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My favorite is when I'm caught up in something (usually in the kitchen), and he walks up and holds me from behind, breathing on the back of my neck, pressing into my ass, and just a flick of tongue on the edge of my earlobe. Of course, after that he'd usually reach around and snatch a bite of whatever I was making and make happy noises while sauntering into the next room.
I love those little touches... a hand brushing my lower back, a toe on my calf, fingertip across a nipple... in public, but so slick no one notices.
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand
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