Natural bracelets: Veins

"Only through veins an arm becomes beautiful and interesting. Arms without visible veins are boring and impersonal like those of a gesso or marble statue. The venous drawings are a beautiful natural adornment of the arms, and a very individual one, because there are no two people in the world with the same vein patterns. Veins may look very nice on the back of the foot, too, if they are not varicose veins. "

This statement of an unknown author, I have found on the Internet and can only fully agree.

And that brings me back to my school days.

My art teacher in elementary school had strong protruding veins on the backs of her hands and forearm, right up to her biceps. And even on the inner side of her forearms. I wonder until today why this is engraved in my memory. Why I just remember this body feature and not her face anymore? If we were to paint or tinker in art classes, she went from table to table, examining our works, resting her arms on the table, or fiddling with her hands on the object a pupil was making. Of course, often very close to me, at my table. And so I had her sinewy hands and arms, traversed with prominent veins, only a few inches away from my eyes. And somehow that must have impressed me, otherwise I would not have that memory. And she was also our gym teacher.

For this I have to tell a little bit about how - back then, at the end of the 50's, in the beginning of the 60's - a sports lesson took place and what I remember.

I remember the very specific smell of sweat and the dirty hands caused by the floor covering  the gym. I remember the locker room and the shower room. And of course I also remember the muscular legs and calves, the veins crossed the arms and hands of this gym teacher. And the following picture is still in my mind today and in my ears: We should walk in circles in the gym and whenever she clapped her hands we should jump. I could not join that day the pysical education because I had a foot sprain, but I had to be present and sit on one of those wooden gym benches and watched the "spectacle". The sports teacher sat next to me and gave her instructions. So, my classmates ran in circles and whenever the gym teacher clapped their hands, they had to jump. A schoolmate whose skin was as white as milk was dumping around and not hopping at the right time. This happened right in front of the bench where I and the gym teacher were sitting. The PE teacher got up, went to the pupil and slapped him on the bare back with the palm of her hand. The blow was so violent that the classmate fell to the ground. When he stood up again with a face distorted with pain, the whole hand of the gym teacher drew bright red on his back. She sat down next to me on the wooden bench and I felt a certain fear of her and a huge respect. She rested her arms on her thighs and I saw these pronounced veins on her arms and hands at first hand. Up close! Tumbling close to my legs.

This picture has burnt in my head. Was it the key to later sexual fantasies? Strong veins for power and strength, the bright red handprint on the back of the classmate and that loud clapping, right next to me, when she called the classmates to jump. In retrospect, I think that both, the visual and the acoustic impressions have influenced my life.

Prominent armveins and handveins

I remember well an experience as an adolescent.

During a hairdresser's visit, a young woman cut my hair, who had a lot of and extremely pronounced veins on the hands and arms, also on the inside of the arms.
And those arms moved only a few inches from my eyes.
I felt the power of her hands as she shampooed me.
The power of her hands and the sight of the bulging veins teased me very much.
I wished then that this haircut never ends.

At the time, I did not know that this was one of my "fetishes" and that the sight of pronounced veins in a woman aroused me so much. Or the desire to touch and caress the hand or arm with such pronounced veins.