David Epic
The fading afternoon light painted the room in hues of gold and shadow, a silent accomplice to our secret. His gaze, intense and unwavering, felt like a physical touch that made my skin hum with a new, forbidden awareness. Every gentle brush of his fingers against my arm was a question, and my answering shiver was a confession I had never dared to speak. When his lips finally found mine, the world dissolved into a whirlwind of sensation, a dizzying current that pulled me under. I felt cherished and desired in a way that was entirely, devastatingly new, my body arching instinctively towards his strength. A soft gasp escaped me as a profound, unfamiliar fullness bloomed within, sparking a deep, rhythmic tremor that began to build. The pressure crested into a wave of pure, unadulterated feeling, a release so powerful it stole my breath and blurred my vision. In its wake, a shocking, warm flood followed, a startling and intimate claim that left me trembling and utterly transformed. A single, perfect tear traced a path down my cheek, a silent elegy for the woman I was mere moments before. Lying there, wrapped in the quiet aftermath, I knew a hidden part of my soul had been irrevocably awakened.
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