I don’t touch her.
Not even a soft fingertip as she squirms begging for it. It’s her turn to feel the heat of need
without the actuality of it. My words
coax her, drifting across her body as she shudders, wanting ever so badly to
feel her own wet desire. Leaning over
her I whisper things she wants to hear, I say the things she must have. Backing away slowly I watch her suffer in
lust. I nearly break because she’s so
damn hot writhing there hungrily, but I steel my resolve and press further with
tantalizing verbal power.
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