By Harem
Date: 23 March 2001
~ Fingertips Can Tell ~
He was fascinated with my fingertips.
Obsessed might be a better word.
I manicure my finger nails, to a gentle curve
Somewhat pointed at the tip.
He kept pressing my pointed nails into his hand
And into his fleshy fingers.
He was fascinated with their shape and the feel of them
This was our fifth date.
We still had not progressed past the kissing stage.
And only lip on lip kissing at that.
My favorite.
I love the feel of lips pressed against mine.
Especially if his lips are chubby or full.......
MmMmMmMmMmMmMmMm
Don't let me get started here.... *Sigh.
A perfect gentleman in every way.
And I could tell that he really liked me.
He assured me that he was not going to rush me.
It would be when I was fully ready., and not before.
He also told me that he had to take a cold shower
Every night after our dates.
My hugs and kisses had done their job.
Ouch...
And so in the interim... we spent many evenings
in warm embraces, and soft kisses..
Just learning each other, and sharing our friendship.
But somehow I knew before hand, a Special Secret.
I could tell.
My finger tips could tell.
By the touch of his hands.
By the way he fondled my finger tips.
By his delicate touch, and constant attention to my finger tips.
I could tell that what was in store for me...
with him...
Would be fantastic beyond compare.
AND IT WAS ! ! ! !
My finger tips were RIGHT .......
They could tell.....
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