Do you WANT to feel her breasts on you? I mean when I hug my mom, I don't think about that stuff. But I mean, it's cool. Maybe she has sensitive nipples.
I'm totally a hugger and a snuggler, but I try to be aware of/sensitive to other people's level of comfort with physical affection. I know which cousins I give awkward side hugs to and which ones get real hugs, and I know which friends I can snuggle up next to on the couch watching TV and which ones to give a little more distance. I don't understand all these weird huggers with no sense of situational awareness. When I was a kid, my mom was more affectionate than my dad, but he's turned into more of a softie in his old age, so we usually hug hello and goodbye if I haven't seen him in a while. My mom is a cheek kisser, but my dad will only kiss me on the cheek if he thinks I might die before he has a chance to see me again, like if I'm getting in the car with my friend Maria or going on a substantial trip.
Yes. And we use it as an opportunity to return the favor by hugging you with our penises. I mean, you were asking for it.
Pretty sure I know a girl who's primary move is subtly her tits on the guy as much as possible. Hugs, accidental bumping into, and all sorts of other tactics.
Fucking double standards... I go and casually rub my cock on a girl (hugs, accidental bumping, etc) and everyone loses their shit.
I like to tell myself it does. The duct tape makes it hard to maintain the charade, but I like to try nonetheless.
I can count the times I remember being hugged by my dad on one hand. We just don't do affection. One of the times when I was a kid he hugged me his arm rested on my throat and he started panicking. My neck glands were so swollen he fould feel it through a shirt and suit coat. (Couldn't see the swelling though for some reason). He panicked because he thought that I had throat cancer, which his brother died of at my age. Turns out it was a case of strep throat that had found a nice place to multiply like crazy without causing symptoms and could have killed me. Nowadays, we don't even shake hands when we haven't seen one another in a while. It just works for us. Our bonding shit is strange though, over the summer we took a figure drawing class. Father-son bonding by drawing a naked chick is a little odd.