For me, when it comes to Hobbying, seeing the beauty of the provider would be first but touching and kissing would quickly takes over. You assume a provider will smell okay, but bad hygiene or the smell of smoke causes my olfactory sense to leap to number one.
However, on those rare occasions when I taste of a Lady and the sensory receptors of my tongue send that information to my brain, I really get excited and obviously taste becomes the number one sense. Unless my provider begins to giggle, moan and coo in ecstasy and the desire to hear is paramount.
Oh my gosh, just thinking about all this is getting me excited. Is thinking a sense?
For me, when it comes to Hobbying, seeing the beauty of the provider would be first but touching and kissing would quickly takes over. You assume a provider will smell okay, but bad hygiene or the smell of smoke causes my olfactory sense to leap to number one.
However, on those rare occasions when I taste of a Lady and the sensory receptors of my tongue send that information to my brain, I really get excited and obviously taste becomes the number one sense. Unless my provider begins to giggle, moan and coo in ecstasy and the desire to hear is paramount.
Oh my gosh, just thinking about all this is getting me excited. Is thinking a sense?
Sense of smell brings back the strongest memories for me. Taste is the one that I experience strongly while doing the wild thing. I am not sure where the sense of cumming fits in here. You left out pain (I think sound and hearing are sort of the same thing) and it does not do anything for me (either giving or receiving. But if I smell your perfume 5 years after a great time my memory of the time will come back vividly. B
Do you mean Sight (or Veison) instead of Sound. Sight is an important sense, but hearing can really turns me on if it's music. Touching is important to me too.
There is no one that is more important then the other for me, at least not in a broad stroke kinda way.
They are all equal, because each encounter is different, and each person is different and brings different things to the table. Even with a person I've been with time and time again there's just no way to tell. It depends on moods, timing, setting, conversation (or the lack there of) and so many other things.
What does it for me one night may not be the thing that does it for me the next.
lately I've begun to think that smell could trump them all. Like Pacino in "A scent of a woman" Oooo-wahhh.
Then again there's that sixth sense that is so important. Call it what you will, chemestry?
I have been with wonderful women who were beautiful, shapely and did and said all the right things, yet I didn't feel connected enough to want to go see them again. On the other hand, I am enchanted with others and I can not define the difference, yet I know it's there. This is part of the wonderful mystery of life.
Put an apple slice in a hairy, unwashed, arm pit and I'd eat your delicious love apple and smell your erotic smells. I also love the smell of worn panties--turns me on.
...three are above the other two. Sight, sound and touch are easily 1, 2 & 3 for me. As long as you don't stink or taste like shit, then those two senses don't matter as much to me.
I like DATY so much -- taste, touch obviously. the scent of a turned on pussy. The sounds of her moans. The sight of her pussy opening like a flower and her breasts heaving. Makes me hard just thinking about it. Reminds me of a song, who did it I don't know, goes like "I've got 1,2,3,4,5 senses working overtime" If that's not about DATY I don;t know what is!
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