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                                                                                                                                                                                    Stephanie West






                                                                                                                             It was as though losing sight allowed  fingertips  along  my  delicate  skin
                                                                                                                             me to indulge my senses. A focus  and I push against his touch,  as
                                                                                                                             that catapulted my nerves into an  though each time he pulls a string
                                                                                                                             elation I could never  prepare for.  that connects us to a different
                                                                                                                             The  comforting  smell of his subtle  point. A puppeteer, positioning me
                                                                                                                             cologne and the sound of his deep  with an ease that only he could
                                                                                                                             voice,  dancing  over  me  in soft  conquer.  Cool  air  flows  upon  my
                                                                                                                             waves as he assures me that I have  navel whilst I exhale eager breaths.
                                                                                                                             never  been  more  beautiful.  With  I feel his gaze, adoring me as I lay
                                                                                                                             soft silk, laced over my sights whilst  vulnerable, nude, awaiting his next
                                                                                                                             I bare myself to another, I become  movements. Each moment passing
                                                                                                                             enveloped with the euphoria of my  without his skin against mine was
                                                                                                                             own senses.                                       an excruciating tease; a beacon
                                                                                                                                                                               of arousal as my focus falls  to an
                                                                                                                             I let myself lean into his grasp,  ache only he could dull.
                                                                                                                             blinded as he  guides me  to  lay
                                                                                                                             atop our sheets. Seeking his warmth
                                                                                                                             to see where I cannot, I find myself
                                                                                                                             more  aware  of  our  private world                            TOUCH
                                                                                                                             than ever. With each breath, it felt
                                                                                                                             as though he caressed me with his                            Audio Story
                                                                                                                             soul. With each touch, my trembling

                                                                                                                             limbs fall onto the mattress with an
                                                                                                                             intoxication I had never felt. Within
                                                                                                                             silence,  our  bodies  float  amongst
                                                                                                                             each other with a language of
                                                                                                                             our  own. He became every word
                                                                                                                             unspoken,  exploring the delicate
                                                                                                                             canvas of my body before he was
                                                                                                                             ready to begin.                                                       Read


                                                                                                                             I tremble for his relief, my entire                                     by
                                                                                                                             being vibrating with the promise of                           Chantelle Prior
                                                                                                                             the brush of his hands as he takes
                                                                                                                             his  time  with  me.  He  flutters  his
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