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In the dimly lit seclusion of my hotel room, memories of her from days gone by floated back. Thoughts of the nights when I would let my fingers dance over my body, my mind filled with vivid images of her. Seeing her now, after so long, it felt like destiny was throwing us together, rekindling old flames.
I closed my eyes and envisioned her standing before me. Her dress, a deep crimson, clung to every curve, hinting at the treasures beneath. In my mind’s eye, my fingers reached out, tracing the delicate neckline, feeling her heartbeat race beneath the warmth of her skin.
The zipper at the back of her dress was like an invitation. Slowly, tortuously, I imagined pulling it down, revealing the smooth expanse of her back. The dress would pool at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her lace lingerie. The sight of her, vulnerable yet eager, would be intoxicating.
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