Mar 18, 2018
❤ hand
Send one of the following for your muse to…❤ - kiss my muse on the [hand]
It’s embarrassing, but not unpleasant, to be doted upon in such a way. Her cheeks fill with color as Elizabeth presses her lips to the back of her hand, unused to being touched where gloves so often cover her skin. She twitches her fingers beneath her girlfriend’s affections, making a soft noise within the back of her throat.
“Aaa... L--iz.” Her hand turns over, reaching to gingerly cup Elizabeth’s chin. The side of her face is so soft... Fran pets the skin there in short, repetitive strokes, soothed by how it feels beneath the pads of her fingers.