A Touch Of Eros

I remember reading about how conservative the people were during Rizal’s time. Any slight skin exposure, like the ankle peeking from underneath a dress or seeing a girl’s nape, would excite the men. In the movie The Piano, one of the most erotically-charged scenes was when Harvey Keitel found a small tear in Holly Hunter’s stockings, he placed his finger there and the skin-on-skin contact sent Holly into ecstasy.

Nowadays I find this kind of sexual restraint more erotic than an all-out fuck-fest. A touch, a squeeze, a gentle running of fingers on the inner thigh, or the tip of your tongue gently touching the nipple; those excite because they’re in the grey area between possibility and actuality. There’s power in titillating and tantalizing without the certainty of all-out consummation.

Conquest is an eat-all-you-can; restraint is fine dining. Here’s to erotica!