being out in the cold (or jumping in cold water :D)
watching long, boring, and irrelevant films
because they are unpleasant in a good way, as in, they feel good because… Huh, I wonder why? Maybe because they help me feel alive, they invigorate me, etc.
Let’s not talk about sadistic pleasures or BDSM or any of that; I’m just asking if you guys have anything like what I’ve named that you enjoy doing because it is unpleasant and therefore fulfilling in some way.
My husband can’t for the life of him understand why I like to watch movies that make me cry. “Why do you put yourself through that? And then do it AGAIN?”
My husband does not get this (and perhaps that is why his idea of a massage is more like petting a cat) but I love a massage that hurts a little (not too much!)
Scratching mosquito bites until they bleed, and then putting Benadryl gel on them. That sting feels sooooo good and gets rid of the itch like nobody’s business!
The sting of a really hot hot bath after being out in the cold for a long time.
The sting of really pungent blue cheese. So strong it makes my eyes water and my mouth flood with saliva, while causing that ache just under the ears. (Yes, this is the type of blue cheese I mentioned in the "has food ever made you orgasm thread.)
Also salt water on really itchy skin. I had this awful itchy skin when I was pregnant with my first, and I used to scratch it 'till it bled and then put rags soaked in salty ice water on it. The sting (and lack of itch) was orgasmic.
A sneeze that you feel coming. The tingle in the nasal passage, the wrinkling up of your nose and face as you feel it about to explode, and then sneezing so hard you almost lose consciousness.
The burn of a phenergan/demerol shot as they put it in your IV. I swear I’m not a junkie! They were all administered while I was in the hospital, and the nurse would always warn me, “Now this will burn going in”. Oh, it burns, alright…like a sweet righteous fire of cleansing.
The Gods will strike me with the terrible flu for putting this in writing, but . . .
The beginning of getting sick, when you’re achey, but not dying yet, and have an excuse to just let it all go and fall in to bed. Along these lines, being pleasantly ill (floaty and out of it, but not barfy or in terrible pain) and watching shows on daytime TV you normally don’t touch with a ten-foot eye pole.
Also, having my hair pulled in a gentle-ish manner.