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Just Words, And Yet…
It starts the way it always does. Innocently.
A teasing comment. A playful remark. A challenge disguised as casual conversation.
"You’re so soft," he types, out of nowhere.
I blink. "Soft?"
"Mhm. Sweet. Innocent. Adorable."
I narrow my eyes at the screen. I know that tone.
"And?"
"And I wonder how quickly I could ruin that innocence."
My breath catches.
It’s just words. Just a chat. No touch, no closeness—just pixels on a screen.
And yet…
"You think you could ruin me?" I fire back.
"Oh, baby. I know I could."
His confidence sends a shiver down my spine.
"Tell me how."
And so he does.
In slow, deliberate detail.
How he’d kiss me first—teasing, barely there. How he’d let me crave it, let me need it, before giving in. How his hands would trace down, fingertips grazing over fabric, feeling the heat of my skin beneath.
How he’d take his time. Make me say his name in a way that’s breathless, desperate, utterly undone.
I bite my lip, shifting in my seat.
"And when I finally give you what you want," he continues, "it won’t be gentle. Not at first. Not after the way you’ve teased me."
I exhale shakily.
"Still think I can’t ruin you, baby?"
I type, then delete. Type again. My thoughts are a mess, my body already reacting to just words.
And he knows it.
"Speechless?" he taunts.
Damn him. Damn me for loving it.
But hey I tease him, rile him up. Get him hard, even when he's at work.
I have my way with him too. He's had to sneak away at times to get his release.
That's us. *Winks*
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Just Words, And Yet…
It starts the way it always does. Innocently.
A teasing comment. A playful remark. A challenge disguised as casual conversation.
"You’re so soft," he types, out of nowhere.
I blink. "Soft?"
"Mhm. Sweet. Innocent. Adorable."
I narrow my eyes at the screen. I know that tone.
"And?"
"And I wonder how quickly I could ruin that innocence."
My breath catches.
It’s just words. Just a chat. No touch, no closeness—just pixels on a screen.
And yet…
"You think you could ruin me?" I fire back.
"Oh, baby. I know I could."
His confidence sends a shiver down my spine.
"Tell me how."
And so he does.
In slow, deliberate detail.
How he’d kiss me first—teasing, barely there. How he’d let me crave it, let me need it, before giving in. How his hands would trace down, fingertips grazing over fabric, feeling the heat of my skin beneath.
How he’d take his time. Make me say his name in a way that’s breathless, desperate, utterly undone.
I bite my lip, shifting in my seat.
"And when I finally give you what you want," he continues, "it won’t be gentle. Not at first. Not after the way you’ve teased me."
I exhale shakily.
"Still think I can’t ruin you, baby?"
I type, then delete. Type again. My thoughts are a mess, my body already reacting to just words.
And he knows it.
"Speechless?" he taunts.
Damn him. Damn me for loving it.
But hey I tease him, rile him up. Get him hard, even when he's at work.
I have my way with him too. He's had to sneak away at times to get his release.
That's us. *Winks*
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