This i had to write for my hands were examined at close quarters yesterday...no discomfort felt. The person was near blind and yes...told me truths i simply loved.

"My hands are not the finest nor the prettiest. They tell a story of a hard-worker who has never taken anything foregranted.
A background chosen to be part of those who may not be blessed with the fineties and opportunities of life that i had been born to.
My hands have had the pleasure of toiling at the soil when my feet were small, a child's innocence and joy fed by the sheer beauty Mother Nature can only offer.
And as i matured my Mother made a point of teaching me the rewards of knowing housekeeping....never did it cross my mind that it was undermining my femininity nor my self-worth. It spoke volumes of my self pride.
To cook and have my fingers burnt, stupidly grabbing at a pot hot or a pan still sizzling....yes, i cried for my hands hurt.
And with time these hands of mine had the privilege of learning what needed to be avoided yet, sort to know many a thing others would have considered silly and stupid....somewhere my wisdom of knowing how to be kinder to my hands short-wired....not registering.
Today my hands are not young hands, older looking than the years they have been part of me...but they good hands, strong hands, hands that can read a body naked, touch a face gentle, caress a crying baby to sleep...let another know through a sheer soft brush of the hand....i do care...i do know how u feel.
My hands are my precious...my tell of the world...a part of me that, in this space.....since the day i was born has been in the making.....to narrate stories to my registering brain and make me delve deeper in wanting to feel more and know more ....through touch."

My hands....my joy to share with you through touch sensual, erotic...caring."

A picture revealing on my Blog.

www.russian-bridgitte.simplesite.com

xxx
B.

Dearest Ms B

What a revealing piece you have written about your special hands.

To have them touched, felt and spoken about in such a unique way obviously had a rightful impression on you.

Some of us who have had the pleasure and measure of your hands ... the ones you show us in the picture which reveals such a gentle openness and soft invitation......

But....

As your hands have been with you through all your life of peaks and valleys, soft and hard times, happy and sad happenings, gentle and aggressive interludes, relaxed and hardworking stages of your life ..

... they do not only allow you to read through touching, feeling, stroking and sharing .....

... they also talk lovingly, sensually, erotically, softly, firmly and with so many expressive and different voices, shades and tones...

Through your touch, imparting so much of yourself,
your mind and your soul,
where you have come from,
who you are,
where you are going to and
how we gentlemen are all so important to you ...

... in your time and space past, present and future.

Till we share mutually touching humming moments.
Cw

Dear cwillie
I cannot but give homage to my hands. Simply. I love what i feel through them.

Till such a time and space...we share mutually again.

xxx
B.