My hand holds onto her’s. The loops of leather slip between two of my fingers and the chain they’re attached to pulls against the cuff on her wrist. The sleeve of her coat covering most of the evidence. The people in the train station around us have no idea. Let alone all the sexual paraphernalia in our suitcases.
This is how we decided to be while travelling to Eroticon. I always knew that going on a journey like this would worry littlegem. Quite frankly I’m happy to have this bond too, neither of us would go anywhere like this on our own. Making sure that we are always together is a priority and attaching ourselves in this way gives us both security, plus it’s a bit kinky.
Unfortunately being attached like this is highly impractical, especially if you have brought way too much stuff with you.
Note to self: suitcase with wheels next time.
After the journey in we didn’t chain ourselves together again. We still held on to each other’s hand despite our heavy bags, I don’t know who needed the support more (it was me). Especially when public transport doesn’t work how you want it to. There may have been times we had to rush around various train stations. Littlegem did well to settle me as I was in charge of transport.
We use our hands to communicate how we’re feeling. A quick squeeze asks if the other is ok. A reciprocal squeeze back confirms. We even used to have a more complicated system of squeezing fingers to communicate silently without anyone else noticing. The only one I remember now was a squeeze of the little finger says ‘I want to leave this situation’. Very handy during certain family events.
It may be very simple, but having that connection is important to maintain our intimacy. We spend a lot of downtime cuddling so when situations don’t allow that a hand to hold brings comfort.
There are some things about holding hands that I’d never thought of. One of which being that we always hold hands the same way. Gem’s arm goes in front of mine, which is unusual since I’m meant to be leading. However switching positions now just feels strange. We also almost always hold each others non-dominate hand (my right, her left) as I prefer it when walking with a pushchair.
It may not be super kinky, try as we might. But holding hands is another facet of our relationship that keeps us close.