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Other Colors - Ch. 17
Date: 11/5/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
come. With the thought of him, of his hand; the visceral sense memory seared into my skin and brain—I could’ve come for him right then and there. But I didn’t. I held back. I wanted to keep him there with me. I wanted to hang onto him as long as I could. And I could really only get away with tormenting myself so endlessly by believing that he’d told me to do so—that he was there, and wouldn’t allow me to stop. There was a cyclical and self-defeating sort of logic to it, and little by little, I let my libido become a kind of Lambek calculus, rolling in soft, gentle ellipses between my legs. I laid my cheek against one shoulder, whimpering as another warm throb swelled up inside me. I set my mind free. I fantasized. I thought of the theatre. L’Oxtiern, which now belonged to him, stereoscopically overlaid with the one from his dream—the one where he’d stripped me, blinded me, where he’d tied me from the rafters, and made of my body his wanton marionette. He made me dance for him. My brow tensed, and I nearly devoured my lower lip. I was close again. Too close. Much more, I and I wouldn’t be able to stop it. I felt my thoughts began to shatter, and crack. Danse ...