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StrokeOfThePen
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He stands before you, transfixed: the leading lover of your deepest, most lascivious fantasies. Bringing your full array of subtle seductions to bear, you've ensnared his desire and quickened his pulse to lustful perfection. His eyes, glazed over in hopeless arousal, betray the overwhelming need you've awakened as he trembles for your touch, your lips, your soft and yielding figure pressed against his own fevered body. Stepping luxuriously into his sanctimonious embrace, you release a gentle sigh as his hands find you, warm and willing, eager to ignite the delicious, mounting pleasure you've dreamed about for so very long. He is yours, entirely and completely... he lives for your ecstasy alone. His lips graze your neck, your cheek, your earlobe, and you feel his masculinity throbbing against you as his whisper sends warm, pleasing waves singing throughout your enravished body...
What is he saying to you?
What is he saying to you?
