I wonder what it is about a hand in the hair that is such a trigger. I know, it’s almost a cliche, but still, cliche or not, that is one of those simple things almost guaranteed to make me wet, make me limp, make my knees weak.
What I like about this image is not just his hand in my hair, though. It’s my hand, clawing at his leg, holding on for dear life.
(There’s a click-thru that shows another image of a hand, his hand on my flesh, gripping me, that makes my belly do flip-flops. And yes, it’s partly the whipmarks, and the remembered feel of them on my skin, but mostly…it’s his grip that gets me.)
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