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laments-and-burlesque:

This was going to require more patience than usual.
She had never ‘presented’ before. Not like this. Not with this level of build
up.

She was a tease. She teased everyone. It was only
reasonable to assume she had been projecting.  I uncrossed my legs and put
down my wine glass. “Arch your back”.

Her bottom rose into the air, the curvature of her
back forming into the perfect shape. My fingers were close, but skin had not
yet touched skin; they were just as close as possible.

She let out a soft girlish whimper… I love being
right.

Her galvanic skin response told me: she was dying to
be teased. I could practically hear shocks coming from the space between my
fingers and her flesh. When she dug her perfect nails into the carpet, I could
feel even more energy just beyond my fingertips, like she’d become an electric
conductor.

Her skin was crying out.

Finally, as my hand touched her…