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Emerging from my room that morning, a sense of satisfaction enveloped me, a residue of the previous night’s wild escapades. But as I was about to head down to breakfast, a door beside mine opened, revealing a shockingly familiar figure. There stood my old colleague, looking breathtakingly different from the last time we’d crossed paths.
Her dress clung to her every curve, its thin material barely hiding the evidence of last night’s passion. The deep V of her neckline teased a glimpse of her cleavage and, more provocatively, the evident stiffness of her nipples pushing against the silky fabric. A delicate bead of perspiration slid down her neck, hinting at the warmth and afterglow of the pleasure she had recently experienced.
Our eyes met, and her naive unawareness of my having heard her lust-filled symphony the night before made the moment even more intense. As a bi-curious individual, my imagination began wandering. I visualized her beneath a strong pair of hands, her back arching as soft lips and a teasing tongue ventured over her sensitive neck, traveling downwards.
The slight shimmer on her skin made me think of how she might have been caressed, massaged, and worshipped, the delicate curve of her breasts being taken into a lover’s mouth, teased, and then nibbled gently, eliciting gasps and moans.
