Would you like to see my etchings?

Ari tastes of vodka-and-orange, always.

Always the same perfume, thick in his nostrils.

Her hands are gentle (demanding) and inquisitive (directive), and she gasps (chuckles) when Justin touches her soft, firm (translucent) skin.

It is awesome (awful) to hold her (be held). She shivers (smiles) and he hurts her a little (she hurts him a little), enough to please her (confuse him). He lets himself ease into her (I don't want to hurt you, ser) and she whimpers, clinging (he cannot protest).

She shakes him to his core, always, and he is never quite the same.

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