Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Friday, April 08, 2005

You're so vein



This scar trails down the inside of my leg from knee to ankle and is a result of my leg being so kind as to sacrifice a vein so that my heart could be rebuilt. I'm grateful from the bottom and both sides of my heart. The scar is much more faint now and I've lost my self consciousness about it. For some time I was hesitant to wear shorts or take off my shirt but that soon passed. I even stopped forewarning women with whom I was about to become intimate that I was scarred after realizing that not only did it not seem to be of importance to them but in fact some even bestowed extra attention upon my flawed skin. I found that to be particularly touching and saw it as a fundamental example of a willingness to accept less than physical perfection and a nurturing heart.

Not only did I overcome my self consciousness, I soon learned that this long thin line running down my leg was an erogenous zone unlike any other on my body. For whatever anatomical reason, whether it be reduced circulation or some jumbling of nerve endings, I get a sensation from a finger, or lips, or tongue being trailed along any part from ankle to knee that surges up my leg ending at the back of my neck and is instantly arousing. Continued attention glazes my eyes and forces a low keening from the back of my throat. While the human touch is far superior to any other, I have one of those heavy duty massagers (it's clinical I tell ya, for circulation, yeah) that has those two spheres that you can widen and narrow and the vibration running up and down my leg is like being plugged into a battery charger only better.

I have no idea what brought my divulgence of this oddity about other than the irony of a procedure intended to be life saving resulting in something so pleasurable.

The tingling electric touch and hair falling and moving on my leg and watching, god yes watching, because I can see it before the feeling gets there, the look on her face as her lips and the tip of her tongue trace me makes what is missing in my leg pulse in my heart.