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Hands
🕑 Added 2023-11-30 04:49:02 +0000 UTCHands as healers. Hands as holders. Hands as sexual organs. Hands as bringers, and soothers, and makers. Hands for comfort and joy. Hands as a guide.
“Put your hands on me,” she whispers. I love her hot breath against my cheek. I love how she begs for me. She lifts up her skirt so I can touch her. My fingertips make her gasp. My palms want her.
She melts for me in my lap, a sweet pet, I purr “good girl” when she parts her knees. One hand makes it’s way down her thigh and the other runs up the back of her neck, I cradle the back of her head. My fingers get lost in her long dark hair, fingernails against her scalp, she moans for me, her legs open wider. I tease the edge of her panties, I can feel how warm she is. She presses against me, wanting. I give and give.
She’s wet and her hips are telling on her, grinding and humping shamelessly. It’s so fucking sexy, I can’t help but torment her a little. “My needy little girl,” I encourage her. Her hands grip the back of my shirt, holding me close, holding on for dear life. “Please?” she whines. When my fingers spread her open (two, three when she begs a little) she buckles and pulls me closer. I tighten my grip on her hair, her mouth is wet, lips parted, panting. She looks at me with wild eyes. She asks for more. I love everything my hands make happen. I love feeling her from the inside.
Hands as catalyst, ignition, leverage. Hands as anchors. Hands as restraints. Hands as a challenge. Hands as connectors, as givers, as gifts. Hands as tools. Hands as a signal or sign.
