I’ve always loved MrH’s hands. Before we started dating, I would watch him sat at the side of me in college as he typed on the computer, or played with his watch (he would unfasten and fasten it when he was bored). I would marvel at their size and the way the veins stood out. I would imagine them touching me, wondering what they would feel like. I’m sure you can appreciate it made for some very interesting lessons 😂.
I still spend time touching his hands. Mine feel so small in his, and yet when he squeezes my hand in his it conveys so many things, you’re mine, you’re loved, you’re safe… well that’s how it makes me feel anyway.
So my sinful Sunday picture today is very chaste by usual standards, but as I’m recovering from a surgical procedure MrH has forbidden any kinky fuckery until he’s satisfied I’m recovered sufficiently.
I can’t express properly how much I love this man.
To see who else is sinning this Sunday click the lips below 😊