Published: April 17th 2025, 8:00:07 pm
Your touch on my skin is ice and fire at the same time. Your fingers follow the curves of my body, exploring it as if doing so for the first time. Each movement is slow, deliberate, unhurried, bringing me to the edge. I clutch the sheets, gasping with anticipation... but you're still teasing. Playing with me as if you know I'll break anyway at the end