One of the things my wife and I like to do is to have her sit in our hot tub until her muscles relax completely. Then she lay back with a blindfold so all of her senses are concentrated in her sense of touch. I would take an artists paint brush and dip it in warm coconut oil ( I used to use white wine but I quit drinking)and then draw patterns on her naked body. Her torso, thighs,behind her knees and especially between her toes become super sensitive. Then I run my tongue along those very patterns until she has intense orgasm's. Following that it's time to cuddle with slow soft back rubs. Other sensual multipliers include soft music, scented candles and dim lighting.

The sense of touch, IMHO, is perhaps the greatest of all. If I may riff off of Aristotle and take it a little further, then...

There is only the sense of touch, above all other senses.

When I see, the photons are bouncing all over, touching and triggering my optic nerves,
When I hear, it is the vibrations in the air touching my tympanic membranes,
To smell and taste, molecules must touch my nose and tongue.

We live in a wholly tactile universe; touching is essentially paramount.

::: looks at above words ::: wow, lookit who's all kinda romantic, in a sciency sorta way.

~~ ergo Cattus is a terrific cuddler. Just sayin' ~~

great subject to research and explore ,A sacred shower.touching senuality done with erotica is a great way to go to a higher plane

Before my wife was diagnosed with her cancerous brain tumor, she was a hot yoga instructor in addition to her pet sitting. She expressed an interest in us putting a nice massage table in her small studio, both to offer massages by one of her friends, and for her and I to use together. We never did it, thinking the studio would be too crowded with it in the way. (It was a small studio.) We also thought that if was folded up most of the time , it wouldn't get used by us. Foolish!!!
Today, I have a massage table, a nice one, that I have not yet used. I have it soley for the purpose of maintaining a level of physical intimacy with whomever I may get involved with. (I'd like that to happen again sometime, just don't know when.) I think she and I (mostly me; if I had pushed the issue we would have put the table in her studio) really cheated ourselves. She was 56 when diagnosed, and not surprisingly, didn't want sex all the time anymore. Having massage as an addition to our relationship, I think, would have gone a long way towards maintaining a higher level of physical intimacy with each other, with or without sex afterwards (or before). Gentle, loving touch is probably what I miss the most.

I've experienced non-sexual cuddling. It was the nicest, sweetest, most comforting, most affirming experience I've ever had.

I love cuddling.

As a premature infant, I spent two months in an incubator with one lung un-inflated. Nurses slapped my tiny feet to make me scream to exercise my lungs.

As a result, I have a deep need for gentle, loving touch. Living alone, I manage it quite well:

1. Sleep under a down comforter. The warmth relaxes my muscles, healing tiny tears from weightlifting.

2. Warm the bed with a mattress heating pad before bedtime.

3. Never go to bars or pick up men.

Very reassuring.

I have believed that cuddling and kissing are very important in a relationship for a long time. For me it creates a stronger connection. Even hugging my close male friends seems to strengthen that bond.

Excellent have fun