Warm heat cascades down my body and tumbles between my legs. Inside my head something whispers to me; this is so very wrong, you don’t want this, you are not this person, but when I lift my head and look at you I see it there, in your eyes, the need and desire to anoint my flesh in this way. It pleases you. The heat spreads inside me, the whisper is silenced as I give myself over to this golden moment and accept in it in my glorious need to be used by you.
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