Confession of a Fetishist

A couple of days ago I found out that my significant other is left-handed. It's news for me! Inspite of our 18-year acquantainceship, I never noticed that he is left-handed. As left-handed people always interest me (I know, I know, so yesterday, aren't I?), such a "discovery" excites me (not in that way, people, mind you!).

Especially since I possess a sort of fetishism of... his hands.

Yes, I am a freak, for having this particular love for his hands! Everytime we chat with our webcams on, I crave for the sight of that body part of his. He used to be a swimming athlete, and still regularly practices, so you can imagine the firmness and strength of those muscles. Hm, better not feed you more on that, some of you will end up drooling over something you haven't even seen! I will, for sure, but they are mine, right?

I can't remember when I developed this affection toward his hands, but believe me guys -- weird as it may sound -- I don't ask for a photo of them, keep it everywhere I go, or dream about them. Nah. So I think it's pretty normal.

I have to admit, though, that it did come to my mind, the thought of getting the pic of those beloved hands and release it along with this posting. But I decided against it shortly -- I don't want to share them with public. I'm a bit possessive on this. *wide grin, blushes*

Oh, he'd kill me had he learnt I have written something about this! Hehehe... For those who know him too, please keep your mouth zipped, will ya? Peace, Fellas!