Rough Hands

...Before, then, only the gentleness of their fingers, one by one, dripping with sweet scented oils, pushing him over and over and over the edge until he pleaded, until he wept and begged and finally-...

(I'll be honest, I don't know why I wrote this or how the idea even came to be, but it did, so, yeah. Not sure yet if I'm going to turn it into an actual story. Mostly just trying out my "writing skills," if you could call them that. Hah. Constructive criticism would be appreciated though. So I guess if you have any thoughts or opinions you'd be willing to share, feel free to!)