This isn’t about bondage. I ain’t got time to fiddle with ropes and knots when I can be
This isn’t about bondage. I ain’t got time to fiddle with ropes and knots when I can be getting to the rough fucking with Cum Hungry. This is about something else… I’m not sure how it came up. We were lying in bed and Cum Hungry had some kind of indentions in her skin from the way her shirt pressed against here while sleeping. I started rubbing the indented lines in her skin. She asked what I was doing. “I’ve just always had this thing where I am fascinated when patterns are pressed into skin from clothes or whatever.” “Shut up!” she tells me. “I’ve loved feeling those indentions since I was a kid.” “Me too!” I said. “There is something calming with rubbing my fingers over and over when there are lines like that in skin.” We then spend the next hour or so googling to see if that was a thing. Our search was fruitless. Just another odd thing we have in common. Now in the mornings when she finds she has lines pressed in her skin, she takes my hands and places it on them so I can caress them over and over. Anyone know what this quirk is? Is it an actual thing? -- source link