somyhaloisslightlytilted: Your hands. The change they make in my mind as they travel across my skin.
somyhaloisslightlytilted: Your hands. The change they make in my mind as they travel across my skin. Those hands are a weapon for good. The sting, the hot red flush branded by your palm, the crop and whip brandished, the goosebumps; your fingertips in my hair that remind me that I am safe, that I am loved, that I am worth the world to you. I love your hands, Sir. May mine ever be bowed in respect at your feet, ready to give all I am to your pleasure. The look says it all!!! -- source link