I Fucking Love Hands

I fucking love hands. I have always said hands are really the same as someone's penis and/or the energy in our genitals. I love knowing those hands have touched everything. Fruit, keys, clothing, shampoo, doors, and of course yourself. I love the softness of a forearm's skin. The roughness of someone's fingers and or nail bed. The way their knuckles are prominent and sometimes forearms and the tops of hands can become vascular. I can't stop thinking of those hands all over my body. Exploring every inch. I like to think every tap to the music while you stare at me from across the bar is an invitation. Morse code. For my pussy to be lightly tapped by your fingers. Through my panties, through my jeans I don't care. Your hands are an extension of your sexual energy. Wet, dry, sticky, dirty, and clean. I want all of that on me!