Baby, Can You Itch My Back?

There are certain phrases in your life that mean something to some that may mean different to others. They make you feel a certain way. When you hear it, you get that instant feeling of exhilaration. Of desire. A feeling of being wanted and needed. A stream of warmth runs through your entire body, including, yup, that area, lol!😜

That phrase has a certain tone to it. When you hear it with that “whispered gravitas,” from a particular person, in a particular place with a particular resonance, at a particular time and with the inviting inflection,the tune of this phrase becomes music to my ears.

It’s an instant symphony of all my favorite songs all in one, EVERY TIME!

For me, “Baby, can you itch my back?” is the phrase that I have loved to hear my entire life with my wife.

“C’mon Dave, really? I mean, what a sap? What a Ballroom dancing little bitch? Seriously, what a wuss! You scratch your wife’s back when she asks?

And to that I answer , “FUCK YEAH!”

I will itch that back every time it needs scratching. Every time it needs a massage. Every time it needs a warm hand (ok, sometimes the hands are really cold,🧊lol) to either gently caress, push a little harder with my palm up and down from her top of her neck to her base of her spine or just lightly scratch with my finger tips all over.

Oh FUCK YEAH I’ll do that!

For some, this act is a chore when they hear that request. For others, it’s a roll of the eyes moment. For a few, it’s not what they want to hear from their significant other. And for a bunch, it’s an instant turn off.

Listen, I’m from Montreal Canada! It’s freaking cold up there! 🥶

We learned real quick that we need to warm things up before we get to maximum heat!🌡️

To me, even after 33 years together, when I hear that phrase, I feel I’m being invited. I’m even more into it after 33 years man! I’m being invited to help relax and comfort. I’m being invited to make my wife feel a little less stressed. I’m being invited to connect and “to forget about life for a while.”

(Billy Joel, Piano Man)

I’m here to itch some mother freakin’ back man…💪

And nothing in the world makes me happier than being invited to do this. Being invited to something means someone wants you there. Someone believes you to be worthy of an invitation.

I remember when I was a kid in Jr. High and I got an invite at school to a friends birthday party for the first time! For me, when I came from another country, I felt awkward as fuck ’cause the culture I was raised in and come from is different than the Los Angeles, California life and now a new friend that I made invited me to a party? That was cool. Maybe that’s where the feeling that makes me feel that I belong started for me. Not 100% but nonetheless, that’s how I react to it and it stuck!

Have you ever been in a situation when you’re not invited somewhere but the person who was invited says, “come with, I’m sure it will be fine.”

Oh hell no. If I’m not invited, I don’t want to force myself onto or into any situation I wasn’t invited to. For some reason, that’s always been a thing for me.

So when I began “dating”, (at too young of an age, btw) I’ve always looked for any clues of an “invitation.”

- A back rub (Great Clue)

- A foot massage (Good. Except for the occasional “Hammer Time Toes”)

- Running fingers through hair (One of my favorites)

- A slow dance (Terrible back then, much better now that I actually dance)

You know if/when your date requested any of those items, you knew you were being invited.

Uhm, for all you “young-ens” who have grown up on apps below to hook up, you’ve lost out on the REAL art of earning that invitation. Do you even need to look for clues anymore? Geez. With these apps, it’s like Doordash for Sex!

No game needed. The art has def changed.

I know, I know, there’s that late night text at 2AM right?

“You up?” “Whatchu doin’?” I guess if you’re getting that text at 2AM, it’s technically an invite. Fine!🙄 But it’s a different arena, sorry!

At the end of the day, there is NOTHING better than hearing…

“Baby, can you itch my back” followed by…

…seeing her looking over her left shoulder with that smile of anticipated gratification followed by the soothing sound of a slow and pleasurable exhaled moan once the bare back is initially touched.

It’s very simple and not more complicated than that.

All I want is to continue to earn a life long invitation to itch the scratches she gets. This is one of the super simple things that makes me very happy.

Everything else in life will fall into place.

Oh, and when my wife puts out the invite,

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