We like the things society tells us to like. Big tits, skinny waist, nice legs, firm ass. Beautiful face. Perfect flowing hair. Some people have fetishes. They like feet, hairy pussy, hairy armpits. But I like fingers. Because the fingers are the tools she uses when she masturbates. And so when I shake a woman’s hand, or I watch a woman wrap her hands around dumbbells at the gym, I close my eyes, even if for a second, to picture her rubbing her pussy, shoving her fingers inside of herself, licking them clean, writhing, moaning, squeezing her breasts with her other hand as she gets herself off.
I wonder why we don’t look at fingers more often. They are, after all, the one thing that has direct daily contact with her pussy, rubbing her clit, burying them inside of herself. And maybe, just maybe, as the right hand focuses on the clit, the left hand reaches underneath, between her legs, and inserts one finger inside of her asshole just as she reaches climax. She trembles, groans, gasps as she crumbles under the pleasure of an orgasm. She washes the scent of her cunt from her fingers and collapses onto the sofa in her favorite PJs, flushed, relieved, content.