I set you down on the table in front of me and really start showing off my tail tapping skills. I can tap with both hands simultaneously, I can tap out different beats and rhythms, or I can take it slow and steady with one lone fingernail. I fantasize about all the fun we would have if I allowed you to live on my hands. You could rest in my soft palms, nuzzling into the warmth of my flesh. You could ride on top of my hand as I tapped my feminine, lilac nails, feeling the beat of my nails on the wooden table as you rode around.