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Excerpt: “I want to see all of you.” He lifted me up to slide my gown completely off and ran his hands down the length of my body. “If I were an artist, I would paint you.” His long fingers traced the contours of my belly and upper thighs, ignoring my heated core for the moment. His unhurried but thorough exploration increased the knot of tension coiled at the pit of my stomach. He was still dressed while I was nude, adding to my vulnerability, intensifying my craving. “Lay down while I learn what is pleasurable to you.” His deep voice and vivid green eyes had a hypnotic effect. I did as he ordered. I seemed to have no will of my own. With closed eyes I lay on my side, thighs apart, while he probed every private place with careful, measured motions. I moaned softly as he examined the folds of my sex. “You’re getting hot and wet here,” he said, slipping a finger into my cunt. “Good—I like it when my touch excites you.” There was an objective, almost impersonal quality to this encounter, which stimulated my sexual appetite. A stranger was discovering everything about my secret yearnings; all I had to do was be quiet and accept this lush gift.
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