Hands are beautiful. To my mind they can be one of the sexiest things about a person. The way they gesture to highlight playful flirtation, the skilled things they do like driving or playing Xbox. The ways you can use them to touch and pinch and smack and stroke… Mmm.
Alongside the sexiness of hands, I’m a big fan of the way in which things like watches can draw attention to sexy movements (like wearing a watch while wanking, for instance). So when Monica got in touch to explain how rings accentuate the hotness of hands, naturally I could not resist the opportunity to share in her deliciously hot thoughts about them…
Sexy hands with rings
Hmmm, probably nothing.
There it was again, too quick to make out.
Coming out of a kiss.
This time, much much slower.
I finally clock it. On his fourth finger. Silver, metal. Ring.
It takes me a moment then it dawns on me, it’s his new engagement ring. It’s the first time I’ve seen it.
Someone I date recently got engaged and I am/was happy for him and my metamour. We celebrated together, it was a great thing and nothing had changed really. I’d seen him since the engagement, sans ring. It wasn’t something I had particularly thought about, like I said, nothing had changed really.
Until I saw him the next time and he had his ring on.
Compersion is a beautiful thing. The ring was almost the ultimate manifestation of compersion for me. I cooed and gushed over it/him. It was perfect on him, it really was. I was so excited, and then I realised I was more than excited. I was turned on. I was looking at his hands, the ring, ring on finger – savouring the snug fit. It was just the right colour, thickness, lightness. It made his hands look different, stronger, more mature(?), elegant, sexy, they moved more, they had more life. It was a beautiful heady mix of all these things and something extra, but whatever it was, I wanted him, I wanted his hands on me.
I caught myself twitching in my seat, drinking him in with my eyes, biting my lips, getting wet. This always happened with him but this time, it was different. We were catching up in a busy bar but I was struggling to pay attention. I wanted him. No, more specifically, I wanted him to touch me with his hands, specifically the one with the ring on. All I could do was get flashes of what I wanted him to do to me – stick his fingers in my mouth, grip my neck firmly with his hand, spank my bottom firmly with his hands, play with my pussy with his hands, push my head down into the bed, pull my ass up high and hold on tightly with his hands on my hips while he fucked me deeply from behind.
You get the picture. I enjoyed imagining all these things but I also enjoyed the thought of the metal on my skin, the thought of my spit and pussy juices on his fingers and ring.
Simply put, it was all kinds of hot! *insert flame emoji here*
Now I’d love to finish off this story by saying we had fucking amazing hot sex that day but we didn’t. *cries*. We did cuddle close that evening, his hands on my hips as we both drifted to sleep, and whilst it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as the hot sex I’d imagined, I still got an electrifying buzz out of that ring on my naked skin.
Looking back, I wonder if he would have left his ring on during sex? A part of me would have been disappointed if he hadn’t. But I will say it’s made me realise that I’ve always had a thing for rings or people with rings (shoutout to women with rings – you are beautiful creatures that make me weak at the knees in a way that I can’t even begin to explain) and never realised. Maybe it’s stemmed from having a preference for older people (they tend to have rings and/or are married) or dating engaged/married people. Whatever it is, I like it.
Monica has donated her guest blog fee to the official Pulse fundraiser run by Equality Florida, to support the victims of the shooting in Orlando, as well as their friends and family. Please click on the link if you’d like to donate too.