Scratching balls
For me as a man, it’s the same. It’s also pure bliss when women take of their bra
Taking off a chest binder.
I mean…I just keep my binders in a filing cabinet like normal people, but I guess you do you
This guy organizes
You have a filing cabinet?
I mean, not here. But give me five minutes to look up my secretary’s number in my Rolodex so I can dial her number on my rotary phone, and she could take a Polaroid of it for me to share.
Taking off a pair of big heavy steel toed workboots after a long day in the sun is pretty fucking good.
Unsticking a ball that’s been stuck against your inner thigh.
Removing my gross socks after a long day on my feet. The dressier the socks, the better the feeling.
Oh yeah, this is it. Peeling off those thin dress socks after a day walking in the city in non-breathable leather shoes. So nice.
Removing a large buttplug. Note this only works if you’ve had a large buttplug in your butt all day.
Taking off someone else’s bra?
Unsticking my balls from my legs after sitting in the car
Taking off your belt and switching to pajama pants.
A good friend put it well:
“It’s like a nice sunrise. I’ve seen it a thousand times before but I’m still going to admire it”
Few things are as stunning as watching them be released. Allowed to roam free. And then nature makes it even more stunning as a small gust of cold air wakes them up at their very core. The most prevalent but dormant section comes to life reaching up for the sky
Taking off dress shoes
Farting a fart that needed to be farted all day
Scratching your balls.
Scratch your own balls, weirdo!
According to my husband, you don’t actually scratch them, you pinch them a bit. Big if true.
Everyone scratches differently.
Stretch and outward rake
Or lift and let flop. Having them swing freely is nice.
The ideal technique for when they’re sweaty or sticky.
The ideal technique for when they’re itchy.
Taking of the socks after a long day of skiing