What it feels like for a girl......

I look at people’s hands when I first meet them. From the perfectly manicured, to the rough and ready. Sometimes the skin on hands is soft, delicate, supple; sometimes it is dry and calloused with engrained dirt staining the ridges. Hands speak so much about their owner. They betray all kinds of secrets if you look close enough. Everything else can be covered up but the truths of your life are in your hands.

Hands turn me on. To see someone skilled with their hands, deft with their fingers is the ultimate seduction. Everyday tasks make me think of sex. To see fingers flying over a keyboard, preparing food, catching a ball in sport. There is not a specific type of hand that I find more attractive than another. I love to watch long delicate fingers and imagine them playing with me. I love to see strong tough hands that look like they will savage me and I will still feel them the next day. When I fancy a girl I imagine her hands fucking me. How it will be. How it will feel when she pushes her hand into me. My cunt tingles at the thought.

Sometimes I look at men’s hands. I’m not attracted to men but sometimes I look at their hands. I’m intrigued by massive hands. I imagine their hands in me, fucking me, fisting me, breaking me. Could I take that much in me? Would it hurt too much to be pleasurable? Maybe it should stay in the realms of fantasy.

My girlfriend’s hands are big for a girl. Strong and sexy. My cunt aches for them. I submit totally to her and only her. Before her I was always dominant. Always guarded, never truly let myself go sexually. Never properly gave myself up 100% to be fucked. Everyone thinks I’m the dominant one in our relationship. I like to let them think that. She’s the innocent little lamb who I corrupted. And maybe I did initially, but now the tables have turned. Even when I top her, I know how things are. I know that when we are alone together I will lie back and open my legs for her. I know I will beg her to fuck me. Plead with her to put her hand in me. To fill me. To satiate my hunger. I know that I will do absolutely anything she asks, and whatever she wants to do to me, I will let her. I will make myself vulnerable to her. Exposed. I will show aspects of my personality that even I never knew existed. I’ll become someone I don’t even recognise. All because I need to have her fist inside me.

She often starts on top of me, kissing me, her golden hair falling all over my face. Her pierced tongue pushing into my mouth, teasing me with the thought that soon she will be pushing it into my cunt. Her breasts brush against mine and my nipples are hard for her. She moves her breast to my face and my lips reach for her nipple, almost infantile, weak, dependent on her for succour. I feel her thigh against my cunt and I feel impatient. I want her hand in me right now. I don’t want to wait. My body quivers and shakes with the feel of her all over me. Her heat, her electricity and her promise. She moves down my body biting my neck, biting my nipples sending waves of desire straight to my very core. She licks me, long and slow, laps at my wetness, pushes her tongue inside me. Very skilled with her tongue, warming me up, toying with my clit. She loves the taste of me. I like to watch her sometimes when she licks me, her beautiful face pushed deep into the folds of my cunt. Her eyes closed, deep in concentration. Her hair messed up, wet with my juice. She pushes her tongue further into me. And then I come. And squirt in her mouth. And she licks more intently, with a serious look on her face like she wants to swallow all my come. She never will. I’m so wet for her and I’ll keep getting wetter the more she tongues me. I’ll keep squirting in her mouth. I love her tongue.

She sits up on her knees and I know it is time. My body shivers again in anticipation. She pulls my hips to her and pushes my thighs further apart. I want to wrench my legs from my body to give her easier access to my yearning core. My cunt oozes and bubbles as my lips are pulled apart. Come drips down over my asshole. I look up at her, ultimately submissive, defenceless, naked and open. Completely hers. I know she loves having that power over me. Being the only one who does. The only one who knows me like this. My body literally aches for her. And then she touches me and my heart leaps. She runs a finger down my wetness and I feel it everywhere. She touches and teases and plays and my body convulses and I gasp and I open my legs further. To their limits. I beg. I beg her for her hand in me. She knows the power she holds in her hands. She feeds me slowly one finger at a time. My hungry cunt takes each one and wants more. I can’t wait. I want her whole hand in me more than I have ever wanted anything in my life. I want that feeling of complete fullness. That incomparable feeling.

And then she is pushing her hand into me, I feel the resistance as her knuckles hit my opening. It hurts. But I don’t want her to stop. She pushes harder forcing my body to submit to her. To relinquish and let her in. Let her penetrate me. Let her do anything she wants to me. I wince at the pain but suddenly the intensity of the act overpowers any pain. The intensity of everything I feel for her and everything I am for her is pulsing through my veins in those seconds as her hand violates my body. Suddenly I feel her slide in, past the point of resistance into my dark heat. I imagine my swollen pussy stretched around her wrist and I know I am hers completely. I come again and know she will feel it pulsing and wet all over her hand.

I’m filled completely. I realise that my day to day existence is missing something when her hand is not inside me. My body has a dull emptiness and aches for her when she is not in me. The intensity of feeling as her hand moves inside me is everything. Tiny movements and I feel them everywhere. Waves of pleasure flow through my body. My muscles, my bones, my blood. I come and come and come again. The world doesn’t exist any more, I am floating in another world, my eyes are closed and only me, her and this exist.

She pulls slowly out of me and pushes back in, recreating the magic of pushing into me. My muscles relax after orgasms too numerous to count. Relax and give her total access. Her fingers are curled inside me, she begins to fuck me harder, in and out, hammering me. I hear sounds come from my lips that nobody would believe were mine. Cries, shrieks, yelps. I feel the heat from her pounding rushing through my body, over my chest, over my face.

I feel release. Utter release and abandon. Rush after rush, more addictive than any drug. I’m lost in the moment higher than ever before.

And then it stops. There is quiet. My body involuntarily spasming. Her hand still in me as she lies on top of me and kisses me. Pushes her pierced tongue into my mouth. And I’m lost. Given to her. Completely hers.

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