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When fingers on his left hand pinched my nipple and twisted it in time with the actions of his right-handed fingers. But it wasn't until he ground his hard-on against my ass that I reached back and gripped the sides of his pants, my knees buckling.
The necklace was a last minute gift I saw yesterday.
" Not even five minutes later, he was still holding me and offering words of encouragement when the front door opened and closed.
That this year, the traditions woven into my memory since childhood had already begun to unravel because my parents became snowbirds.
"Do I smell ham?" Chris asked, his own coat joining mine. "What happened to-" "Don't ask," I mumbled.
" He kissed me softly.
All admirable wishes.