Sex and Laughter: Lay Your Hands

Of late, my mind wanders to the thought of hands. Specifically, men's hands. The notion of how amazing they are overwhelms me. Noticing a man's hands is a new phenomenon, but now that I have discovered their powerful effect on me, I find myself focusing on them more often than not.

I'm taken by how different they can look from person to person. One man can have long, tapered hands while another's are more thick and substantial. Rounded nails grace the tips of fingers as often as squared off nails or nails nervously bitten to the quick. Tributaries of veins course over the top of a hand and knuckles rise like hills on the countryside. Some are weathered and rough, while others are unbelievably smooth. Hands have traveled, hands have lived. They have many stories to tell.

As you turn a hand over, the palm is exposed. The crevices, creases and cracks of the life lines and love lines are fascinating to me. Silky smooth surfaces are interrupted by callouses and blisters caused by hard work and hopefully even harder play. I love to gently trace my finger over a man's palm and imagine what was produced by those very hands.

From one man's hands, words spring forth which produce written work that is spellbinding. Imagining the fingers flying over the keyboard as the writer sits and puts thought into form is exciting. Another man might use his hands to create a work of art or piece of music. Watching a musician play an instrument, with their fingers dancing across the strings is a captivating and perfect example of how powerfully moving hands can be. Yet another man might utilize his hands to repair something or solve a problem and while not inherently glamorous, there is strength and beauty in what he does. All of it is incredibly sexy to me.

Especially sexy, though, is that lately I find myself imagining and enjoying how hands can make me feel. The thought of a strong hand, placed on the small of my back, firmly but gently guiding me into a room leaves me reeling, unsteady on my feet. Imagining a hand stroking my cheek and tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear makes me dizzy. A solitary finger, slowly outlining the curve of my lower lip then acquiescing as I open my mouth to playfully suck on it is simply intoxicating. Hands can be both strong and gentle at once. A playful squeeze or tweak can be followed by a caressing rub, causing me to melt on the spot. Hands can be leaders, as they boldly decide where to roam, where to explore, but can also relinquish and be followers too, allowing themselves to be willingly guided and directed. Endless are the opportunities that arise.

My mind staggers at the myriad of purposes the hands possess. Function and fun, practicality and playfulness; the hands are multitasking, multi-talented agents of product and pleasure. Ever thankful of the hands in my life, I appreciate and enjoy the accomplishments and magic they create.