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By *8beard OP Man
2 weeks ago
Glasgow |
The room is dimly lit, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, shadows flickering along the walls as I step inside. The air is thick with the scent of something sweet-vanilla and musk, lingering like a promise.
And there she is.
On her knees, her body bare, the curves of her back arching as she rests on all fours, waiting. A silk blindfold wraps around her eyes, stealing her sight but heightening everything else-every breath, every sound, every shift of air as I approach. She doesn't move, but I can see it—the way her body trembles ever so slightly, the anticipation humming through her like a live wire.
I take my time, letting the silence stretch, letting her feel my tall and dark presence before I even touch her. Her breathing quickens, lips parting just slightly. I circle her slowly, admiring the way she's offered herself to me, the way she trusts me to take control.
My fingers trail along the edge of her jaw, featherlight, just enough to make her shiver.
Then lower, teasing down her throat, over her collarbone, barely there but enough to make her skin prickle with heat. I hear her inhale sharply as I move behind her, my touch skimming over the dip of her spine, down to the curve of her hips.
Still, I say nothing.
Instead, I lean in close, my breath hot against her ear as I finally…
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