The evening started with a firm resolution – no sex. I’d invited him over, knowing full well the magnetic pull between us, but I was determined to keep things casual, just a friendly hangout. My mind kept repeating, “Don’t go there, don’t complicate things,” even as a tiny, rebellious part of me whispered, “Are you sure you want to miss out?” We’d been circling each other for a few weeks, a dance of witty banter and lingering glances, but I hadn’t wanted to cross the line, not yet. This was supposed to be a safe, boundary-setting night, a test of my own willpower.
I Said No Sex, But His Mouth On My Toes Blew My Mind!
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