* There is one thing in life that I just adore: hugs! All my friends know how much I love hugs, and we often hug. I have one friend who I share a very special hug with, we sqeeze each other for a minute, then we place our noses tip-to-tip and talk for a minute. Another friend of mine will just give me a huge bear-hug. Hugs are one of God's greatest gift aside from Christ.
address:poetic-angel@care2.com

* My name is Larry Costeralaster. I am a malasian 47 year old single man who lives in New York. Hugging is such a big part of my life. I love to hug everybody-especially little boys. It really shows how much feeling you put into your love of another person-whether it be friendly or sexual (sexuals more fun though, wink wink.) Well this site is great and I fully encourage everyone to reach out and touch somebody.
address:LiLboysMMM@AOL.com

* This hugging site was a great surprise to myself and my friend. We are both teenagers in high school and can't believe the big deal that is made over hugging. It is extremely common and not even thought about in our school or any other school we have attended. Most of the people in this site must be from another generation or country where hugging is not as common as it is here in New Jersey. Hugging is like waving in our school. Everyone greets eachother with a hug and sometimes even a peck on the cheek. Even boys hug each other, even though it is more like a pat on the back. Now that I think about it, it does put us in a better mood and helps our relationships with each other.

* My name is Henry Boateng and I live in London, England. I love to cuddle people especially when they seem to need comforting. But I have a problem. Because I am black, tall and can look mean people have a look of terror in their eyes when I try to cuddled them for the first time. When I have reassured them that I am not trying to rape them or steal their personal property they allow me to approach. Once they seem that my motive is to provide them with support and comfort in my strong arms, they immediately relax and their fears go away. Hugging (or Cuddling as I like to call it) is the most powerfull weapon that I use, not the gun or the knife. I now make it a point to greet people the first time I meet them by gently cuddling the to reassure them that I am no threat and that tall dark strangers can make great cuddlers. If you want to see me... come to my pictures page and be surprised (type the address below) http://briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/praktica?c&.flabel=fld1 I hope to see you soon Cuddles (oops Hugs)
address:PRAKTICA@YAHOO.COM

* I am a 17 year old female and I've never been hugged by my family at all which makes me very aprehensive of touch. I want to hug people, but I'm afraid to do so because I don't know how they will react to me. Anyway, a few months ago I had my very first hugging experience and it was the best thing ever. People may think that it's strange, but it was with my teacher. It was on my very last day of compulsary schooling and I was very upset. She came into the classroom and sat on the edge of a desk and almost immediately noticed me crying. Opening her arms widely she said "come here and give me a hug". I felt really scared, after all I didn't know how to, but I knew I wanted to a lot. I walked over to her timidly and put my arms around her neck, she pulled me close and held me very tight. As she did this it seemed like all of my emotion poured out in the form of tears as she let me cry freely on her shoulder. I don't know why, but it felt so safe like nobody could hurt me in anyway. As she held me she spoke softly, encouraging me to stop crying. Her presence was so comforting to me, she'll probably never realise how happy she actually made me on that day, and by giving me something so simple. That is the greatest thing that I don't understand: How can something that is so simple to give and which feels really good, be so hard to do? Can anyone give me some answers please? I am anxious to know why!!!!!!
address:harraway@harrawayj.freeserve.co.uk

* Its been very helpful to read others' stories about their hugging experiences, as I too, have one.. Last week I went to a friends wedding. It was a mini reunion for many of us as we hadn't seen eachother in years. My friend invited all of us to stay at his house. I was on my own, and so was he - our wives/husbands at home with our children. My friend and I had had a few "fun" times many many years ago. We were good friends, but never really discussed the fun times after they had happened. Whether or not he knew how I felt about him many years ago, he never discussed it with me. Anyway, as our lives took different paths, I moved away, he got married, I got married, etc. we continued to keep in touch casually. Then it turned out we were both going to the wedding solo. When I arrived at his house, my assigned room was adjacent to his. I was rather surprised by this - and more concerned that we would be sharing a bathroom than anything else. That first night, however, he brushed his teeth, and then came into my room. He lied down in the bed - which surprised and upset me. I told him he would have to leave or I would. He didn't so I did. Early the next morning, however, I felt bad. Maybe he needed to talk? I don't know. Anyway, I went back into "my" room and lied down next to him. He reached over and hugged me tight. A long warm embrace. It felt great. Not sexual, not uncomfortable, but familiar and warm.
The next day, we went to the wedding and had fun with all our friends. After hours of partying, I went to sleep. Later that night, my friend returned to my side. Again, we held eachother tightly. I was confused. I didn't know what was going on. We have both been married for years. We both have kids. We both have lives far far away from eachother.
But we continued to hold eachother, and stroke eachother's hair. It got a bit heavy after a while, but both of us realized that wasn't appropriate. So we returned to just hugging. He left early that morning.
What those hours represent to me are the fact that my friend, whom I have loved dearly and cared for deeply all these years, may have simply been telling me the same thing. In his own way. I know that we would never be together as I used to want to be, but it doesn't matter as long as I know he cares about me as a friend.

* My friend "M" wanted me to meet a guy "D" for two years. She said he was the sweetest guy. I wne to Junior High w/him but he was short and baby cute. We lived less than 10 blocks apart for 10 years but never spole until last summer. Still, no real connection. This year I have classes w/him in college. Let's just say we didn't quite hit it off. A few days after we met, however he just said sorry (cuz I'm sensitive and he was being agressive) and hugged me a long, warm, hug. That floored me. The next two days we were attached. I found him irrisistable-a big flirt and all. On the train ride home-45 minutes he held me in his arms. Then the bus ride. If I get annoyed w/him (which is often) he will hug me for the joy of it. Right now we are in a little spat but we will share affection again-by Monday:) P.S. I'm happy someone relizes the feeling a hug gives. Peace!
address:utopiabanished@juno.com

* Hello Huggers, About 4 months ago my 11 year relationship ended. I've benn with my boyfriend since 2nd. grade. I am now a semester away from a sophmore in college. When we parted it devistated me. everynight I prayed to die, because the pain was to much for me. when I awake to realize i was still alive I cried even harder. I cried all day in the bathroom at school, car,in class, all night and all day. Recently almost 5 months later I met a guy who puts the W- in wonderful. He makes me happier than i've ever been in all of my life. He makes me forget what pain is when he puts his arms around me and holds me. His huggs are what keeps me going. there is nothing in the world that could compare to my wonderful and his huggs. Thanks for listening. if you can relate please respond i'd love to hear.

* I met a guy from the internet two months ago, we talk for a month, and he came to NY and we spend some times togheter. It was unbeilivable wonderful. When he had to go back to his country gave a big hug, I did not not expect to miss him afterward, five seconds out of my arms I wanted to call him back. Thank God he is coming again. I cannot wait to hold him again and again. Hugges do make people feel love and sherish, and protected.

* Being an asian, hugs are not easy to come by. I'm a great hugger though. And I love hugs. I will never forget one particular hug, though. A guy friend whom I had not seen in 2 weekends happened to just meet me. Before either of us said a word, he just opened his arms wide and pulled me in. We hugged and hugged for a long time. We embraced each other passionately and halfway into our embrace, he pulled me even tighter into his arms. I felt so secure, loved and wanted. I knew hugging me tighter was his way of telling me he missed me. The whole minute and a half we hugged was so warm and intense that I could feel tears coming to my eyes. We just melted in each other's arms and let the love flow freely between our bodies and our hearts. We finally pulled away after what seemed like eternity. Neither of us wanted to let go of each other, but we were obstucting others as we were hugging in a narrow, busy passageway. Before we let go of each other, he tenderly whispered " I love you " into my ear. Thoses were the best words I've ever heard. He's real gorgeous and I've always been crazy over him, but I know that he and I will never be together. However, I will always cherish this moment of such intense and powerful love between us.

* I had never been hugged in my childhood. The first time came in my early teens but it wasn't the most memorable. The most memorable was about a year ago, when I was due to leave for college. I went out with this guy whom i had known for a couple of months. towards the end of the evening i was so sad. i knew i wasn't going to see him again for a long time. and i was going to be away from home. I just told him " I'm going to miss you bad. Let me take a look at you and memorize every detail of your face." For the next minute and a half we just gazed at each other. Then feeling really sad, I managed a rather choked "bye". I waws leaving the next morning. This friend of mine is normally very reserved and not given to physical displays of affection. But at the moment I said "bye", suddenly, a little hesistant at first, he tugged at my hand, and we fell into a tight embrace. we hugged so tightly for the next 2 minutes. It was so intense I will never forget it. How my friend loved me enough to cast aside all his inhibitions in this wonderful expression of love. * I am a rather strong gal in terms of character and seldom cry even under the most difficult circumstances. However, a really bad day was so intense and pressurizing that I broke down right in front of my mates. They did not know what to say or do to help me for we were not close, and they could only stand and watch in awkward silence. I sat on a stone step, facing myself away from the world, staring at the dead and lifeless garden before me. I cried and cried, non-stop. At a moment, I turned to look, and saw my best friend standing behind me. Her mere presence was an assurance that I would not be lost in the dark. I climbed onto my feet, turning slowly to face her. We did not breathe a word to each other as we looked into each other's eyes. I opened my arms, leaned forward and embraced her. Tears flowed freely from my eyes onto her shoulder. With the arm over my shoulder, she stroked and patted my back continuously, which really comforted me. I could feel the warmth in her, how much she really cared about this friend whom she was hugging. She held on to me tightly as we stood at the very same spot in silence for a couple of minutes. Eventually, we let go of each other and I trudged back to the same, cold stone step where I had been sitting before the moment. Silently, she sat down beside me and spoke to me in a soft, gentle tone. I was still down the dumps, and the tears continued to flow. "Stop crying already," she urged me. At the same time, she drew out a piece of tissue paper from her pocket and brought the sheet to my eyes. She wiped the tears away from me, helping me to wipe away part of my sadness as well. It was a very emotional chapter for me, and I was really touched by her actions and words. I knew that I had a friend, someone who cared. She's my friend.

* One of my best friends is the sweetest human being i know. Not a day goes by when we see each other do we not stop for a moment to see what's one each other's minds. And when our time together is through we embrace in a tight hug that sometimes lasts for a few minutes. When i'm feeling down i look forward to that special hug that always makes me feel so much better. I am lucky to have my best friend be the best hugger ever!!!
address: singinkar@aol.com

* The first and second hugs that I gave my guy friend recently were very different I remember the first as awkward. About a month later, the second hug was nice and warm. This time round, it was completely natural and spontaneous!
address: lamia_fms@yahoo.com

* Hi :) This is my second trib :) I've been hugging since I was 16 and it(hugging) always means alot to me :) My work schedule is so full of stress, I'm just amazed I actually make it through the day. I have a good co - worker who is a great grandmother. She gives the best hugs in the world. She gives bear hugs :) Gosh,she is pretty strong for a great grandmother ^_^; My other award goes to a mature woman who owns her own biz :) She is the only one who can cause me to squeal for joy :) When she holds me, she really holds me close :) I've only been hug- ged 3 times, but more is ok too :) Lastly,to my friend who I've known over the years. I have not seen her in 4 years and felt like asking for a hug. At first, she was hesitant,but at the same time, I knew she was touched. We stood there akwar dly on a cold,windy street, trying to figure who was goin to make the first move. I think it was kind of humourous when I think about it :) She gestured "I don't know" and the next thing I knew, she was implying it was ok to hug. That was a special hug for me :) I was moved by her openess and her honesty :) Oh, I can't forget her warmth :) It was the best 3 seconds of my life :) If someone looks blue(sad),give that person a hug :) Even if its someone you may despise. Compassion for another is the most touching thing in the world :) Thanks for reading :)
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* I just adore this site :) A site dedicated to hugging :) I don't remember too well being hugged in my family. Except father's funeral. The first hug that I got was from a teacher. Junior high days ^_^;; I was 16, and I was feeling down. My teacher just gave me a comforting hug :) That really made my day :) I also had a crush on another teacher ^_^;; Looks lke I'm trapped in a Lover's triangle situation ^_^;; The other teacher who I had a crush on gave the best hug I have ever had :) I felt like I was melting, but at the same time,it felt good to be comforted : Just being hugged by someone you know makes it nice :) A co-worker who been around for year and a half was leaving the workplace. She was 5ft6.5 '' (thats ok,I'm only 5'9 so it worked out perfectly ^_^;;) eneg etic, charming,attractive, quite strong too ^_^;;. I took one last photo of her, not knowing where she would go next ^_^;; After the photo shoot^_^;; She asked me to send her the pic that I had taken. Man, I was really gonna miss this girl alot ^_^;; "Since we may not meet again,can I ask for a hug?"I asked. I was so tense and suprised I had the courage to ask her ^_^;; I figured she was going to turn me down. But I was really suprised to see that she was waiting for the hug that I had asked for^_^;; I was really moved ^_^ and not wanting to waste the moment, I went up to her and hugged her. I know I was tense and maybe that sort of spoiled it for me, but that hug was the most treasured moment of my life. Thaks 4 reading :)

* It all started back in the 8th grade. I fell for a guy--too hard and too fast\ .I loved him with everything that an 8th grader can. Anyways, he broke up with m on Valentine's Day (which was a Wednesday). That Thursday I learned that he ha a date for that Friday night with a girl 2 years older than him. I was pissed! That night I called and bitched at him. That Saturday I talked to him and he tl\ old me all about the date (because I asked). I asked if they'd kissed (assuming\ they would NOT have) and he told me they had. This really really really really\ pissed me off! I'd thought our kisses were special. I'd thought they'd meant s\ omeh ing. For him to go off and kiss some other girl less than 48 hours after we'd r oken up, led me to the assumption that he'd either (a): not ever felt anythingb ehind any kiss we'd ever shared during the 4 months we'd been together OR (b): been cheating on me with this i rl beforehand. So, either way I was pissed. So pissed that we didn't speak for 5 years. I hated him. I couldn't have careda ny less if he'd been hit by a truck. I didn't think he deserved to breathe thes ame air I did. He knew I hated him too. He knew I had reason to feel the way Id id and that there was nothing he could do about it. It was so bad that once wee nded up sitting next to one another at a football game. We looked at each othe and cordially smiled. We agreed that it was awkward and one of us got up and lf t. Well, this past Thanksgiving weekend I was at a party with my cousins. I'd head someone say this guy's name, but thought nothing of it. I turned to look for y cousin and guess who was standing there. Yancey! (the 8th grade ex.) I lookeda t him and let out a loud "Oh My GOD!!" The room got quiet really fast because o one knew what I was going to do. I didn't either. He expected me to go up andh it him. I really don't know why I didn't. But, instead, I told him to come andg ive me a HUG. The rest of the night we hung out and talked about old times and all. At the ed of the night he kissed me. No big kiss, but no small kiss either. The next day he called and convinced me to go with him to a friend of mine's party. We couln 't wait to see the reaction everyone would give us when we walked up together. It was so weird being with him. But comfortable-weird. Anyway, he came over tht night after the party and we stayed up talking until 3 am. We just laid in eah other's arms talking about how he'd wanted me back after we broke up but knewh e couldn't have me because I'd hated him. He called me the next day before I left to go back to school. It was weird. Het old me he'd realized that I still had more than a little piece of his heart. Al ot more. Anyway, he called me once I got to school (7 hours from my hometown, 3 1/2 hous from his school). We talked until 4 am. At 3:30 am we decided for him to comea nd visit me the next day. He got here around 4 and it was weird. The whole time we just HUGGED. It felt o natural and comfortable. Neither of us wanted it to end. But, the next mornin he had to leave because I had classes.

Anyway, I guess it all started with a hug at the party. It really brought closr e to my 5 years of hatred toward him. We both agree that it can go absolutely o where, but that it was really great. I'm really thrilled it happened, but am ga d that the emotions I've felt toward him are finally able to end. And, that's y story. HUGS are definitely special.
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