What I notice —
besides the rigid give and the satin smooth-hard, the baby-oil-slick slide and the swell-to-fill response to my grip
— is how different it feels.
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Situated facing him, with my left hip next to his, I am committing this act of carnality with a different muscle group than usual: I am using – entirely, with no help from the dominant right side – my left (and only my left) hand.
This is the hand that typically supports. That adds-to or enhances, that extra-izes. It is the hand that normally fondles or rubs in secondary spots while the right hand strokes. But today, my left hand ~ my non-dominant hand ~ is doing one job — the whole job, the hand job — all by itself.
And it is different.
The pressure and twist, the knead and rub, the light-hold up-down glide and stroke…
It is different.
My motions are similar but also opposite — a turning of the left wrist inward will produce a slightly different sensation than that of the right, yes? — and, because my left hand does not have the same level of dexterous fitness as my right, it is lighter somehow.
Lighter in pressure, in squeeze.
Slower, but still varied in speed.
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I recognize the difference in texture. In grip.
In the empty space on my ring finger where I have absented my marital jewelry for the evening.
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All these are minor things; yet small changes often produce big results.
And — because/regardless — though the path we traveled to reach our destination was altered slightly…
Let’s just say we arrived.
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for
With a nod to Snake and Charmer at Steeled Snake, whose monthly A-to-Z prompt is currently “It’s getting hot in here…”
…which was, once upon a time, the tag line on this little blog of mine…
…back when it was more often filled with posts like this.
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Saturday Night Fever is my weekly posting project for 2021. I don’t have a photo to accompany this particular bit of shared warmth, but you may feel free to see here if you’d like to visualize the… err… instrument I was playing. 😉
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I’ve always considered my left hand as ballast.
Ah, yes. One hand to stabilize, one to steer? 😉
There was an old joke among guys back in the 80s I think about how masturbating with one’s left hand made it seem like someone else was doing it.
And I’m pretty serious that while perfectly healthy, my left hand is practically useless for anything other than keeping my body balanced left to right. All my interests, sports, and abilities are right-hand activities. I can’t even drive a stick because my left hand and left foot are so uncoordinated.
I can see that. (And may be that’s why more than one guy I know is right-handed but uses their left to wank with?)
I am somewhat ambidextrous — my left is weaker for sure, but fully coordinated with gross motor movements. I used to drive my tennis coach crazy when I played in high school, because instead of using a backhand stroke when the ball was coming on my left, I’d often just switch the racket to the other hand. *laugh*
My left hand is hopeless – BIKSS *has* told me that he has switched hands before, when um, self-servicing.
And the thought “maybe I should start practising” began to form in my mind and then I promptly crushed up that idea cos I really can’t be arsed. I’ll just stick to my right hand TYVM.
Haha!
If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it! 😉
My left hand would definitely not be very helpful. I tend to use it just to balance myself. LOL.
I remember that being on your blog now that you say it! But at 112 for each day this week here, it is definitely hot in here.
I would love to have 100 degree heat right now! We’re in the midst of our Junuary gloom; I think the high over the weekend was 59.
And while most menopausal women get all kinds of hot (flashes), my body does a fabulous imitation of a frozen meat locker right now, so…
Yeah.
Lol.
Trade ya!
I can go leftie on myself but for whatever reason, using it on BG turns me into the most inept lover evah.
Fortunately, that male “there’s a hand on my dick!” reaction is infinitely less critical
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Hahaha! YUS, there is something to be said for the “Woohoo! She’s touching my bits!” response. 😉
haha BIKSS reassures me all the time that it doesn’t matter what the mouth / tongue / hand is doing, all the guy really cares about is “she’s touching my dick!” LOL
Good for you and Smotch!
Storm is a lefty …… and he hangs a bit to the left as well. 🙂 When we were dating and first married, I would ask him how things were going like this, “How’s it hangin’?” and without fail, he would answer, “To the left!”
I primarily use my right hand to give him hand jobs, but I am sure I switch to the left when it gets tired or I need a different angle. The way you did it all South Paw does sound like a different experience for your guy. Yay!
Windy
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I don’t know if he noticed. Lol. It was definitely different for me though! 😉
I am a little ambidextrous TBH – do some things with my left – some with my right and some with both lol
May x
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“Some things,” eh? 😉
I am a bit like May, although mostly left handed, there are some things (often the stronger but less nimble things) which I do with my left. I have partially done hand jobs utilizing my left, but it doesn’t have the stamina. Like you say – I employ it for the extra enhancements.
I linked up to Saturday Night Fever with my medium a/c rather than my blog this week.
https://medium.com/be-loved/sweet-surrender-fe4e97ab4ece
I was able to read your post on Medium but it won’t let me clap or comment.
I hope people will click through to some of your stories after reading the snippets! 🙂