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No shoes, just socks. Your eyes follow me. Trying to relax. You start to slouch. You hold my my gaze for a few seconds, but you are feeling so self-conscious you try to break the gaze. “I couldn’t hear that. Rather mundane, but I’ll let the obviousness pass for now,” whispering softly in your ear again. Then I work my way back down. Barely audible. The idea that you are so willing to offer yourself to me, but not really understanding what that will entail. If only you knew what I have in store for you. I sit next to you on the bed. Passion and desire starting to overwhelm you. Your eyes follow me. The idea that you are so willing to offer yourself to me, but not really understanding what that will entail.
