I have always been told I’m good with my hands. Growing up on a farm teaches you to be resourceful, and since we had little, we had to make do and mend. My hands are my favourite feature. They’re soft, and they get a little clammy, but this only makes them warmer. And for the last year and a half, my right hand has been home to a simple gold wedding band.
For context, I’m a Filipina in my early 20s. I have a round face with glasses, and I wear my hair in a bob. I have a curvy figure, with a chubby arse and chubby thighs, and big boobs (36G y’all). My hubby once said, “Come for the breats, stay for the cooking.” He’s an Englishman, a few years older, tall, with a dad bod and short blonde hair. And of course, a matching gold band on his right hand as well.
One day, as I was preparing the evening meal, my husband returned home with a familiar look in his eye. He grabbed me by the waist, looked me in the eye, and said-
“Take your knickers off”.