The sex is absolutely electric. He knows exactly how my body likes to be touched, fucked, kissed. He touches the tips of my fingers so slightly and whispers, ‘I know your body so well. I know exactly how you feel when I do this. Or when I do this…’ He runs his fingers along my lips and then down to my very sensitive and very erect nipples. I gasp through the feeling. Frozen under the hypnosis of his touch. ‘Your body is so sensitive. So very sensitive. You feel everything I do. I can make you do anything with the right touch. I can make you come, just by touching this one finger.’

That was from February, before things started to change. I want to go to him, and ask him, ‘Do you remember that? Do you remember which night that was? I do. I remember every sight, every taste, and yes, every minute touch. It was the night I knew I was yours and only yours. It’s imprinted on my soul.

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