Even when I’m not there, I want you to feel my touch. Lying there alone, feeling the press of my palm against your wrists, holding your arms in place while my fingertips tease you mercilessly.
You’ll bring yourself to the brink far beyond what you’d normally be able to handle, imagining me beside you, indulging every longing of your body.
When you writhe, when you moan, when you yearn, you’ll know that my thoughts are ingrained in every touch. You’ll feel my desire through your fingertips.
Don’t give in yet. For now, those thoughts and fantasies are merely a substitute for the real touch. However, it’ll be a mere fraction of the pleasure and erotic torment I want to put you through, so you’d best treat it as a test.
Test yourself, push yourself as much as you can until you’re grinding and shaking and moaning out with need. That way, you’ll experience just a hint of what I want to put you through when I next have you all to myself in person.
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