Those Hands
The first time I touched your hand my knees went weak…
How is it possible to have such big hands and still fold mine into it with such a gentle touch?
My heart is beating in my throat as I sit at the table watching you.
Every cigarette you light earning my jealousy as your nimble fingers place them between your lips…
My p*ssy is throbbing and I’m afraid I might leave a wet spot on the chair as I try to control the hitch in my breathing when I “measure” my hand against yours…
Good God…
My whole body is on fire but you seem oblivious?
…Oh, but I was so wrong…
Those hands…
Inflicting the most delicious pain when the beast wakes up…
Touch my sensitive spots as if they’ve known them for years…
Gently holds me when I fly and come down from my high…
*mooooaaaan…
Those sinfully delicious hands might just be my undoing…
…not like I’m complaining 😉
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