The Game Is Beginning!
At last, the game was about to begin. I took her hand and led her slowly toward the center of the room. Everything around us seemed to condense. Time thickened to a syru...
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At last, the game was about to begin. I took her hand and led her slowly toward the center of the room. Everything around us seemed to condense. Time thickened to a syrupy pace; the room filled with the warm spice of patience. It smelled of honey; of lust; of anticipation. We had been waiting for this moment.
At last, the game was about to begin. I took her hand and led her slowly toward the center of the room. Everything around us seemed to condense. Time thickened to a syru...