Character: Gingy Created by Izayah Webster (aka IvySoar~ -w-)
When I was younger, I used to kiss everything.
The mirror, the wall next to my bed, my dolls...my hand
I didn't kiss my hand like how Prince Charming would delicately peck.
I made out with my hand.
Like it was my lover.
I saw it on TV
And I wanted to feel it
All I felt the smooth skin of my palm.
I only tasted the salt that was sweating from my palm as I pretended.
Feeling the wet, hot thing moving in directions that is indescribable.
How it tickled the lines of my palm.
"Maybe if I just imagined hard enough!"
I was dead wrong.
It felt weird and disgusting to pretend.
To lick my palm in such a manner.
I was desperate...and steamed up and ready for love.
And I was 9 when I started thinking about this.
What I didn't understand was that kissing doesn't make love in a relationship.
Making out with your hand will not make one happy.
If it did then everyone would be kissing and having sex their hands (no, masturbation is not the key to happiness, thank you very much)
What I am saying is... I was stupid and wrong.
And I am saying this to everyone who is making out with your hand.