Gold Star Hands

“The hand is the tool of tools.”
~ Aristotle

I have no idea when I first started eroticising hands. There is no key moment or event that triggered the connection that I can point to and I don’t remember it being something that I found particularly hot when I was younger but it is most definitely a thing for me now and has been for a long time.

When Michael and I met online the first image I ever requested from him that was not just a face picture was of his hands. He seemed surprised by the request but in the morning I woke to a picture of one of his hands in my email. I can remember studying it intensely, the way the veins stood out slightly on the back of his hand, the short nails, the long thick fingers….. and what they might feel like pushing into my cunt.

That was only the first hand picture, after that I asked for one of him touching himself which he sent with along with a bonus picture of his cum on his hand. That one whilst not requested was insanely hot to me. There have been many more hand pictures since then and I have rubbed out many a desperate toe-curling orgasm to a great many of them thinking about those hands touching me, feeling for my breasts, rolling my nipples between thumb and forefinger, grabbing handfuls of hair, being pushed into my mouth to make me taste myself, digging into my flesh leaving finger marks on my thighs and arms and of course pushing into my hot wet cunt, sometimes deliciously slowly and other times hard and rough.

It’s always men’s hands. I do find all hands potentially sexy, delicate feminine hands with pretty nails are most definitely sexy but when it comes to hands that will have me dipping my own into my knickers it is always male hands. I think it is about contrast, power and strength against my softness. The idea that those hands can touch me with delicate caresses but if they so choose they can be used for much more brutal intent that will leave me bruised and raw is a dichotomy that speaks so directly to my kink that just writing that made my cunt twitch a bit.

Hands are so much a thing for me that I have even been known to become completely distracted by them. For some reason watching him use his hands, to type or fix something detailed and intricate can capture my attention and have me sitting here watching how his hands and fingers move and imagining them on me. It one of the things that can totally turn me on in public too. Out at dinner or in the pub, if I let me mind wander to those thoughts and reach out and touch his hands with mine, a little shiver of excitement will buzz through me. Those hands are gonna to do very bad things to me later and I am going to enjoy every moment of it

I couldn’t possibly write this post thought without mentioning the gold star of male hands and that is when they are firmly wrapped round a beautiful hard dick. Seeing him touch himself, the way he grasps his cock and how he slides his hand up and down, rolling the palm over the head of his dick and then back down again. That has to be the gold star of hand porn.