Big Hand Fetish

  I was going through some old pictures today from Raven's Tribute and some of the newer ones that she posted.  As I was looking at them I was thinking the ones that really take your breath away are the ones with her body or face in them.  In fact I found from some of the comments I have saved,  her saying the following.  Raven :  “I had fun taking the pictures with my significant other and although the pictures started with just hands I moved on to more pictures including my face and body.” Reading that now, it actually hurts a little bit. In a good way, but also in a frustrating way. It’s just too bad there aren’t more pictures of her with her body, because that is when the scale and beauty really shine for her big sexy hands. Just like her stories which I absolutely love  Raven's Latest Story Look, I know a lot of people in the hand fetish community are happy with just the isolated shots. A palm against a ruler? Classic. Spreading those long...

  Raven wrote about this recently, at least compared to her original content. It was about  Perspective . Not a performance. Not a story. Just Raven, thinking out loud, her mind moving like her beautiful long fingers..... slow, deliberate, turning an idea over and over until it caught the light. She wrote: “I think if you have a big hand and a tiny wrist, your hand will look extremely large. I think that all of the hand measuring discussions and debates basically come down to perspective.” I read it three times. Then I opened the picture she’d attached—one I’d seen before but never truly seen —and understood that Raven had just handed us the key to everything. Even Raven's wrist stops your breath. It’s impossibly slender, almost fragile, a delicate hinge of bone and skin that seems too slight to support the architecture rising above it. And above it, her BIG SEXY PALM. Good god, her palm. It spreads like a fan, wide and commanding! She’s right. She’s so fucking right it hu...

  Not sure when I really started to notice, feels like it has been my whole life.  I’ve always noticed eyes first, or at least I thought I did. Beautiful eyes and I am lost in them.  But there is one thing that I think I notice even more, yet there will be no poems written, a beautiful palm . When you interlace fingers with your lover and their hand just fits. Nothing makes me feel more connected. It’s not fetish, maybe a bit of kink since yes how many others feel like this? It the realization that something that was always there has such power. So yeah, eyes are nice. A beautiful smile can melt my heart. But the feel and look of her palm on me in bed, fingers relaxed just sends me. It’s not weird; it’s just that some of the most beautiful things in the world are taken for granted.   Raven has a great understand of this and can write on the subject far better than me, take a look at this site .   

  I arrived late to the party. I, probably like many of you stumbled onto Raven's Lair by searching for beautiful hands, or big hands, or even hand fetish (more of a hand kink). What I found wasn't just a sprawling digital archive. Most of the content looks like it was from the early 2000s or perhaps earlier. She has made slight come back or two, although there is some debate on that as well. If you are new, you are probably struck by the visuals. The hands. My god, the hands. . Long, elegant, powerful, capable of spanning an octave and a half on a piano or crushing the breath out of a narrative. The photos are mesmerizing. She has palms so beautifully shaped and large. Fingers that dwarf everyday objects. There is a photo of her holding an egg that makes it look so fragile and insignificant against her skin. For some reason long ago, things were great, until they were not. I have read  people's comments on why it all came to an abrupt end.  But it seems there never was a...

  Just found this great candid clip on youtube talking about hand fetishes and big hands specifically.  What she initially thought was just a personal physical trait became a point of unexpected online fascination.  I wonder how many other women out there have encountered hand fetish-type questions or comments on their social media? And yes, based on her own admission, she does seem to have some pretty big hands! She explicitly states, "I have freakishly large hands," . It's a quirky reminder that the internet is a vast and unpredictable place, full of unexpected interests and communities. Hopefully one day someone will find some of my content or links interesting. Just hoping to add something positive to the hand loving community.

  Reposting this from the now defunct Raven Tribute : By Julie Lombardo For years, I’ve been fascinated by hands. Not just the function but its beauty. Among all parts of the body, the hand feels most alive. Hands create, communicate and console. I think this hand is a perfect example of beauty and power.  This image is simple, a hand resting against a black background. Not posed or dramatic; instead, its quiet confidence. The skin glows with warm, peachy tones that softened toward the fingertips, the light catching on subtle curves that suggested vitality and softness at once. Harmony in Proportion The beauty of this hand lies in balance. The palm and middle finger are almost equal in length, around seven inches total. The fingers descend neatly in height, forming a natural rhythm rather than rigid symmetry. Each is elegant, with smooth joints and rounded tips. The Palm: Lines that Tell a Story The palm itself holds quiet complexity. The mounts are full but not exaggerated, g...

  So, this is it. My little corner of the internet, dedicated to… well, you read the title. Hands. Specifically, big hands. And even more specifically, the kind of generous, capable hands you find on a woman. I know, I know. It’s not exactly the usual topic of conversation over coffee. Most people probably haven't given it a second thought beyond whether someone's nails are done or their grip is delicate. But for me? It’s always been a thing. A quiet, persistent fascination that I've mostly kept to myself. Until now. There’s just something about them. The sheer scale. The way a large palm can cradle something, or how those long, strong fingers can span across a canvas, or effortlessly manage a complex piece of machinery. It’s not about brute strength, not in the way you might typically think. It’s the sense of inherent capability, of a quiet power that doesn't need to shout. A hand that looks like it could create something beautiful, nurture something fragile, or sim...