Last week I posted an HNT photo of what I considered to be my biggest physical flaw. This week, I’ve posted one of my favorite body parts.
I love my hands. I think they fit my body perfectly. My fingers are long and thin, like the rest of me. I have soft, delicate, girlish hands accented by long, strong nails that are perfect for giving back scratches. They happen to be painted “blood red” right now, at Master’s order, drawing even more attention to them.
I’ve always found hands to be such an erotic body part. There’s so much you do with your hands in every day life, and so much you can do with them in intimate moments. There are so many ways that hands can touch you and so many places that they can find to touch. I love having my fingers licked and sucked; it sends shock waves and chills through my entire body. I love having my fingers intertwined with someone else’s. Your hands tell a story and say a lot about the kind of person that you are. You can tell so much about someone by simply looking at their hands.
Mine show the softness and girlishness about me. The manicured nails tell you that I care about what I look like and take pride in my appearance; I take care of myself. They’re small and delicate, like I am both inside and out. I am easily broken and tiny, just like my hands that beg to be taken by someone bigger and stronger than me. The dexterity and length of my fingers hints at talents you’ve not yet had the privilege of discovering. And, of course, when they’re idle they tend to find devilish trouble to get themselves into.
My hands speak volumes about the kind of person that I am, and I think they’re beautiful.