Erotic stories about hands: fingers, grip, and the way someone touches. Adult women write about the hands they notice first and what those hands did later.
Dusk sat on the porch and would not cool down. My boots were off. Three glasses of water lined the rail, sweating, because Ray had filled them before he sat.…
I sat on the mud-room bench with the chore coat open and one foot in a basin of clean water. Garden clogs beside me, caked, not coming into the house.…