I usually don't take challenges like this, but what the Hell.









Cold Hands, Cold Comfort

After such an intense orgasm, she should have been panting heavily; however,
she lay unnaturally still, the rise and fall of a chest filling with air
curiously absent.
It obviously wasn't because she was alone. She had never needed a man to
give herself pleasure.  So what was wrong? Was it the setting? No, she had
always found it best to do these things in the bedroom where she was. Was it
her body? Preposterous, her body had reacted in the way it always did when
it was called for this task.
Then she thought of what had brought the whole experience on. She lifted her
hands to her face and looked at them closely. They were very slim hands. At
a glance they would even be called weak, but these were hands that could cut
a circle in a man's stomach as fast as the blink of an eye. These were hands
that could mix cures for ailments and diseases.
These were miraculous hands.
She drew them closer to her face to feel the warmth from them and found only
coldness. They were not hands that could caress, they were not hands that
could hold. They were merely tools.
Tools that could easily do most tasks. Tools that could even give pleasure
until that is you find out what they are.

Until I find better things to write about. Ja ne.