Q: What are Your Hands Like?

A: My hands? I have never really thought about my hands. They are nor­mal men’s hands, I sup­pose. I work at a com­puter all day so they are not par­tic­u­larly cal­loused or rough. Sev­eral women have said that they like my hands, but I have never under­stood what, exactly, made them spe­cial. Each one has five fin­gers and they are not very small but not very large, either.

My hands are quite sen­si­tive and touch is a pri­mary sense for me. I like to say that I see a woman with my hands. I like soft­ness and I tend to pre­fer a woman being bare-​legged than wear­ing panty­hose because hose tend to be rough in tex­ture, not at all soft like her own skin. In the same vein, a Cash­mere sweater, or even bet­ter, a Cash­mere sweater dress, is pure Kryp­tonite for me; my hands will not leave that soft Cash­mere until you pry them lose. I mean it; put Cash­mere over soft breasts and my brain sim­ply goes kaput.

My fin­gers really enjoy the inside of a woman; I will pen­e­trate her any­where and any­way I can. I like fin­ger­ing because although the penis glans is extremely sen­si­tive, it does not con­vey detail. You can feel a woman’s warmth and wet­ness and soft­ness, and it will short-​circuit your brain, but you can­not tell what she feels like inside. My fin­gers allow me to explore her and mar­vel in her body, inside and out. I can­not believe that peo­ple can­not find the g-​spot; they must not have done much explor­ing. There is a whole world to explore inside a woman.

When I am excited my hands will often travel up to a woman’s throat, to grip her and ensure she can­not get away. I do not feel a need to choke her, but the sym­bolic dom­i­nance of hav­ing her vul­ner­a­ble throat in my hands feels incred­i­bly good. They also enjoy the give of breasts and have been guilty of pulling and twist­ing nip­ples very enthu­si­as­ti­cally. I am an ass-​man who loves breasts, so I am pretty much all over the place.

Spank­ing? You bet your ass! (He he, couldn’t resist. True, though.)

In the theme of soft­ness, I am mes­mer­ized by a woman’s hair, and my hands will find their way into it, pet­ting it and, yes, pulling it. It is so sat­is­fy­ing to con­trol a woman’s head by her hair when you kiss her. I doesn’t mat­ter that she wouldn’t pull away, I am not about to take any chances. Besides, it is so sat­is­fy­ing.

I guess I am gen­er­ally very touchy-​feely with a woman. All of her is soft and smooth and I just can­not get enough of that. To absent­mind­edly trace her neck and col­lar bones, to graze her cheek with my knuck­les, to stroke her hair, to hold her wrist or her hand…