Quote by Dark Calling

“He touched me with such reverence, his fingertips light and curious as they cruised up my spine while his mouth was bold and knowing,…

— Linda Kage

“I watched him now, his hands working gingerly, as if he were learning to use them for the first time. He could not press…

— Mitch Albom

“He was not tall, but the fingers that held his hat against his overcoat were exceptionally long and thin. She saw how they moved…

— Alice McDermott

“His hands were no bigger than a four-year-old girl’s. It was surreal. This massive authoritative figure, with a huge red meaty face and thick…

— David Foster Wallace

“Those clever hands began to smooth up and down my spine, one of his habitual gestures. He traced the indentations of my vertebrae with…

— Zoë Sharp

“What did my fingers do before they held him?”

— Sylvia Plath

“At the height of his fame, he would reassure his audience: “You’re not alone—give me your hands” [61], and then stretch out his own…

— Peter Doggett

“His hands, swinging curve-fingered at his sides, looked like they were molded of brown clay by a sculptor who thought big and liked veins.…

— Richard Stark

“With a bashful smile, Maddie set down her wine glass. She touched a fingertip to her collarbone, idly stroking up and down the slender…

— Tessa Dare

“The warmth of his mouth bloomed across my hand, and his nails skimmed across the inside of my wrist. Such great sensation from so…

— Saundra Mitchell

“I loved so many things about him: that his fingers were always stained with paint or charcoal; his casual sense of humor and that…

— Rebecca Maizel

“A prickle of awareness made the hairs at the back of his neck stand. A deep chill sank into his flesh to settle around…

— Pamela K. Kinney, "Let Demon Dogs Lie," Southern Haunts: Devils in the Darkness