Skin Hunger

I'm not really sure what is the best thing for me to do when I'm suffering badly from skin hunger like I was yesterday.

Having sated some of the physical need I found myself still feeling the need for that physical closeness ... hand holding, arm around the shoulder or waist, sitting close together with bodies touching, fingers on my skin. And of course, without anyone to fulfill those needs.

I visited one of the Australian 'dating' sites (on which my profile is invis) but exited from the chat when I realised I was in danger of doing something foolish.

I stayed up late, chatted with some folk on literotica but nothing went very far. The one promising chat ended a bit sour, with a realisation that I wasn't prepared to do something he wanted. Maybe a good thing as the blood temperature dropped, otherwise I'm not sure I would have slept.

I thought chatting online would be safe - most of the folk visiting that site are on the other side of the world and the chat identity I use with them doesn't have any links back to me. And it is safe, but it doesn't really fulfill that need for physical contact; it just has the pretense of it.

Maybe I should try this thing called casual dating. I've had several folk ask me if I'm enjoying playing the field .. ie 'the single life' .. but it seems I'm not (playing the field). That's probably because I'm not 'looking' for a partner ..... is that what this 'casual dating' thing is about? When you're not looking for a permanent relationship?

I'm not sure how I feel about casual dating. I don't think I want a series of one night stands, but maybe that's not what it's about? Maybe it's just what I need. Guess I wont know unless I try. I find the thought of dating a bit scary/daunting, but I'm not really sure why.

Will it necessarily help with the skin hunger? Seems to me it has the potential to meet that need.

Alternately I guess I could just lock myself up for the duration - shut the castle doors and windows again, stay away from the computer and try ride it out. But I don't think that's the solution; it doesn't resolve the problem (as running away rarely does) and I'll just find myself back at the same place time and time again.

Or maybe I could try dance classes ... the thought of a strong man with his arm around my waist sounds good. I don't know though, I've never been good at going places by myself.

Today I'm not feeling the need as strongly. Maybe if I go out and work in the garden it will help wear it off to non-existence. Thank goodness for my garden, if I didn't have that I'd have gone insane well before now.