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Intimate Touches - part 1
You adjust your dress nervously as you enter the party, scanning the room for familiar faces. The music is loud, and people are laughing and chatting animatedly. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. I hope I don’t embarrass myself tonight…
As you make your way towards the bar, you spot a tall, dark-haired man leaning against the wall, watching the crowd with an amused expression on his face. His eyes meet yours, and he smiles. You feel a flutter in your stomach as you smile back, then quickly look away, blushing.
“Can I get you a drink?” The man’s voice is deep and smooth, like silk against your skin. You turn to see him standing beside you at the bar, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Um, sure,” you stammer, trying not to stare at his lips as he speaks. “A glass of white wine would be great.”
He orders your drink and introduces himself as Kincaid. You shake his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity run through you at the touch of his skin. Wow, he has really nice hands…
Kincaid leads you to a quiet corner, where you can hear each other better. As you talk, you notice that he keeps finding subtle ways to touch your hands – brushing his fingers against yours or gently grasping your wrist. Each time it happens, your heart races and your cheeks flush with heat.
“So what brings you to this party?” you ask, trying to focus on the conversation. “Do you know the host well?”
Kincaid shrugs. “I’m just here for a good time,” he says with a wink. “And I have to say, meeting you has definitely made my night more interesting.”
You feel your face grow even warmer as you smile awkwardly. He must think I’m such an idiot…
As the evening wears on, Kincaid’s touches become more frequent and more intimate. You find yourself unable to resist the urge to return his caresses, tracing your fingers along the back of his hand or lightly squeezing his wrist. The sensation is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before – both thrilling and deeply satisfying.
“I’ve never met anyone with hands like yours,” Kincaid whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I can’t help but want to touch them more.”
Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in closer, his hand lightly grazing yours. You look down at your intertwined fingers and blush, overwhelmed by the intensity of your desire.
You and Kincaid are sitting on the edge of the bed, facing each other with your hands intertwined. The atmosphere is thick with sexual tension as you stare into each other’s eyes, both of you aware of the shared passion for hands that has brought you together in this private room.
Your heart races as Kincaid leans in and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue traces the outline of your mouth, sending shivers down your spine. When he pulls away, you’re both breathless.
“I can’t believe how much I want to touch you,” Kincaid whispers, his voice low and husky. “Your hands are so beautiful.”
You blush at the compliment but can’t help but feel a sense of pride in your secret kink finally being appreciated.
“I’ve always been attracted to hands,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. “The shape, size, and texture … they just do something to me.”
Kincaid smiles, his eyes filled with understanding. “I know exactly what you mean,” he says. “For me, it’s not just about the visual appeal – though that’s certainly part of it – but also the way hands can be used to touch and tease.”
You nod in agreement as Kincaid takes your hands in his, gently massaging your palms with his thumbs. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and you can’t help but moan softly.
“I want to show you how incredible it can be when two people share this kink,” Kincaid says, his voice low and seductive. “Are you ready?”
You nod eagerly, your breath coming in short gasps as anticipation builds within you.
Kincaid stands up and helps you to your feet. He guides you to the center of the room, where he takes both of your hands in his and raises them to his lips, kissing each knuckle tenderly. The intimate gesture sends a shiver through you, and you feel yourself growing wet with desire.
“Close your eyes,” Kincaid whispers.
You do as he says, feeling a thrill of excitement course through you as you surrender to his touch. You hear him move around the room, and then you feel something soft and velvety being placed over your eyes – a blindfold.
“Now, I want you to focus on your sense of touch,” Kincaid says, his voice close to your ear. “Let me guide you through this experience.”
He takes your hand and leads you back to the bed, helping you to sit down. You feel him shift behind you, and then his hands are on your shoulders, gently massaging the tension out of your muscles. His touch is firm but gentle, and you can’t help but let out a contented sigh as he works his magic.
As Kincaid’s hands move down your arms, you feel yourself growing more and more aroused. He takes your hands in his again, intertwining your fingers and guiding them to different parts of his body – his chest, his stomach, his thighs. With each touch, you learn more about the contours of his body and the way he responds to your caresses.
Eventually, Kincaid releases your hands and moves back in front of you. He takes off the blindfold, and you blink a few times as your eyes adjust to the light. When your vision clears, you see him standing before you, his chest heaving with exertion and his blue eyes dark with desire.
“Now it’s your turn,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Show me what you want.”
You take a deep breath, feeling a surge of confidence as you reach out and touch the soft skin of his forearms. You trace the outline of his muscles with your fingertips, marveling at the way they respond to your touch. As you move higher, you can’t help but notice the growing bulge in his pants – a testament to his arousal.
Kincaid moans softly as you continue to explore his body with your hands, and you feel a thrill of power coursing through you. You realize that you have complete control over his pleasure, and the thought is intoxicating.
As you touch him more intimately, Kincaid’s breathing becomes ragged, and he leans in close to whisper in your ear. “I want you to know how good it feels when I touch you,” he says. “I want to give you the same pleasure you’re giving me.”
With that, he takes your hands in his and leads you back to the bed. He helps you lie down on your back, and then he begins to explore your body with his hands – tracing the curves of your hips, caressing your breasts, and teasing your nipples until they’re hard and aching for his touch.
You arch your back and let out a moan as Kincaid’s fingers find their way to the sensitive spot between your legs. He strokes you gently at first, but when you beg him for more, he doesn’t hesitate to give it to you. His fingers dance over your clit, and you can feel an orgasm building within you – a wave of pleasure that threatens to consume you whole.
“Kincaid,” you gasp, your hips bucking against his touch. “I’m going to—”
But before you can finish your sentence, the orgasm crashes over you, and you cry out in ecstasy as your body trembles with pleasure. Kincaid doesn’t stop until the last wave of your climax has passed, and then he collapses next to you on the bed, his chest heaving with exertion.
“That was … incredible,” you manage to say between breaths.
Kincaid smiles at you, his eyes filled with desire. “It’s only just begun,” he says, leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. “I can’t wait to see where this journey takes us.”
As you share this intimate moment with Kincaid, you know that you have found someone who truly understands and appreciates your kink for hands. Together, you have discovered a new level of intimacy that goes beyond just physical attraction, and you can’t help but feel excited about the future – about all the ways you’ll continue to explore each other’s desires and fantasies in the days and nights to come.