Warning: smut content.
«How what?» I stutter, surprised. «What did I do?»
How does Alexander know? I didn't talk about it with anyone, I'm sure of it. I didn't even do who knows what.
It happened once or twice. Thrice, maybe... I didn't count.
But every time, it was more out of loneliness than wish to feel good. It didn't even work in the end... I would just feel a thrill or two and then give up. Nothing to do with the way Alexander touches me.
It was more comforting than hot. And the way he touches me is thousands of times better. I won't ever reach that level of skill even if I do it for my whole life.
«Show me how you touch yourself,» he repeats, patient and shameless. As if there was nothing wrong with his words!
How could I do something like this? I'm not that desperate for pleasure to use such underhanded methods... Other than once or twice.
