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Gross hand stuff (JJBA)
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Before I go on with this, it requires some explanation/context
Obviously, if you've seen my other posts, I'm into JJBA quite a bit, and layely, I've been writing about Kira. Now, this particular post is going to be ~fetishy~ and I figured I'd put this as a disclaimer I guess. I dunno. I guess I care too much. So, Kira has facinated me a lot since before I even started getting into JJBA, and that's because I accidentally found out about him through the one thing we have in common, which, of course, is fucking dumb and embarrassing fetish stuff. When I was younger, I used to have fantasies about keeping peoples amputated arms for myself and kissing up the hands and things similar to that. I think I first realized my thing for hands when I held my girlfriends hand up to kiss it for the first time and I just- enjoyed that, so to say. So now, if you haven't clicked off of this in disgust yet, I'm gonna use this disturbing man to vent my frustrations and post it online for the whole world to see because I'm pathetic and idiodic and my mental health is doing very bad right now due to some personal bad news.
Anyways, here I go:
Kira. Kira Yoshikage. Why do you inerest me so deeply? What twisted fate lead to our strange desires? I shoukd hate you. You're a monster. A disgusting perverted murderer. Yet here I am. Here I am in my head, picturing you. Your hands. Lightly worked and highly groomed. Very well taken care of. Much softer and smoother than my dry ones. You must moisterize them. I never use lotion. I hate the feeling of it on my fingers. Your fingers are wider than mine. And of elegant length. the knuckles are fairly boney, but not in a skeletal manner. Your fingers are well balanced. Your palms are firm the flesh at the balls of your thumbs are thick and chewable. I would bite them if I could. I would hold your hands to my face and take in the temperature. Would your hands be cold like your lonesome heart? Or hot like the passion of your desires? I wouldn't care. Both ideas excite me. I want to hold your hand. Squeeze the fingers in mine and massage the muscles. My mouth to your palm. My lips massaging it slowly while my tongue traces the creases. I wonder if you'd let me do that. Would you grow impatient? Annoyed? Disgusted, even? I would let your fingers feel around in my mouth. I want to taste your skin and bite your nails. I want to feel the textures of your fingerprints on my tastebuds. Hands. So beautiful. Masters at thousands of tasks, moving and working with percision and grace all day, every day. Five fingers curling and bending flawlessly. Humanity has taken the hand for granted. Nobody seems to realize the sheer beauty of them. How sensual they can be doing the simplest of things. But you understand, don't you, Kira Yoshikage?
Before I go on with this, it requires some explanation/context
Obviously, if you've seen my other posts, I'm into JJBA quite a bit, and layely, I've been writing about Kira. Now, this particular post is going to be ~fetishy~ and I figured I'd put this as a disclaimer I guess. I dunno. I guess I care too much. So, Kira has facinated me a lot since before I even started getting into JJBA, and that's because I accidentally found out about him through the one thing we have in common, which, of course, is fucking dumb and embarrassing fetish stuff. When I was younger, I used to have fantasies about keeping peoples amputated arms for myself and kissing up the hands and things similar to that. I think I first realized my thing for hands when I held my girlfriends hand up to kiss it for the first time and I just- enjoyed that, so to say. So now, if you haven't clicked off of this in disgust yet, I'm gonna use this disturbing man to vent my frustrations and post it online for the whole world to see because I'm pathetic and idiodic and my mental health is doing very bad right now due to some personal bad news.
Anyways, here I go:
Kira. Kira Yoshikage. Why do you inerest me so deeply? What twisted fate lead to our strange desires? I shoukd hate you. You're a monster. A disgusting perverted murderer. Yet here I am. Here I am in my head, picturing you. Your hands. Lightly worked and highly groomed. Very well taken care of. Much softer and smoother than my dry ones. You must moisterize them. I never use lotion. I hate the feeling of it on my fingers. Your fingers are wider than mine. And of elegant length. the knuckles are fairly boney, but not in a skeletal manner. Your fingers are well balanced. Your palms are firm the flesh at the balls of your thumbs are thick and chewable. I would bite them if I could. I would hold your hands to my face and take in the temperature. Would your hands be cold like your lonesome heart? Or hot like the passion of your desires? I wouldn't care. Both ideas excite me. I want to hold your hand. Squeeze the fingers in mine and massage the muscles. My mouth to your palm. My lips massaging it slowly while my tongue traces the creases. I wonder if you'd let me do that. Would you grow impatient? Annoyed? Disgusted, even? I would let your fingers feel around in my mouth. I want to taste your skin and bite your nails. I want to feel the textures of your fingerprints on my tastebuds. Hands. So beautiful. Masters at thousands of tasks, moving and working with percision and grace all day, every day. Five fingers curling and bending flawlessly. Humanity has taken the hand for granted. Nobody seems to realize the sheer beauty of them. How sensual they can be doing the simplest of things. But you understand, don't you, Kira Yoshikage?
