah, my mercury is rising fast thinking about your body, too.

But truly, I love the front of you. This is you without a mask, completely naked and vulnerable. Getting to be so gentle, tender, and delicate with your torso and tummy.

I feel kinda overcome with how close and intimate it feels when you let me take care of and pet that soft, wildcat underbelly of yours. I just feel so completely trusted by you. It's an honor, really.

I feel so safe and deeply connected to you when I caress you like that. When I get to brush my fingertips along your upper chest and clavicle, down the nape of your neck and sternum, and I rest my hand over your heart. I love feeling your heartbeat and counting as it's keeping time.

It feels like my rhythm then syncs and resonates with yours, and like our hearts are truly combined. Yeah, you really are my heart, baby. Yo, corazon.

And I can feel yours against my back right now. It's pounding into my chest. And speaking of backs, I have to admit, I really love the back of you, too.

Not just the front. You know it. The base is a big attraction.

Don't get me wrong. Your booty is very, very fine. Oh yeah, and I like me all of that junk in all of that trunk.

But I also really, really love massaging your actual back. Not just your backside. I mean, yeah, I've been giving you back rubs since we were teenagers.

It's been an obsession of mine for a while. Oh yeah, every single inch of that upper, lower, middle, and sides of your back. All of it is like sexy, sexy Play-Doh for my hands.

Yeah, I just want to get my fingers in there and untangle every knot, knead out every bubble and bump, and free you from every burden and source of stress your back can no longer carry. Oh, I love it. I can no longer carry.

Oh well, maybe it's not all about relaxation. Maybe I have some ulterior motives, too. Or maybe I just know you like back rubs, and so I give them to you.

Okay, okay, I will say this. I have taken notice that when I do help you to unwind and relax a little by massaging your neck, shoulders, and back, the potential door to sexy time does seem to open a little wider. Darn it, I'm giving away all my poker tells and my seduction secrets.

Now you'll know when I'm coming on to you. Whatever shall we do? Oh! Damn, for real? I'm really wishing I was the one holding you right now so I could massage you.

I fucking love that back of yours. I really do, baby. Mmm.

I love it when I can feel you feeling better than you did before. And I am thrilled at what my touch can do for your well-being. And I love what your touch is doing for my well-being right now, too.

Mmm. Mm-hmm. Right, right, my non-sex bits.

Okay, okay, okay. Well, it's pretty much the same parts I like you touching. Yeah, I like stroking those same locations when I'm by myself, too.

Sure, you wanna guess? Yeah, yeah, exactly. I do like that.

A lot. Yeah. Exactly like you're doing right now.

Yeah. Especially my forearms. Ooh.

And over my wrists. Now I'll squeeze my upper arms like my biceps or my shoulders. Yeah, like that.

Mm-hmm. Mmm. Trace your fingertips along my triceps.

Cool. Oh, oh yes, oh yes. That one gets me every time when you tickle me up and down the arm like that.

And linger in the crook of my elbow. Not really sensitive spot. Ooh.

Oh, I love your gentle caresses on my arms. And tender kisses on my neck. And cheeks.

And ears. Temples. And the top of my head.

Tingles, baby. So many tingles. I'm smoldering here in your arms.

Oh, oh yeah. Yeah, you're right. That's another great spot on me.

Oh yeah, it makes me so fucking horny when you come up behind me and put your arms around my midriff and pull me gently but firmly in by the waist and the hips like that. Oh yes, exactly like that. Fuck, baby.

Oh, that is hot. Oh. Oh, jeez.

Okay, okay, yeah. This is getting very, very smoky. Oh, I'm about to spontaneously combust over here.

Right, right, yeah. So, let's keep going. Oh my god, baby.

You know it. I do. Yeah, I really, really do.

Oh, I love thighs. All thighs, but thick ones especially. Yeah, well, sadly, my love affair with quads and hamstrings started from a dark place.

Yeah, yeah, my thigh muscles all atrophied and disappeared when I got sick at 16. And so I learned to just fully appreciate and revere my big dancer's thighs from that point onwards, you know? Uh-huh.

And now I have so much gratitude for them. What a gift to have such huge, powerful, strong muscles. Our legs do so very, very much for us.

And yes, now I absolutely love, love, love worshipping thighs. Oh yeah, all of them. Round, soft, jiggly, pudgy.

Or taut, firm, and muscly. Or stretch-marked, and scarred, dimply, and bumpy. Or wrinkly, and saggy.

Yeah, or veiny, or hairy, or tattooed, or pimply, or birthmarked, or freckled. It really doesn't matter. I just always want to end up in my lover's lap.

Yeah, yeah, I do. Yeah, yeah, I do. When I'm by myself, I often brush my fingertips, or scratch my fingernails along the insides of my thighs, like this.

Or gently squeeze the outsides of them, like this. I might spread my legs open a little, and then close them again. Or I might cross my legs, and squeeze my thighs together like this, for a few seconds, and then release.

Or if I'm wearing pajamas like this, or I'm under the bedsheet in my panties, I just love noticing the feeling of the fabric against my bare thighs underneath. I might start to sway my hips side to side, or tilt my pelvis forwards and back, or pay attention to how my clothes or the sheet drape over my thighs and tickle my skin. Yeah, yeah, I do.