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Flesh. Say the word. What does it sound like? Imagine flesh. What does it look like? Touch Flesh. What does it feel like? Flesh.

My Left Palm

Using my middle finger I stoke the palm of my hand that it is attached to. I do not look at my hand whilst I do this. The skin is tight and wrinkled. It feels sticky, the finger doesn’t glide over the skin- instead it jitters and drags. A slight hardness from the nail touches the palm as the finger curls inwards. Over and over I stroke the area; it feels less and less like the flesh belongs to me. It begins to tingle and warm. My thumb starts to ache: forced to be stretched in an unnatural position whilst my finger explores the space. I press harder to experience the act from my fingers points of view. I feel the scratch but the tingle becomes indistinguishable between the subject and the recipient. There becomes a joint pins and needles, in which the only thing that is felt is the drag on the surface, and the flexing of tendons in surrounding areas to what is participating in the action. The skin on skin no longer feels like skin, it becomes mechanical material.

My Right Cheek

With the back of my hand I touch my cheek. It is so soft and so warm; it feels clean and perfect, smooth and pretty. I do not need to see my cheek to know how it feels. I now use my tongue to feel the inside of my cheek. It is soft but not in the same way. I can feel teeny tiny ridges, like furry fuzz, but slimy. Not slimy wet. My tongue slides off the wall of my cheek, the wall is curved, muscles inside determine its contours. My tongue aches from being held in the cheek punching position. It starts to hurt my jaw, as if it’s going to pop out. The cheek that is being pressed also starts to hurt, the flesh is being pushed out of its comfort zone. The longer this action takes place the more my tongue starts to itch. The inside of my cheek is relatively warm, I can picture it a dark red. The immediate pressure point on the cheek is like latex, slightly rubbery or plastic-like, whilst the surrounding areas are foamy. Using my fingers on the outside of my cheek, I feel the itchy tongue pressing on the soft skin. It is strong and hard, the flesh manoeuvres stretchily over the tongue. It feels like a robust eye ball, with a thick eyelid over the top.

Crossed Legs

My legs are crossed at the ankles. Thinking about the heated skin on skin, I begin to notice the weight pressing on my right ankle. I feel as though my legs are being stretched, stretched at the ankles pulling my feet off. Simmering my toes and tearing my thighs and knees.

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*Disclaimer: None of the video footage or photography includes any sexual content, they consist of arms, legs, shoulders, bellies, hands and feet. No pubic regions have been included.