Contains mature subject matter.
She firmly grasped his wrist as his fingers brushed the her thigh around the hem of her skirt, and he silent cursed himself for going too far this soon. He never knew when it was okay anymore to try and take it to the next level — things had changed since he’d last been a bachelor twenty years ago. Her steely eyes made him wither under their gaze and he suddenly wished he could be elsewhere. Anywhere.
“I think,” she said coolly, “What your looking for is…up… here…,” She pushed his hand up well past where he’d expected to land this evening. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move all night. Now kiss me before I scream.”
Yes please… š¦
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Oh, you. š¤£ā¤ļø
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mmmMMMM I read this and my eyes sort of defocused as I saw this whole thing play out in my… in my.. umm… min d… yes… umm… what were we… uh.. talking about…?
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Baseball? I forget.
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If there were balls involved… and Iām sure there were… they werenāt of the ābaseā variety.
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Must have been cotton balls.
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No. Not the ones I was thinking of. But if you want to fantasize about cotton balls.. by all means; who am I to judge oneās kinks?
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No.. Colder than the balls on a brass monkey. THAT’S it.
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Oh my.
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Well well, look at you all sensual. š
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What?!? Oh crap. That one was supposed to be private! š¤£
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Lol
I write “private” stuff under pseudonym. š³š
Keep writing.
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Yeah. I should get another one of those. Wait… I do. Hmmm. Maybe I could cross post to myself
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