There I am hanging with a pal when the subject of snuggling comes up.
Do I want to snuggle?
Of course, I’m trying to behave myself so I grab a suitably large pillow, plunk it down in his lap, and start snuggling on the couch.
This is nice.
My friend starts to randomly touch me and it’s kinda nice.
I giggle when he touches my lower back.
It then becomes apparent that he’s trying to help with my problem by providing me with a PG level snuggle.
I instantly escalated it to PG-13.
I say to him, “If you really want to do me a favor, pull my hair.”
He grabs fistfuls and pulls.
I can’t tell you how much I LOVE to have my hairpulled.
It’s definitely a THING for me.
My favorite hairpulling memory involved me, a Swede, and some concurrent deep kissing.
This rivaled it not because there was kissing but because there was SO MUCH HAIRPULLING I thought I’d lost my mind.
Imagine 15 minutes of hairpulling.
It was AWESOME!
I gotta say, I sure love it when a friend comes through for me.