November 12th, 2005

Being the pervert that I am, while sitting at a café yesterday I found myself ogling at a woman's hands like it was some exposed sex organ. She had long fingers, and together with the veins, they suggested to me where they might've been, and what she's been doing with them. I felt myself becoming gently aroused as I saw the fingers rubbing her cunt, or stroking some stranger's cock, yanking the foreskin up and down, circling the swollen head, or simply rolling the meat around, stretching her cuntlips wide, stroking her sensitive clit, oiling her anus with her own cream, digging deep into her squishy hole, the tendons on her hand playing freely, giving rise to the prominence of the veins, the decisive in-out motions making faint little squelching noises, finally licking and sucking strings of her slime off those long, tapering fingers.