Those Hands

Here's a companion piece to His Hands. William's thoughts.

Those Hands

by Dizzy

He stands still, giving me the chance to explore all the textures of his body. The softness of his hair; the bristle of stubble, the sinewy muscles in his neck and his shoulders, my hands slide down his body. The hard muscle in his biceps, the coarse hair on his forearms, down to his hands. Aww, those hands. Calluses on the palm, long fingers, and blunt cut fingernails. Those hands can rain down in a flurry of spanks, perversely giving me pain and comfort. Those hands bring me to heights of pleasure as they in turn explore my own body.