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 ūüėČ

Likes(0)Dislikes(0)

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.