Tag: Hands

  • Dick Pic’s

    Hey I adore your dicks as much as any Women here, thick, thin, short, long veins bulging, hairy, smooth..yes please.

    But, for this Woman, please add your hand holding it with determination and strength, your arm with the muscles or veins, hairy or smooth, your chest, your shoulders ones us woman love to rest our heads on, one with the outline of that sexy dick in shorts, jeans, a suit etc… so much more erotic 😉

    A Man’s photo that has his arms and hands turns Me on, hands that have known hard work lined and hard, the contrast to a woman’s softer one’s, a writer’s hands that write words to seduce me, arm’s that I want to circle me and own and protect, as well as restrain, add his eyes that seem to look into mine and I melt 🫠
    His chest makes me want to run my fingers up it and curl into him with my cheek against his heart.

    Show Me those photos and I am captivated.

  • Day Dreams in the Bath.

    Submerged to my shoulders in warm water, the soapy bubbles softly popping, the water lapping at my exposed shoulders and breasts.

    It feels like your fingers last night, the bubbles are like the soft kisses your lips left all over them, my nipples harden and remind me how tender they are from your constant attention to them.

    The sponge glides over every inch of my body and closing my eyes, it becomes your hands, slightly ruff, and I again feel the the hands of a hard working, strong yet gentle Man I have learnt to adore.

    The soft bruises on the inside of my thighs is a reminder of your hands gripping them to keep me open and still, to allow your mouth to drink me in, because you were in complete control in that moment.

    The bite marks in strange places make me smile and moan as I remember your soft words as you marked me as yours.

    As I relax and soak in the water, my mind thrilled to belong to you,

  • A Man’s Hands.

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    Hands, I love a Man’s hands, They can be artistic with longer finger’s, stained with paint. They can be covered in grease from working with scar’s. They can be softer from writing and typing in the office all day. They can be large with thicker fingers, ruff from laying bricks or lifting weights. I don’t care how they look or feel, except, that they look and feel like the one’s that belong to the Man who has given them to Me for safekeeping.

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