The Maestro

His fingers play my flesh like ivory keys, his touch unleashing tones both deep and lush. Beneath my skin it builds with intensity, spreading through muscle, vein, bone, and blood, as his palms press against my breasts and hips. His lips at my ear, a whispered command, begin a separate discordant rhythm that sets my…


I hide behind the veil of anonymity, uncovering just enough to feel exposed – baring breasts, hips, a facial silhouette – yet holding back just enough to feel safe. It’s a bizarre balance of telling secrets and keeping them, flirting with discovery, and fearing it. I cannot tell you my name, but I can tell…

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