The one thing I would hate to be, as a lover, is selfish. Without being able to see her well I tend, unfortunately, to think too much about my own pleasure and not enough about hers. I don’t know why that is, but I’m sure I’m not alone.
On a selfish note, I love to watch her face (especially her eyes) and to know that I made her feel that way!
I’m a woman of many moods…although my drapes are transparent everywhere except in the bedroom, so if anything is going on in there, it’d better be at night, with the lights OFF. Otherwise, for everything there is a season: light (although not of the variety that could be used for open-heart surgery), dim light, candles, ambient light from streetlights, or complete and utter darkness. Seeing your partner’s reactions is great, but sometimes being able to concentrate more on the other senses can be even more hypnotic.
TV in general is bad, bad, bad…I once nearly shot an ex who was watching TV news footage of the breaking Monica Lewinsky situation while I was, ummm, working on him. (And this was on vacation in Ixtapa, no less, with waves audibly crashing on the beach a hundred yards away! The last thing I wanted to hear about in bed was that trollop! And he couldn’t figure out why I finally gave up, got pissed off, and left the room. Maybe the fact that he kept moving me around for a better view of the TV would have something to do with that.)
On the other hand, TV light can be OK if it’s because you were watching a movie or something and just got distracted and forgot to turn the thing off. I once had a quite memorable evening not watching Latcho Drom.