And all at once my body is alive with memory, the combustion of lust blistering under my skin, and I can’t help but think of you on your knees, face turned up in bliss and obedient repose. Waiting, lips wetly parted, tongue playing along your teeth, swallowing hard in anxious greed, your hands cupping my calves, fidgeting.

I could have made you wait all day if I wanted to. But I didn’t.


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