People Share Their Most Unforgettable Non-Sexually Intimate Experience
December 15 | 2020
Intimate and sexual are two very different things, but we treat them as the same so often that we use one to mean the other. When someone is called an "intimate partner" or we hear the phrase "getting intimate" we understand that to mean sex.
Words become ideas, and ideas become reality - treating sex and intimacy the same leaves you with a whole lot of people who cannot be intimate without being sexual. Some of you reading this right now aren't really sure what non-sexual intimacy even looks like.
<p>So let's talk about it. </p><p><strong>One Reddit user asked: </strong></p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/kcosfh/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsexual_experience/" target="_blank">What is the most intimate (non-sexual) experience you've ever had and will never leave you?</a></p><p>We made it about 4 responses in before we got all misty-eyed and we've been in our feels ever since. Some of these examples are beautiful, some are heartwrenching - some are a potent mix of both. </p><p>Grab some comfort carbs or a stuffie, we're going in. </p>
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Bears Cry Too
<img lazy-loadable="true" data-runner-src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vYXNzZXRzLnJibC5tcy8yNDk2MTI3OC9vcmlnaW4uZ2lmIiwiZXhwaXJlc19hdCI6MTY0ODQxNDExOH0.nB-gD9pZCcU1A7R7dnTm7Naj1E2C52Tl7hSChqS_sb8/img.gif?width=980" id="62151" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="b40a116ef4c00c895694e4bc6a8c9ecd" data-rm-shortcode-name="rebelmouse-image" data-width="250" data-height="250" />sad panda GIFGiphy<p>Four months after my mother died, I was out shopping for groceries. I helped a middle aged woman with getting something from a high shelf and thought nothing of it. </p><p>Later that day, I intervened and stopped the same woman from getting mugged. </p><p>She then looked at me and said the one thing my mother always told me when she was happy. "Thank ya baby, you're a life saver." </p><p>I promptly broke into a sobbing mess, letting out the pent up emotions that I had for the past four months. She just hugged me and let this giant ass teddy bear cry on her shoulder for an hour. </p><p>After that I never saw her again due to me moving across the country.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/kcosfh/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsexual_experience/gfru8sf?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">BearWithABeer90</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_36" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Shoulder Time
<p>Back in 11th grade, this girl I used to sit on the bus with would occasionally hold my arm and rest her head on my shoulder. </p><p>When it first happened, I didn't understand. To this day, I still don't understand. </p><p>We weren't dating or anything. We've never talked or interacted that way otherwise. Honestly, the amount of distance she put between me felt pretty random at times. </p><p>Either way, she'd just... occasionally hog my arm on bus rides home.</p><p>I never said anything. I just accepted it and looked out of the window like usual. Gently let her know when the bus got to the stop. </p><p>It was a nice, warm feeling.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/kcosfh/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsexual_experience/gfrtibx?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">rapidspinningturtle</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_2" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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A Cat And A Cry
<p>When my mom died, I'd gone to visit her partner while we arranged the funeral. </p><p>I ended up getting locked out of their apartment. While waiting in the hall for her partner to get home, a stray cat wandering the building came up to me for scratches. </p><p>This was an old-ass cat, looking a bit scraggly, but affectionate all the same, AND VOCAL!</p><p>I just snuggled it close and had a good cry...like the cat knew I needed it in my life at that moment...and I did...</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/kcosfh/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsexual_experience/gfu7w5b?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">0xD153A53</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_3" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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6 Weeks Early
<p>My daughter came into this world 6 weeks early. Small town USA hospital only had a hood for breathing and she needed 24 hour NICU. </p><p>Less than 8 hours after the C-section, they took her to a town 20 miles away while I had to stay for observation. For 4 days I was separated from her, getting updates via family and drs. </p><p>When I could finally get out, I walked into the NICU and she was crying while a lovely nurse held her. I spoke to her and she immediately looked toward my voice and stopped crying. I started crying. </p><p>This will never leave me.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/kcosfh/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsexual_experience/gfsb5f4?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">AllGood24</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_4" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Runaways
<p>Me and my sister ran away when we were 17. </p><p>On our second week on the road we stopped at this field where there was nothing but grass and trees as far as the eye can see. We got out of the car and sat on the ground in front of it. </p><p>For the first time since we had ran away I started to cry. I cried and screamed and trust me this was not pretty, this lasted for hours and the whole time my sister just held me. </p><p>I didn't cry out of regret or because I was homesick. I cried because it had to come to this - that this is what we had to resort to just so we could live a happy life. </p><p>When I finally stopped crying all she said to me was "Forever and always, we got each other." I'll take that moment with me to the grave.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/kcosfh/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsexual_experience/gfskrnv?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">Dovakhin1906</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_5" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Human Bodily Needs
<p>Went on a major hike I was NOT prepared for. No jacket, no light, barely any food or water for 3000'+ altitude change and ~10 miles on a winter afternoon. </p><p>By the time we were near the top, it was dark. The peak was snowy and icy. We were exhausted, frigid, and had no idea how we'd survive the trip back down.</p><p>We had passed a group of students on our way up, and they thankfully decided to wait for us and rescue us. I was still walking, but so cold and tired I couldn't think or say much. </p><p>A girl came and put her extra jacket on me, pulling it on over my head, zipping it up to my chin, and putting the hood up. A boy passed me his extra gloves, and she slid my hands into them. She unwrapped food, closed my hand over it and guided it to my mouth. She held her water bottle to my lips.</p><p>It was the first time I'd had this full acknowledgement of all my bodily human needs if that makes sense. I felt extremely human, cared for and non-judged.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/kcosfh/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsexual_experience/gfsd7vy?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">hire-power</a></p>Did I Snore?
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<p><br>I lifted my head and started to apologize but she pulled my arm under her and pulled my head back down into her neck and shoulder and said "Nonsense. C'mon sleep. I got you." Total darkness, all warmth and I could hear her breathe. It was like being in my mom's arms as a toddler.</p><p>She held me while I slept until we reached LAX. I'm just glad I didn't drool on her.</p><p>When I woke I asked "Did I snore?" She said "Did you snore?!?! Oh my god did he snore?!?!"</p><p>And everyone within three rows started cracking up. Everyone was so understanding of this weary traveler and she was so sweet, I'll never forget her.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/kcosfh/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsexual_experience/gfsgxmn?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Shah357</a></p>
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Helping Mom Let Go
<p>Hugging my mom as she died in my arms.</p><p>It's been 5 years and she was in the hospital for a stroke, so it was not entirely unexpected. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. </p><p>The last thing she heard was my voice telling her how much she was loved, the last thing she felt was me hugging her. I'd be a liar if I said I'm the same person I was before that. </p><p>No way in hell was it not going to happen as long as I could help it. It still hits out of nowhere sometimes, but it passes.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/kcosfh/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsexual_experience/gftnad6?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">tedlyb</a></p><div data-conversation-spotlight style="min-height:90px"></div>
I Knew I Mattered
<p>Preface: Girl and I no longer with one another. Was in a very depressed low point of my life. I'm ok now. 👍</p><p>Was seeing a girl, a very kind and special one to my heart. I've been kind of deprived of affection before her. </p><p>One day after work, I came home and told her I quit smoking. That I didn't want to tell anyone because it has to be a personal battle I needed to win, but I told her anyway.</p><p>Her eyes got big, she smiled wildly, rushed over and planted a kiss on my lips. The kind that tells you it really means something. That it's real. </p><p>Her arms wrapped around me and she laughed at me because I had began to tear up I was so happy my self.</p><p>That feeling and that memory will never leave me until the day I die. That's when I knew I mattered to people.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/kcosfh/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsexual_experience/gfs9mdq?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">SuperVegetable</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_8" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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It Made Her Hate Me More
<p>Getting into a sleeping bag with a very hypothermic girl who I didn't like very much (and the feeling was mutual) to try and bring her body temp up. Then having her cling to me like her life depended on it.</p><p>We were in a group of people out for a hike and we got caught in some bad weather. And no, it didn't make us like each other any better. If anything, I think it being me who was saving her life made her hate me more. </p><p>I haven't seen or spoken to her since a few months after this happened and it was over 20 years ago. So I'm going to say our friendship never really blossomed. </p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/kcosfh/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsexual_experience/gfs8bkf?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">ChemicalEmergency75</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_9" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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The heart is an untamable organ; and as much as we'd like to believe we can control it, it always ends up controlling us. For people who make intimacy a career, they too can fall into traps of the amour. Once you're looking into another person's eyes and a spark ignites, all bets are off. People seem to ignore the facet that sex workers are people too and the career field they're in is actually honest work for many. They end up with love stories surrounding their clients just like a banker or a bartender.
Redditor u/m033118b wanted to hear about the wantings of the heart, no matter what the profession, by asking.... Sex workers of reddit, have you ever fallen in love with a John? What happened afterwards?<div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_1"></div>
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Found Her
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<p>Eventually he went in, stayed in there talking to her until about 4 in the morning, then she took him back to her place, that was nine years before he told us the story and they'd been together since then. She still worked as a sex worker and he was so open about everything, it was really interesting to get such an outlook from a tour guide.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8vxxc5?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">hylianhermit</a></p>
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Happily Ever....
<p>Not the SW, but the partner of one.</p><p>I was going through a stressful time in my life and things weren't working out the way I had hoped. I was single and was always making time for other people and never felt like I was getting what I wanted in life. I knew nothing about sex workers at the time, and had never seen one before. I did some research for about a month or so and came across this girl's ad. She seemed legit and from what I could see in her pictures, attractive. </p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_3" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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<p>I booked her and was beyond nervous-scared leading up to the appointment. When the day came I went over and the cutest girl ever opened the door and welcomed me in. We talked about ourselves pretty much the entire night. I had only intended for this to be a one-time deal since it's so expensive! But, I decided to see her a few more times. I noticed she started letting me overstay my appointment time more each visit and I started getting suspicious. I didn't know if this was normal, or if she was into me. </p>
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<p>I liked her a lot, but I figured this was her job and she probably just wanted to keep me, a steady income, around. She started doing other favors like making me dinner and my mind started going crazy and had to know what was going on. So I confessed that I liked her and hoped that was okay, and asked her to clarify what she had been doing, and what it meant.</p><p>Turns out she totally had feelings for me! We decided to date and now we're getting married! </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8w5ycn?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">otter_07</a></p>
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Trapped
<p>Really happy for the fairy tales people are telling here, but these stories don't end well often.</p><p>I had a second degree cousin who was a sex worker in Brazil. Started doing it since her father left her sick mother without a penny and she was a very beautiful girl. Worked as a sex worker for a few years and ended up meeting a Spanish tourist when she was 22 or 21. The guy was prince charming himself. Came back to Brazil a few months after meeting her to marry her and take her to Spain. Was really kind with the entire family, flooded everyone with gifts and sounded like a genuine nice guy.</p><p>A few months passed after their marriage and things seem fine, she gets to visit the family, sends updates constantly. Out of nowhere, silence. She completely disappears for years. It was the 90s, before cellphones or social networks. Her mother tried to reach the police, but it was useless. After around 8 or 9 years of silence, she calls back.</p><p>According to her, the guy was extremely jealous and abusive. The first signs were weird, but nothing terrifying, in her opinion. But things got worse, with physical and psychological violence, forbidding her of leaving the house until it turned into a situation where she was completely locked off the external world.</p>
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<p>She ended up running away from home after many tries and took refugee on a church. While living at that church, she remembered one of her cousin's phone number - one of the few she memorized - and managed to call the family back. Most of us thought she was dead by then. That was in 2004, she had been missing since 95~96.</p><p>Now she is married and living in Spain with a regular man she met at the church. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8w0f75?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">aureliano_babilonia_</a></p>
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4 Years In
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Caretaker
<p>God, this was years ago when I was 21 but it brings back a lot of emotions even now. One of my regulars was a disabled gentleman in his 50s. He had broken his spine in an industrial accident and was paralyzed from the chest down. He'd gotten a large settlement and invested in property including his beautiful accessible cabin on the lake. He'd pay for me to spend weekends with him there as well as trips to the coast and the casino where he would give me money to play slots or see a show while he played cards. </p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_8" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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<p>He was kind and funny and had a comforting nature. I had bad experiences with men, but his disability made him vulnerable and open in a way that moved me and put me at ease. I even learned some of his care routines so I could be with him for longer periods.</p><p>He died when he developed a clot in his leg that broke free and got into his lungs. I didn't find out until 2 weeks afterward. His passing really shook me. I thought I had distance. I didn't realize how much I cared for him until he was gone. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8viiu5?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">AdeptRemove3</a></p>
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Dawn
<p>Related only, but one of my friends with unlimited business expenses was hosting in NYC clients from London. That night ended up at a strip club across the street from my home, and $1000 dollars in lap dance tickets ($20 each) in the middle of the table.</p><p>I tried one, not my thing, so I pocketed 3 of the tickets as souvenirs.</p><p>A year later, my nephew was visiting me as he turned 21, so I gave him the 3 tickets and sent him to the strip club. He did not return, but called at 8AM. "I'm making breakfast over at Dawn's place"</p><p>They went out for a few months. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8vx9qd?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">StickyCarpet</a></p>
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The Bikie
<p>A friend's sister and her friend were/are sex workers. They both fell in love with the same customer. The bloke was a biker and I'm pretty sure they loved the free drugs he gave them, not him. They had a huge blow out over this guy and basically didn't take long before they stopped communicating.</p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_11" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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<p>They both confessed their love for him and he cut ties with both because he wanted to spend more time with his wife.</p><p><strong><em>Edit for non-Aussie's:</em></strong> Outlaws in Australia once upon a time rode on motorcycles and were/are heavily involved in crime syndicates. We call them bikies (buy-keys) (Australian accent) or singular (buy-key) (Australian accent). </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8vhida?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">drbai</a></p>
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A Good Man
<img lazy-loadable="true" data-runner-src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vYXNzZXRzLnJibC5tcy8yNDUyOTQ3NC9vcmlnaW4uZ2lmIiwiZXhwaXJlc19hdCI6MTY3MjAyNzA3Mn0.t9PckH0TTW2L5UYBGBuZ5dFldboHDSKBPqPkFP5351g/img.gif?width=980" id="2141d" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="7ee6ca6a66729395dfe8b1282333acf3" data-rm-shortcode-name="rebelmouse-image" data-width="350" data-height="226" />ryan gosling friend GIFGiphy<p>I worked as a stripper and fell in love with the manager. </p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_13" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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<p>I saw girls always fawning over him- leaving some tips on stage so he would bring them back to the dressing room and they could flirt with him. I assumed it was a phase and tried to ignore my feelings. At the time I was suffering from chronic pain and an eating disorder. He just cared so much and went out of his way to help. We've now been married for 15 years and have three children.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8vvgu0?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Sanityandespresso</a></p>
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"Lonny"
<p>Using my throwaway. I was a sugar baby the moment I turned 18. Started having sex with a 60 year old doctor. I was poor so the constant showering of gifts, money, dinners, vacations, and clothes, I guess made me fall in love with him. All I would think about was "Lonny" (fake name) and what amazing thing Lonny had planned for us that day.</p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_15" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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<p>One day I get a call from Lonny and he tells me, we can't see each other anymore because he had caught feelings for me. I took this as my opportunity to tell him how I felt and I really thought we would get married. He then told me, "I can't be in love with a girl like you, so I have to let you go and move on to another girl I don't have feelings for." I was broken and depressed for a long time. I ended up using some of the money he gave me for therapy and eventually I got over it.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8vfhkv?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">thowaway3618</a></p>
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I Was Wrong
<img lazy-loadable="true" data-runner-src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vYXNzZXRzLnJibC5tcy8yNDUyOTQ3OS9vcmlnaW4uZ2lmIiwiZXhwaXJlc19hdCI6MTYyMTgwNjYzOH0.QaeHIUlqDRC6Nh_nifYwA4-9GbEAOlW2p6_8kYRR5Pg/img.gif?width=980" id="f9e54" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="e6dd2540ecd8cb96b9c0e839d6da9c71" data-rm-shortcode-name="rebelmouse-image" data-width="480" data-height="270" />Julia Roberts Shopping GIF by SundanceTVGiphy<p>I'll start with my story to get the ball rolling. Former sex worker. </p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_17" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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<p>When I was 18 I began seeing a married man in his early 40s who treated me with respect, genuinely listened and helped me with my school, and we hung out a lot too without having sex. After about 3 months of seeing him almost everyday I started to become attached. Then one day I told him that I thought I was in love with him and he told me, "I still love my wife. I only keep you around for...." I was DEVASTATED and never saw him again.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8veby9?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">m033118b</a></p>
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John
<p>I've never used the term john, just client. While I haven't fallen head over heels for a client, I definitely have a few clients that I love. It might weird them out so I wouldn't tell them, but it's the truth. You meet some very interesting, caring people in my line of work. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8vqhkb?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank"> janejupiter</a><a href="https://www.reddit.com/user/janejupiter/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer"></a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_19" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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I Miss Him
<img lazy-loadable="true" data-runner-src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vYXNzZXRzLnJibC5tcy8yNDU1NzE1NS9vcmlnaW4uZ2lmIiwiZXhwaXJlc19hdCI6MTY0OTEyMjE4NX0.ypjTjJAkvCU5GXfFsMMdjKtaMu0q98t4XnZLh-1uS7Y/img.gif?width=980" id="973ef" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="dc5c52b036ee5b6a80c29c504a1853bf" data-rm-shortcode-name="rebelmouse-image" data-width="440" data-height="342" />Cats Chibi GIFGiphy<p>Never fallen in love with a client, but I do love some of them. My first ever in person client, and favorite regular is an absolute sweetheart and has a lot of the same kinks as I do, seeing him has the same excitement to it as hooking up with a hot friend. We had to cancel our last session because of lockdown and I miss him a lot. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8vu4s9?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">BecciBeyond</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_20" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Getting to know you.....
<p>I worked as a dancer in LA and I met my husband at the club I worked at. We got married last year and have a 2 year old :) We are madly in love and no one knows how we actually met haha. Our life is beautiful together :)</p><p>Most people don't realize most of sex work is actually just getting to know someone very intimately. Lots of clients just want to talk, to have a bond, to forget something. Sometimes that bond is simply business but its no surprise that people do fall in love 💓. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8vtoda?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank"> reallyskinnyleg</a><span></span></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_21" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Friendship
<p>I was a regular customer of a camgirl back some time ago. After few stints I gradually started telling her not to take off her clothes and just talk to me, I loved her personality. She gave me her skype, and I thought, ok, and after one or two skype meetings I asked her for her paypal to transfer the money. She was pretty angry because she thought this was a friendship or a dating call and she said she liked my weirdness and general demeanor. We continued skyping for some 2 months more, and now we are actually friends! </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8vtgca?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">MessedUpVoyeur</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_22" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Obsession
<p>Married the guy that was obsessed with me, came to the strip club I worked at every shift I worked for like 8 months until I finally went out with him. Married 15 years, now getting divorced. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8w757p?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Trailerparkqueen</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_23" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Dance of the Lap
<p>Yes but I never really considered him a "John" He was a "regular" but he would just come in the club and we would have great conversations and would pay for a dance just to be polite since I was working but really didn't even want a lap dance. He isn't a lap dance guy, just has grown up with art scene people so enjoyed certain types of strippers and found them interesting, and a great way to take a break from his now corporate life. We quickly became more friends outside of work and if he came in while I was working it would be expected he pay me for my time but he had the money to spend so he didn't care.</p><p>Then eventually we started going on dates and we became official and he would just drop me off at the club on the way to work and pick me up after. A year later we moved across the country together and we're coming up on 2 yrs. we haven't fought once and very happy. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8wck9o?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">srirachaliving</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_24" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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The Client
<p>As someone that dated a sex worker, I just want to let any clients and potential clients know: sure. This happens. But it is very <em>very</em> rare, and if you are ever starting to get the feeling that she is into you, there is about a one in ten million chance that she actually is. It just means that she's doing her job well, and that you as a client are not. It's their job to make it feel real. It's your job to remember it isn't. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8w94r0?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">BotchedAttempt</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_25" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Benefits
<img lazy-loadable="true" data-runner-src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vYXNzZXRzLnJibC5tcy8yNDU1NzE3My9vcmlnaW4uZ2lmIiwiZXhwaXJlc19hdCI6MTY1MDYyOTE1NH0.wEWJBhTs0rmzWcxJr36HIYvXNb83HGSAh8QS9uhKem8/img.gif?width=980" id="42e19" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="689c04f6c5f18d3e8de0adaa0488a65e" data-rm-shortcode-name="rebelmouse-image" data-width="250" data-height="188" />Jimmy Fallon Hay GIFGiphy<p>One of my closest friends started out buying content and Skype shows. We now talk on a daily basis and have visited each other several times. As a matter of fact he'll be coming to see me in a couple weeks! We have sex and say we love each other and ultimately we are kinky pals. I would call it a casual long distance relationship as we are not pursuing anything different but are appreciative of our place in each other's lives. We say we are bffs with benefits. 😌</p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_26" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Like the Movies
<p>I had to travel out of the country to attend my sister's wedding. The best man was my ex-fiancé (he dumped me) so I couldn't stand the thought of going alone. So I hired an escort to go with me and pretend to be my boyfriend. But he ended up being the most wonderful man and we fell in love. Worth every penny. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8vihyp?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">smirking_hazel</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_27" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Happily Ever
<img lazy-loadable="true" data-runner-src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vYXNzZXRzLnJibC5tcy8yNDU1NzE2My9vcmlnaW4uZ2lmIiwiZXhwaXJlc19hdCI6MTYyMzgxNDU2N30.a0oY8_jlXTO3rJNMIkxlKAWOyjNKp9TBzSGxMynZnkY/img.gif?width=980" id="97f7c" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="27f4b2db8a47ae20e5e75a4a3e77aaca" data-rm-shortcode-name="rebelmouse-image" data-width="342" data-height="480" />Love Story Wedding GIF by angiecandellGiphy<p>I'll keep it short and sweet.</p><p>I was at work when we met. I quit working and found another job shortly after. We've been together ever since. He turned out to be the love of my life. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/jbh21v/sex_workers_of_reddit_have_you_ever_fallen_in/g8vsms5?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">tooshkaboosh</a><span></span></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_28" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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People Share The Most Intimate Non-Sexual Experience They've Had With Their Partner
August 08 | 2019
For a lot of people intimacy and sex are so connected that you can't separate one from the other. This article isn't about those people - though they might find it to be an interesting read.
<p>Reddit user tb1649 asked: </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/" target="_blank">What is the most intimate, non-sex thing you do with your partner?</a></p><p>People's responses were honestly fascinating, sweet, and sometimes a little heartbreaking. "Intimate" clearly means very different things to different people. </p>
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Peach Time
<p>He likes to call me different nicknames, one of them being "peach." So, whenever he wants to cuddle, he says "peach time?" and we cuddle and just lay there together. It's honestly one of my favorite things in the world.<span></span><br></p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebfomqx/" target="_blank">haikus-moving-castle</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_36" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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He Doesn't Do Verbal Affection
<img lazy-loadable="true" src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vYXNzZXRzLnJibC5tcy8yMDU0ODA2Ni9vcmlnaW4uZ2lmIiwiZXhwaXJlc19hdCI6MTY0NzY2OTk2M30.I4CcfzfLPCO34IRq_IO5Y8pA00PVHKMjrVIGJ7GH0CU/img.gif?width=980" id="4428c" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="c8f97b6f7adae729a8dbfb77bd3516da" data-rm-shortcode-name="rebelmouse-image" />Giphy<p>He plays love songs on the piano while I stand behind him kissing the back of his head. I almost cry sometimes.</p><p>He's autistic and doesn't do verbal affection, but he finds ways to show me that he loves me.</p><p><span></span>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebfs8w2/" target="_blank">sicklemoon28</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_2" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Scratch
<p>I scratch his back and head. He was telling me how his mom would scratch his back and it is a very intimate thing for him. His grandma would scratch his head until he fell asleep.</p><p>Ever since he told me that, I've been trying my best to stay awake long enough that he falls asleep from head scratches too, as he has trouble falling asleep. Last night I finally held out long enough. I could hear his breathing change and his body relax and felt him fall asleep under my hand and I don't know why, but I was the happiest in the world because I could do something for him like that - someone I really care about. He told me I was amazing and I just melted. I hope to do it more often. </p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebfpimo/" target="_blank">phenli</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_3" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Caregiver
<p>I dunno if this counts but I got my husband through his fight with Hodgkin's Lyphoma and his relapse a year later. It was just him and me, we have a small support system and none of them live locally.</p><p>The relapse meant a bone marrow transplant. It. Is. No. Joke. Literally brings you to the brink of death and back.</p><p>My husband is a 6 foot strong Scottish man and when we were in the thick of it I had to push him in a wheelchair at the hospital cause getting from the car to the door was all he could do. He looked nothing like himself either, hairless, pale. I was bathing, dressing, feeding him, managing his many medications (and the side effects -violent vomiting) and getting him to and from the hospital on a daily basis.</p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_4" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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<p><br>I have a very clear memory of helping him get into new pj's one morning and thinking <em>"I knew I might have to care for him like this....but I also thought it would be in my 70's, not at the ripe old age of 34...."</em></p><p>Being a caregiver for your loved one in and of itself is a crazy intimate experience, you see someone at their absolute worst/weakest and somehow you find new strength in yourself at the same time.</p><p>That ordeal changed us, obviously. We definitely have had a new level of intimacy since. It's bonded us in a way that I can't put into words.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebfsg8g/" target="_blank">Dashington7890</a></p>
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Maximum Security
<p>When he wraps himself around me tightly while cuddling/spooning, and calls it "maximum security"</p><p>If I'm feeling sad, he'll tease me and be like <strong><em>"Aw does someone need maximum security?"</em></strong> It's very sweet.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebfup5v/" target="_blank">kittenrunner</a></p>Quietly Concentrate
<p>My boyfriend draws and sometimes he draws me naked. Granted, it's a prelude to sex some times but not all the time. It's super intimate, watching him quietly concentrate and do his work while sort of examining parts of me.</p><p>I used to be super self conscious, so just laying there and being out in the open is sort of freeing. Just feels close.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebfito7/" target="_blank">KeyworkBird</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_6" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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My Last Moments
<p>I think the most intimate thing happened during my second son's birth a few months ago. I had given birth quickly and easily, but then began hemorrhaging. They stood me up to go to the bathroom and blood began pooling down my legs and feet. Immediately back in bed, giving me shots and meds to try to stop it but it wouldn't. The nurses were scared and a team ran in. </p><p>My husband laid the baby down and held my hand- I was terrified I was dying and leaving them. I just kept looking into his eyes and telling him I was so scared, and he stayed calm and smiled and reassured me. </p><p>I'm so lucky- they found a piece of retained placenta and were able to give me a second epidural and manually remove it. But I ended up losing almost 800 ml of blood. I really thought those could be my last moments, and I just locked eyes with him, trying to communicate everything I needed him to know about our family and my sons- but too scared to say any of it out loud. </p><p>It was the most intimate moment of my life.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebg5l7c/" target="_blank">andthischeese</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_7" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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A Stomach Bug
<p>Taking care of me when I was sick. We've been together for about a year and don't live together. I had to cancel plans because I had the stomach bug (diarrhea and throwing up) and he came over and took care of me. Any man that can witness his girl sitting on the toilet and head in a trash can and still want to cuddle you and love on you is a keeper.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebfoh31/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">theblondebuffalo</a></p><div data-conversation-spotlight style="min-height:90px"></div>
Eye Contact
<p>There's always a few moments before we fall asleep where we'll just lay together, making eye contact. That may sound strange but it always feels super intimate and in a way that nothing needs to be said out loud. You're just sharing this moment and know that there's nowhere else you'd rather be.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebfmvqs/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">gracie131313</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_8" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Star Wars
<p>Although I'm good at sleeping long nights I have trouble actually falling asleep. We'll cuddle and with his big voice he'll invent a story so that I can doze off to his soft bass-like golden sound.</p><p>Once, he summarized Star Wars episodes 1 to 3 since I hadn't seen them and expressed how much they sucked compared to the rest. It was amazing.</p><p><span></span>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebfmne7/" target="_blank">pink__ranger</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_9" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Any Knot He Wants
<p>We wrestle and play fight...I know it's weird but it's so fun. Plus he was an NCAA wrestler and has his purple belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu so he can twist me in any knot he wants and it's oddly satisfying to be under his complete control - but it's actually not sexual.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebfkloy/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">madisonpreggers</a></p>Haircare
<p>I recently started helping my partner trim his beard. It felt really intimate.</p><p>I'm African, he's Middle Eastern. It took me a while but I eventually let him help with taking out my cornrows when I change hairstyles, and helping me wash/condition my hair. That's pretty intimate to me.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebfv96t/" target="_blank">alleina13</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_10" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Cooties
<img lazy-loadable="true" src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vYXNzZXRzLnJibC5tcy8yMDU0ODA3MS9vcmlnaW4uZ2lmIiwiZXhwaXJlc19hdCI6MTY1MTQ4MjA0OX0.tSKAeg8G-OWeZvNXnfj2epKvaYTndgW57JxBkBHW4_U/img.gif?width=980" id="70311" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="132b3457f93ff947937df50d6bbb59c5" data-rm-shortcode-name="rebelmouse-image" />Giphy<p>When we're in bed together, she sometimes steals a kiss on my cheek and I go : <strong><em>"Ewww cooties!"</em></strong> I wait a few seconds and whisper: <strong><em>"psst... Pretty girl? I like you"</em></strong></p><p>She giggles and says : <strong><em>"I like you too"</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>"You wanna go steady?"</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>"Yeh"</em></strong></p><p>Then we hold hands till we fall asleep.</p><p>I'm 40M she's 38F, we have 2 kids.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebgk6xu/" target="_blank">LumpySkull</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_11" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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So Fragile
<p>Before I had back surgery a few years ago, the pain was intense I couldn't get out of bed. My husband had to carry me to the bathtub and wash me and my hair.</p><p>I felt so fragile. That was probably the most intimate non-sexual thing I've experienced.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebfo4yp/" target="_blank">MyLouBear</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_12" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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The Big Red Couch
<p>I can tell you what it used to be, before our divorce.</p><p>Whatever we did that day, be it adventuring or swimming or just hanging out, our evenings always ended on our big red couch. I would be on the far right side, against the arm, because I liked getting into the corner. She liked having room to stretch out, so she got the middle and left side. I'd throw our old fleece over the both of us and put something on the TV.</p><p>Sometimes we'd watch, sometimes we would chat and sorta-watch, but it always ended with her breathing slowing down, while falling asleep, with her head on my left shoulder. It was a comforting thing for her, in terms of physical position and closeness, feeling safe. It was a comforting thing for me, to know I had someone who wanted to be close to me, and was still comfortable.</p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_13" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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<p><br>The first time I sat down on that red couch after she moved out, in my usual spot, was out of reflex. A handful of seconds went by—I realized I could never sit there again and feel good about myself, or my life. The coldness of the leather, the emptiness of the space, was too much. I got up and rearranged the furniture on the spot, once I stopped sobbing like an infant.</p><p>Not sure if y'all can tell, but I miss her.</p><p>Anyway, that's what it was.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebgeiv8/" target="_blank">riseabovethis</a></p>
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Full Body Bear Hug
<p>My dad is super jacked and I used to run at him full speed and jump in a full-body bear hug, and my dad would catch me.</p><p> Now with my husband, I'll catch his attention and give him <em>the look</em> and he'll squat and prepare, and then I run at him and jump and give him the big full-body bear hug. Complete with my face buried in his neck, kissing away.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebfyswp/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">WastelandQueen</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_15" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Sappy - Not Sorry
<p>We just had a newborn six weeks ago and aren't ready to have sex yet. Every night before I got to bed after the baby is first asleep I lay with my head on his lap and we watch Bob Ross because it calms me down. When I start to fall asleep I go to bed and he stays up to wait for the baby to stir so he can change her and bring her to me for a midnight feeding.</p><p>In the morning I am up before him and clean the dishes (he usually does all of the cooking and I'm too tired to clean at night) and read for an hour before the baby gets up. After I change and feed her I bring her to him for morning snuggles and tummy time.</p><p>I love this little routine and it keeps us feeling close and reminds me that sex and making love are very different things. You can make love without ever even taking your clothes off. Sappy. Sorry not sorry.</p><p><span></span>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebghzyj/" target="_blank">verdiebird</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_16" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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I Now Need Help
<p>I had a stroke in March and have lost the majority of use of my left side. It's mostly just there for symmetry these days. I also have Fibromyalgia which is pretty debilitating. I now need help bathing and he bathes me. I've always been very independent and admitting I need that help was hard. The first time he bathed me, he was so gentle, thoughtful, and loving that it was so beautiful I cried. My husband is just amazing.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebgiuw3/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">voxpandorapax</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_17" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Team Building
<p>I know it sounds stupid but we bathe our dog together... like we take him to this self serve dog wash and he's big and hates bathes so one of us wrestles him and the other bathes, and it's actually an amazing team building activity.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebgiv0c/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">MichiganDolf</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_18" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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Being Held Tenderly
<img lazy-loadable="true" src="https://assets.rebelmouse.io/eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJpbWFnZSI6Imh0dHBzOi8vYXNzZXRzLnJibC5tcy8yMDU0ODA5My9vcmlnaW4uZ2lmIiwiZXhwaXJlc19hdCI6MTYyNzgzMzgzOH0.qiup3ZNAxhe0yfa8K72rglPwK8V_TEgNsIPgzihj3-M/img.gif?width=980" id="0a072" class="rm-shortcode" data-rm-shortcode-id="975d8c7a72d46d9fde81d95423d04105" data-rm-shortcode-name="rebelmouse-image" />Giphy<p>She holds me when I cry.</p><p>I grew up in an abusive and negligent family. Naturally I suffer crippling depression and anxiety. Currently going to therapy and sometimes we dig deep into the trauma. It feels like I'm being torn from the inside. There's nothing to do but feel the grief, let it pass through me. Never have I been more raw and vulnerable than in those moments. </p><p>Being held tenderly while I'm ugly crying, sobbing, even wailing is love at its best.</p><p>- <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/a4l58t/what_is_the_most_intimate_nonsex_thing_you_do/ebftqya/" target="_blank">mononiango</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_19" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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