Those Hands

Here's a companion piece to His Hands. William's thoughts.




He stands still, giving me the chance to explore all the textures of his
body. The softness of his hair; the bristle of stubble, the sinewy muscles in
his neck and his shoulders, my hands slide down his body. The hard muscle in
his biceps, the coarse hair on his forearms, down to his hands. Aww, those
hands. Calluses on the palm, long fingers, and blunt cut fingernails. Those
hands can rain down in a flurry of spanks, perversely giving me pain and
comfort. Those hands bring me to heights of pleasure as they in turn explore
my own body.