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An almost anonymous hand on my thigh, my febrile heart beating in the hollowness of her palm. Words a little less than innocent, words… unsaid but not unthought. Two soft breaths almost joined, just not quite. The cruel possibility lingering in the air, silent promise of exquisite pleasure… But at what cost? Double thinking, weighing pros and cons…

My eyes evading her gaze, clinging to the remains of my judgement. Just a step from jumping off the cliff…

-Why are you nervous?

The fiendish temptation of her beguiling voice… Almost driving me off path.


via Daily Prompt: Nervous


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