Semi-erotic moment at the doctor's office

[CrystalGeezer]

Okay, so I don't really have a lot of exposure to touching people. I'm not a prude in my brain or anything but in reality I always shy away from touching people, like I'm saving touch for something, I dunno. ANYWAY, so another fun fact is that I have very difficult veins to find for phlebotomists. I think it was God's way of installing a safety feature in me because I'm always getting cut and scratched and banged around, deep vein means there's less of a chance of accidentally bleeding out. So I'm at the doctor's today and they need to draw blood. Three separate female nurses using both arms couldn't find my vein so they asked the X-Ray tech who is a male who happens to be apparently very good at finding troubling veins. By this time I'm in a slight state of euphoria because six different hands have stroked and prodded my arms looking for a vein. So he's futzing with a printer trying to get it to work and they plead him to try, he gets up and washes his hands and puts on his gloves and gives it a shot, while the other girls are watching his mastery at vein detection with awe. So he inspects both arms and can't detect it, off comes the gloves. Without gloves his warm bare hands poke the inside of m elbows softly, I'm going mad in my brain, he's at it for about five minutes. So he decides the arm veins aren't going to work and inspect the top of my hands, but he's holding my hand while doing it. He decided there's one that'll give but the procedure requires that one girl hold the vile while he holds my hand with one hand and the butterfly-shaped needle with the other to secure it the entire time the blood is being drawn. Here's the erotic moment. He moved his thumb over the top of my hand twice while his other four fingers were in the palm of my hand, as though comforting me and looked up and said "Are you okay." with these indescribably calm and comforting eyes. "Yes."

I guess now that I write it it sounds lame, but at that moment, ACH! Loved it. I literally am a reesus monkey in a way.

 

[CrookedLittleVein]

Post of the year.

Why aren't you a published writer? We should be seeing your byline all over the place.

 

[Peterb]

Okay, so I don't really have a lot of exposure to touching people. I'm not a prude in my brain or anything but in reality I always shy away from touching people, like I'm saving touch for something, I dunno. ANYWAY, so another fun fact is that I have very difficult veins to find for phlebotomists. I think it was God's way of installing a safety feature in me because I'm always getting cut and scratched and banged around, deep vein means there's less of a chance of accidentally bleeding out. So I'm at the doctor's today and they need to draw blood. Three separate female nurses using both arms couldn't find my vein so they asked the X-Ray tech who is a male who happens to be apparently very good at finding troubling veins. By this time I'm in a slight state of euphoria because six different hands have stroked and prodded my arms looking for a vein. So he's futzing with a printer trying to get it to work and they plead him to try, he gets up and washes his hands and puts on his gloves and gives it a shot, while the other girls are watching his mastery at vein detection with awe. So he inspects both arms and can't detect it, off comes the gloves. Without gloves his warm bare hands poke the inside of m elbows softly, I'm going mad in my brain, he's at it for about five minutes. So he decides the arm veins aren't going to work and inspect the top of my hands, but he's holding my hand while doing it. He decided there's one that'll give but the procedure requires that one girl hold the vile while he holds my hand with one hand and the butterfly-shaped needle with the other to secure it the entire time the blood is being drawn. Here's the erotic moment. He moved his thumb over the top of my hand twice while his other four fingers were in the palm of my hand, as though comforting me and looked up and said "Are you okay." with these indescribably calm and comforting eyes. "Yes."

I guess now that I write it it sounds lame, but at that moment, ACH! Loved it. I literally am a reesus monkey in a way.

Great post Crystalgeezer. I hope you are a writer. You have a gift.

 

[CrystalGeezer]

I am not a writer and this isn't fiction. But thanks for enjoying it, my pocket of pathetic.

 

[sad veiled bride]

I am not a writer and this isn't fiction. But thanks for enjoying it, my pocket of pathetic.

Loved it. Glad to see I'm not the only one who gives slightly erotic meanings to little things 'out of context'...

 

[CrystalGeezer]

Loved it. Glad to see I'm not the only one who gives slightly erotic meanings to little things 'out of context'...

I'm on my way to the grocery store. If I'm lucky my hand might graze anothers as we both reach for a plastic bag in the produce section. I'll be sure to account for all the sordid details. Oh to be touched! The thing is, I have a friend who is real touchy huggy and he grabs me and hugs me all the time, it's just, I dunno. It feels wrong. It's difficult to explain. I can sit and take it and pretend to hug him back, but I know his mind is elsewhere, he's thinking about what he's going to get next and the hug itself is just going through the motions. At least the random person in the produce section might think, "Hmmm, that was soft and lovely." and perhaps for a moment the memory of my soft hand might be suspended in his mind as far as his walk out to his car where the occurance and I with it will evaporate forever as the distraction of life sets in. It's more mysterious the less obvious.

 

[nothappynotsad]

I'm kind of offended that you haven't written about all the awkward times I grazed your hands or the time I accidentally brushed against your bum while looking at a baby casket at the Museum of Death.

 

[CrystalGeezer]

I'm kind of offended that you haven't written about all the awkward times I grazed your hands or the time I accidentally brushed against your bum while looking at a baby casket at the Museum of Death.

I was so stunned and overcome with affection I was at a loss for words at the baby casket. Only the live embalming video in the next room could pull me out of my euphoria.

 

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...I used to get "Twitches" when my ( male) barber shaved the back of my neck.....I cut my own hair now.
( he also used to regularly "Rest" his genital area in the general direction of my hand as he was doing so.... which also added to the Cutting of my own hair now decision.....).
Does that count????

 

[Peterb]

I'm on my way to the grocery store. If I'm lucky my hand might graze anothers as we both reach for a plastic bag in the produce section. I'll be sure to account for all the sordid details. Oh to be touched! The thing is, I have a friend who is real touchy huggy and he grabs me and hugs me all the time, it's just, I dunno. It feels wrong. It's difficult to explain. I can sit and take it and pretend to hug him back, but I know his mind is elsewhere, he's thinking about what he's going to get next and the hug itself is just going through the motions. At least the random person in the produce section might think, "Hmmm, that was soft and lovely." and perhaps for a moment the memory of my soft hand might be suspended in his mind as far as his walk out to his car where the occurance and I with it will evaporate forever as the distraction of life sets in. It's more mysterious the less obvious.

Seriously CrystalGeezer, all this stuff about being touched sounds like a great central idea for maybe a short story. You right so well about it.

 

[CrystalGeezer]

& make it explicitly pornographic.

I was standing in the produce section of Whole Foods looking for an organic head of romaine lettuce. Little did I know that a longing glance and the brush of a hand against my arm would moments later lead to the throbbing organic head of another kind thrusting itself into my tight, hot, juicy pussy on a bed of recycled paper towels in the women's restroom. My sustainable energy was tested that day...

 

[Peterb]

I was standing in the produce section of Whole Foods looking for an organic head of romaine lettuce. Little did I know that a longing glance and the brush of a hand against my arm would moments later lead to the throbbing organic head of another kind thrusting itself into my tight, hot, juicy pussy on a bed of recycled paper towels in the women's restroom. My sustainable energy was tested that day...

????????????????????????!

 

[CrystalGeezer]

????????????????????????!

This did not happen. I was just joking for Cornelius. Kinda changes the mood of my little daydreams. My version would be that mystery man takes me home and we spoon.

 

[Peterb]

This did not happen. I was just joking for Cornelius. Kinda changes the mood of my little daydreams. My version would be that mystery man takes me home and we spoon.

What? Any old mystery man? One with STD's and BO? A serial killer? Have some standards girl!
Being as hot as you are, I think you can have some minimum requirements above 'mystery man'.

 

[CrystalGeezer]

What? Any old mystery man? One with STD's and BO? A serial killer? Have some standards girl!
Being as hot as you are, I think you can have some minimum requirements above 'mystery man'.

Ummmmm, the minimum requirements are that he be Morrissey. I just found something funny that kind of fuels my little touching scenarios. None of THIS happens, it's all silent. I wonder if when Morrissey hands people the mic it isn't his equivalent of wanting to be touched a little, listening for something soothing.

 

[cornelius blaze]

I was standing in the produce section of Whole Foods looking for an organic head of romaine lettuce. Little did I know that a longing glance and the brush of a hand against my arm would moments later lead to the throbbing organic head of another kind thrusting itself into my tight, hot, juicy pussy on a bed of recycled paper towels in the women's restroom. My sustainable energy was tested that day...

This did not happen. I was just joking for Cornelius. Kinda changes the mood of my little daydreams. My version would be that mystery man takes me home and we spoon.

This thread goes to show you that shyness is nice, and far more erotic, than the bold and explicit Crystal is illustrating.

 

[CrystalGeezer]

This thread goes to show you that shyness is nice, and far more erotic, than the bold and explicit Crystal is illustrating.

Do you ever get a scene from a movie stuck in your head and play it over and over that might not be erotic to most but that touches some thing in the erotic section of your brain? I have one. I don't why I can't stop thinking about it. I just saw La Dolce Vita and in the opening scene two helicopters are transporting a Jesus statue through the air. The second helicopter stops and flirts with some beautiful Italian women sunbathing on a roof. They are so pretty and perfect and they lift their arms to wave and there's flowing long armpit hair. I LOVE that. Maybe it's because I come from a culture where hairless is better, but seeing that hair, it's weirdly mesmerizing and kind of erotic.

 

[CrystalGeezer]

Having said that I feel like I should point out that there's more to La Dolce Vita than armpit hair. IMO, that scene sets the stage for the dynamic of Marcello's relationship with those whom he meets thoughout the story. There's a distance, a failure to connect, a longing. It's born in the fact as illustrated by him being in the Helicoptor following the Jesus Helicoptor that he is assuming the role-reversing archetype of Mary Magdalene, forever wanting and never quite receiving in the people he meets attempting to connect with this flying Jesus in a way. But he plods on. The final scene is a bit heartbreaking, the girl he met earlier in the cafe scene recognizes him on the beach with the sea monster. She calls to him and signs to him, but he's too tired from all his travels to see it or remember how he knows her. She watches him go off with his party. Ach, so beautiful. I loved this movie. I'd put it in my Desert Island collection.

 

[cornelius blaze]

there's more to La Dolce Vita than armpit hair.

 

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Off topic ( ???)...But here goes.......

Semi Erotic moment at my local pub on Sunday afternoon.....

I was having a cigarette outside , yesterday afternoon, and a ( M/F) young-ish couple were doing the same....as the girl was sat smoking, her Boyf was stood directly in front of her, gently massaging his genital area under his shorts.(...it's a "Scally" thing in the UK, they all seem to do it whilst chatting...especially the Lads...). he then put both hands inside his shorts, and was obviously Stimulating himself/masturbating. the girl said something along the lines of "Ooh thats SO horny" and he continued at it rather faster. I pretended I hadn't noticed, but the girl pointed me out and said to the Boyf "that lad can see you"...and he just grinned over, and masturbated harder and faster....at this point I put my ciggie out and went back inside....although through the pub window, I watched as he then sat next to her, and her hands replaced his...this was in broad daylight, in public, and , I MUST admit, I got a bit of a "twitch" going myself.....tut tut, shocking etc....