He kneads me with both hands until my knees weaken, and I’m in danger of sliding to the floor. It doesn’t take long before my body is tightly strung and dancing on the precipice. “I want you to tell me exactly what my touch does to you.” I can’t help but squirm against his hold, craving more of the riotous sensations that scratch and claw dangerously beneath the surface. Almost as if he’s awoken something inside me, and it’s now fighting to break loose.
