i like being complimented on my eyes and on my oral sex techniques
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i like being complimented on my eyes and on my oral sex techniques
you looked at me like i actually meant something to you and i hated it because how am i supposed to know if i actually do.
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audeliaxprince :
Finished. It was exactly what they were, exactly what she had wanted the moment she’d invited him into her home. But then why did it feel like a lie? They were meant to be finished, but there was a tugging sensation in her gut that told her maybe that wasn’t the case. Whatever it was, she ignored it and instead shook her head. “In some ways, you are one of the bravest men I have ever met. But all brave men have their hamartia. Commitment - or lack thereof - may be yours.” Audelia looked him in the eyes, wishing she could read him as she once could. “Tell me what you would have done if I had asked for more from you.”
“Everyone has their hamartia,” he said, and it sounded like there was just the hint of a warning in his words. Warning and regret. “But if you really think that commitment is mine then . . . maybe you never knew me.” Maybe it was a little too open for what they were now but Rion had often found it hard to properly censor himself with her. But what he knew for certain was that there were many different flaws of his that could quite easily end him if he let them. Naturally, he would never tell anyone that. “I don’t regret what I did.” It wasn’t answer. It was a million miles from being an answer. But how was he supposed to answer that? There was no way that he could give any kind of response that was less cruel than the one he did. Rion stooped to slide his feet back into his shoes, an easy way to break himself from Audelia’s penetrating gaze. “Give Greengrass my regards.”
You know what I like in a girl? My fingers.