My nipples are almost always hard, poking out of my chest like two knobs just ready to be grabbed and pinched. They beckon to him, calling out for attention. Touch me! Twist me and pull me hard! So, he does, almost every chance he gets. His eyes are first drawn to them. I can see his attention wander from my face, and then his hand rises, almost as if he has no control over it. And, I feel the pinch and I see the twisted grin wash over his face.