**Pretext:**
Fetish/kink content guide: This story series (in its entirety) will include themes of light mutual exploration, long distance phone sex, toy play, mutual (and male) orgasm denial, loving/playful teasing, gentle girlfriend-like femdom, soft cross dressing/femboy attire, (for complete and utter lack of a more polite and artful name for the act) panty sniffing, and hopefully a good deal of heterosexual-couple intimacy & passion. When and where these elements come into the story will evolve naturally even though I have a rough roadmap in mind.
Now, fetish character backstories can sometimes be cumbersome to write. Not because they are uninteresting, but rather because fetishes and their developments often take more time to naturally introduce and explain than the scenes/stories for which the characters are written. To keep this story series focused on the couple and their activities as opposed to their history(ies), I will somewhat cheat by introducing the two lovers directly, up front.
The two, both in their late twenties, have been a couple for a few years, being each other’s best friends through these times. Though marriage is and definitely has been on the table, they already know they’d like to be together for life and aren’t in a rush to formalize it until their family and friends can all attend.
Usually this would not be a concern, however, his tech-based job has kept him travelling on and off over the past two years. His trips away from home and his multiple relocations have made it difficult to schedule with. Even with the distance they have loved over, the two are very close and have spent time and energy to keep each other close. When they are together in person they are inseparable, both sexually and as humans.
This being her first romantic and sexual relationship of any kind, they have both tried to work together to keep a balanced pace between her simpler tastes and his adventurous tendencies. One thing they have both slowly come to understand is his comfort in wearing feminine clothes around the house sometimes. After the initial months of confusion, insecurity, and tension on both their parts they’ve come to understand how this factors into them as a couple and him as a person. He’s still her (very straight) and loving man, but he likes to feel a little loungy-soft with her from time to time. Since then, things have come fairly naturally to both of them, however it is he happens to be dressed on any particular day.
This story may or may not be a fantasy representation of real life characters; whichever makes the story more enjoyable for the reader, works for me.
*For clarity:*
*~ = Dialogue (written or spoken) by her.*
*- = Dialogue (written or spoken) by him.*
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**Chapter 1: Her Trip – Their Tease**
After the countless times he had stood at the airport waving goodbye to his one and only, this time had felt harder than the rest. He was happy for her, but finally understood how she felt every time she had to watch him go. Usually, he was the one walking out towards the gates and looking back at her waving him a longing goodbye. Watching her go through the security gates this time, even the usually-distracting sway of her hips wasn’t enough to keep his mind off of the upcoming time without her.
Arriving at home from the airport, he stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water. The splash of cold water was enough to shock him out some of his sadness while the warmth that followed soothed his muscles and skin. By the time he had washed off the day’s grime and started drying off, his phone chimed for his attention.
~ *Well that was short. I already miss you. Just ordered an Uber to the hotel – I hope they booked me a nice room*
He smiled, remembering how he’d helped her pack and had insisted she only take a small carry on bag. The less time spent at the airport the better – they’re really not all that exciting. Even though he’d done this countless times, he still remembered the thrill of it all the first time he had been flown out to another city for work.
– *Good, be safe hun. Just got out of the shower – I’m so tired already and it’s not late enough to sleep*
*- Dinner plans?*
As he reached his fingers blindly into the drawers of his dresser, one thing became apparent. He needed to do laundry. The last few weeks had been such a whirlwind of passion and cuddling that they’d both been too lazy to catch up on chores between time spent as close to each other as physically possible. Chuckling, he closed all of the empty drawers and reached for the bottom ones – his soft clothes. He hadn’t worn anything from down here this last week and didn’t realize he missed it a little bit.
Walking his fingers through them, he pulled out the parts to a simple outfit and slid them on. Everything about the way they felt made him smile. The way the feminine cut sweats fit his form a little more closely compared to his other pairs; the way his muscled chest was framed by the cute bralette; the way the tank top showed off his arms and shoulders. It was the little things, and without his woman in his arms, he was happy to give himself the extra attention before going on with his evening. Just then his phone chimed again – as if she somehow knew he was missing her again. Already. Always.
~ *Not sure yet, the hotel restaurant looks a little too fancy to actually fill me up. The driver said there’s a decent burrito place nearby that delivers so probably that*
*~ You?*
– *I need to do laundry, we’ve been so busy lately lol*
*- I ended up going soft for the night – comfort clothes and comfort food*
It was her turn to smile to herself as she stripped down for her shower. She loved to see her man in his jeans and button down shirts, feeling and watching his body move under his masculine coverings. Still, his soft things seemed to make him smile a different way when he crawled into bed with her to cuddle and sleep. And with the way they showed off his ass and his manhood, she couldn’t say she really *disliked* them on him. The water, now warm, was calling her name as it patterned against the glass walls, echoing in the lonely room. Whatever he was wearing tonight, she missed him too.
Meanwhile, back home, he used the last wing of energy to start a load of laundry and get a start on dinner. Some mexican rice and veggies came together rather quickly just as her order arrived.
*~ Burritos just got here I’m soooo hungry*
*~ Good timing too, the shower in the room is so nice – you’d love it*
*- Skype? I just finished cooking too, let’s watch something*
Moments later, they were cuddled up in bed with their laptops, their food, and each other. Even as adults, it just felt right.
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Days of work and excitement later, the two love birds finally had their times align. She had been spending her evenings with her newly met colleagues while he worked out and caught up with friends. Every day, they either called or messaged each other and ended up falling asleep together but otherwise their schedules didn’t align. They were used to this, of course, after years of being away from each other on and off, but still they slept better when listening to each other’s breathing over the phone.
Today, though, he’d been missing her particularly more. It had started that morning when he awoke, harder than his usual morning wood entailed and reaching for her absent body under the covers. Only when he opened his eyes did he remember that her breathing was coming from his phone on the night stand instead of the pillow where her sleeping face belonged. Lazily, he stretched and groaned in his too-young-to-be-feeling-this-old ways as he felt his hardness stretch further, calling for attention that he hadn’t given himself in the rather busy time since her flight. Whispering good morning over the phone and hanging up to let her sleep, he clambered off to start his day, waking a little more with every step he took.
She found herself shifting just as she heard the hang up tone, reaching out even though she knew he was already on his way out of bed. Still, she messaged him good morning and stretched as well, almost laughing at how much she missed his old-man-sounding groans in person.
*~ Watch something again tonight? I think I have the night off and I miss you <3*
Few emojis had survived the early days of their youthful relationship, but the heart was a staple they just couldn’t remove. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough. Standing up lazily, she made her way to the awaiting day as well, pausing to look at herself in the mirror. Wow her hair looked like she had just been fucked halfway to heaven. He needed to see this. Opening up Snapchat, their saucy app of choice, she tried a few cute poses before settling on one and sending it to him before starting her day.
*~ I promise I just woke up like this… but damn I wish you’d been the reason why*
As he walked back to their room at home wrapped in his towel he saw the phone’s blinking light awaiting him. Missing her the way he did this morning, even her simple, clothed, silly picture made him smile and harden simultaneously. However it was the universe decided he deserved her, he was grateful for the decision nonetheless. Walking over to their fogged up bathroom mirror, he snapped a surprisingly artistic picture back for her of his still damp chest glistening through the columns of condensation and above his towel.
*- Well that certainly woke me up… remember that night in LA? I think you had that same hairdo the next morning*
She heard the notification go off while she was showering and knew right away that he had sent a picture back. Smirking to herself, she finished washing herself off and opened the picture while drying. Seeing his chest like that caught her just a touch off guard but was it ever welcome, just like the memory of their night in LA. She paused for a moment, draping her towel over her shoulders and holding the side of the sink, carefully inspecting the image. Her other hand found its way to her chest to slowly cup and press against her the way his hands did. They typically only sent pictures like this when they were riled up, and by the slight tent she could see in his towel, he clearly missed her today.
Some more fuel to the fire wouldn’t be too bad, she ventured, and quickly set up for another picture. This time, with the tip of her finger teasingly tucked into her mouth while her draped towel and hair just barely covered her nipples. She knew it was a little mean, but he loved fantasizing about her tasting herself even though she seldom did unless it was off of his lips. That, or off of his cock… and there it was, right on time; Her need for him rearing its longing head. Still, she needed to get on with her day until they could quench their thirst at night.
*~ The way you tasted that night… ugh I want you. Tonight. Have a good day at work babe*
Her picture finally caught his attention as he was getting into work, having driven for the better part of half an hour while half-day-dreaming about her sweet body climbing onto his and vice versa. She was so beautiful that it sometimes distracted him from the sexual tone she was clearly trying to convey, but not this time. Within seconds he was hard again, aching a little in his jeans as his body yearned for her touch, her lips, her warmth enveloping him deeply. She knew what she was doing to him, but the promise of the night spent apart yet together was enough to look forward to as he calmed himself and marched in for another day.
*- Fuck. Just you wait. There’s a surprise in your bag stuffed inside your backup shoes. You can look now but no playing with it till tonight*
*- I want you. Ugh.*
As she stepped out of her apartment and into the elevator, she opened his message, kicking herself for not checking it sooner. She didn’t have time to go back and satisfy her curiosity for now, but it felt fitting that she’d be wondering about it all day after that picture she sent him. Reading his words and feeling his need through the screen she quietly squeezed her thighs together. It was going to be a *hard* day for both of them, she thought, as she felt a slight dampness start to form.
——–
Early that evening, he found his way back home, his mind simply exhausted from the stress of the day. He silently hoped she’d had a better one and slid his key into the lock, walking into the empty place he called home. Seeing the sun was still up and she had at least an hour until she left work, he changed into his workout clothes to burn off some of the tension. Another quick picture to keep her interested for tonight couldn’t hurt, he thought, and sent it her way.
*- Quick work out before you get home and we can work each other out together – miss me?*
It was cheesy, but he knew it would work. Not waiting for a reply, he strapped on his sports watch and headed back out before the laziness changed his mind.
——–
She hadn’t realized what time it was as she plowed through task after task at work. Finally having finished everything, she reached for her phone and opened the unnoticed picture. That wasn’t fair. He knew how much she loved seeing him take care of himself, and the workouts did things to her that they didn’t have any right doing. Within seconds she felt her legs discreetly squeeze together under the table, alone in her makeshift office. Slowly she pressed them together again and again, feeling her body react to the visual and physical stimulation. She needed him too. So badly.
Feeling frisky, she pushed her chair back just a touch to let in some light and pulled her dress up a few inches. Angling her phone, she took a quick picture showing her thighs and the dark spot on her panties where they met. The handful of tries it took to get it right only gave her over-driven mind enough time to wet her core even more, further adding to the naughtiness of the image. She knew he’d love it – especially knowing she had left him a surprise at home too.
*~ This is what that picture did to me. Stop playing dirty and just tell me what you packed in my bag!*
With that, she packed up her belongings and ordered an Uber to her temporary home. Grabbing some leftovers in the office kitchenette from the previous day’s business event, she was on her way. With every step she took she could still feel the wetness in her panties and it only made her walk faster to get virtually home to her man.
——–
As he stepped in from his run, he quickly jumped in the shower, a little afraid to look at his phone after the truly mean tease he’d sent to her. With the sweat rinsed off of his body and his boxers and t-shirt on for the night, he pulled it up and walked to the kitchen to cook.
The need struck him like a blow to the gut – and after that last button of hers he pressed, he totally deserved it. Her scent and wetness always played well with his mind, almost more than anything else they had tried so far. The unfulfilled promise of seeing how wet she was for him was incredibly erotic. As he stood there in the kitchen, his hand gently stroked outside his boxers in the first intimate contact since her hips had milked him before she left. His eyes softened and almost closed at the pleasurable sensitivity as he fought to keep them open to continue taking in her smooth skin and simple display of utter desire before him.
*- Get home quickly. God, I need you.*
*~ Already on my way and eating leftovers in the Uber. I’m a hot mess mess lool*
*~ I’m opening that surprise as soon as i get home*
The quickness of her reply made him chuckle as he turned off the stovetop. There was no way he was cooking today, leftovers would have to do. God, this woman drove him crazy in all of the best ways.
——–
True to her promise, she opened up her bag and found the hidden items as soon as she walked into the hotel room, barely noticing the door loudly thunk closed. Unwrapping the two plastic bags, she pulled out a rolled up lace bralette, her (only) pair of matching crotchless panties, a small usb stick, and a dildo that he had bought for her years ago but wasn’t often used. Smirking nervously, she sent him a quick message and started to change out of her work clothes.
*~ I found them*
*~ This seems like… a lot for a night you’re not here*
*- Just trust me babe, put the underwear on and bring everything else to bed*
*- Oh and your laptop*
Changing into one of her most fancy lingerie sets, she tentatively climbed below the covers, bringing with her everything he’d asked. The crotchless panties made no effort to contain her need, and the bralette was made to show as much of her soft skin as possible while still being considered an item of clothing. She steeled her somewhat surprised nerves and tried to remember that it was him she was with, and that he wouldn’t ever push her into a corner she couldn’t get out of if she didn’t like it. Bringing him up on Skype, she sat there with her sheet pulled up over her chest, but quickly pulled it down to expose herself to the camera before the video started. If he wanted her to wear it, she wanted him to see it.
*~ Babe, what did you sign me up for. I think I’ve worn this maybe three times since I bought it and you know it’s for you to see and feel me in*
*- Hun, just trust me and put the USB in. You’ll know what everything’s for once it starts*
*- Also… just… wow… you look perfect in that set*
Watching him carefully as he blatantly checked out her exposed body on camera, she plugged in the USB key and pulled up the file explorer. In it, she found a video dated on their fiery night in LA. The embarrassed smile crept across her face as everything came back to her; the things they’d done, the lingerie she’d worn (the same set she was wearing now), and the fun they had together that night. Giddy with excitement, she almost jumped at him through the screen to kiss his stupid smirking face. This was a great idea.
Seeing her get excited as she recognized the date made him so happy. He’d told her that he wanted to record a video that evening in LA, and as nervous as she was, she had agreed as long as they never put it up anywhere online, even privately. They had both forgotten about it for a few months until he found the files recently and thought they could enjoy it together while she was away on her trip. Relieved at her enthusiasm, he relaxed into bed and pulled his shirt off for her to look at in the yellow light of their bedroom. He watched her bite her lip adorably and reach for the dildo.
*~ Do I have to use this? You know I like you so much better it just isn’t the same hun*
*- I was thinking that we turn off our video so no one is self conscious and you use the toy to do exactly what we do together in the video as we watch it.*
She eyed him somewhat nervously, knowing full well he was buried in her mouth for well over twenty minutes before he entered her core that night but she was so excited and pent up from the day that she agreed. If anything, the camera would be off and he would never know she didn’t actually copy her past self exactly. She quickly nodded and teasingly brought the dildo to her lips, kissing the tip and winking playfully at him before turning her camera off. She watched his eyes roll back in mock frustration but heard his near silent whimper before his camera turned off as well. Perfect.
*- Ready?*
*~ Yeah*
*- Promise you’ll do everything?*
*~ I’ll try… no promises. But I’ll do as much as I can*
*- Okay, please do. I think you might like how naughty it feels if you let yourself go and enjoy it hun*
*~ If you say so… okay let’s start quick before I chicken out, I’m so ready for this ugh*
*- Me too, I’ve been throbbing on and off all day, you tease*
*~ Think you can last till the end? You came so hard that last time that night*
*- If I’m waiting all the way to the end then so are you*
*~ Come on! I can have so many! Ugh fine, together at the end*
With a joint count down, they started the video and laid back together, watching themselves from the TV stand where his laptop had been placed.
That rather frisky night, they had decided to roleplay as strangers sleeping together for the very first time. It hasn’t lasted very long at all, with their closeness demanding more intimacy, but these first few moments had been nerve wracking for her as she slipped off her little black dress and crawled up to him on the bed in her lingerie. Watching herself saunter up to him, she could help but squeeze her legs a little bit, gently running her fingers over her nipples through the same lingerie. They hardened instantly under the soft lace, causing her to sigh audibly and relax into the mattress. There was no rush – it was an hour long video and she could enjoy herself.
After ten or so minutes of heavy petting and making out, she watched him roll her onto her back on screen. Smiling to herself, she began to gently caress all of the spots he kissed her that night on his way down her body. She could hear him breathing deeper and shifting on his end of the call and it spurred her body on. She audibly gasped when she felt her fingernails graze her inner thigh, partly because of how good it felt with the live action role play in front of her, and partly because she found the tops of her inner thighs drenched in wetness. The feeling brought her back to that night, remembering how primal it felt to drip freely for him down her thighs as he tenderly caressed and kiss her body from head to toe, and back up to her molten core.
Finally, she watched his face settle between her legs, her own legs spreading as if they expected him to be between them as well. If his movements didn’t tell her when he finally kissed her there, the stifled moan she heard did. She hadn’t realized how needy she sounded that night, but it was too late to stop herself from echoing that moan as her own fingers made first contact with her soaking wet lips. She heard his breath catch on the other side of the call again, and bit her lip as she slowly rubbed her clit as if it was his tongue tasting her.
Long minutes later, she heard him moan ever so quietly as they watched her cum on screen. She was so close to exploding at the sight she had to stop playing for a few seconds and just watch her former self cum for this beautiful man licking her so passionately. His shoulders held her legs apart as his trunks wrapped so tightly around his muscled ass they showed his muscled flexing and relaxing while he moved. Oh how she envied the woman on her laptop as she shuddered through her orgasm, while her hands mirrored the girl’s other actions and cupped her own chest firmly. It was then that she finally smelled his cologne. He must have sprayed it on the bralette before packing it, her body heat and hands finally releasing its scent now.
*~ Baby your cologne, fuck. I miss you so much*
*- Haha I was wondering when you’d notice. Nice touch?*
*~ Yes. Gosh. This is so hot I had to stop playing to keep myself from exploding*
*- Me too, I was so close babe. You know what watching you explode does to me*
*~ Fuck, that was really hot. Oh god I remember what I did next*
And now it was his turn to moan and whine over the phone. On screen, she had rolled him onto his back and pulled his hardness out from his trunks. Not even pulling them all the way off, she watched as her mouth engulfed his hardness as her hand absently reached for the toy he packed her. Still somewhat timid, she just held it in her hand and licked her lips as she watched, trying to imagine the feel of him throbbing under her touch, flexing inside her mouth.
*- Ohhh ffu…*
His whimpers coming through the phone spurred her on to just try it. He loved when she did it to him and if she was being honest, she kind of liked it too. Having him under her control so simply and intimately; playing with him however she wanted. Feeling her mouth start to water, she slowly slid the tip of the dildo into her mouth, watching them together as she did. Slowly, she mimicked the movements she had made that night, her free hand slipping back down between her legs as she listened for the occasional moans from her man on the call. Between the sounds of the video and the sound of his voice tonight, she let herself let go, sliding the dildo deep into her mouth while she watched it happen on screen.
Her own moans from the video only quickened her fingers between her legs, her mouth slowly taking more and more of him, her tongue working against the toy as if he could feel every touch. Wrapping her lips around the warming shaft she couldn’t hold back a groan of her own at just how lewd the moment felt and how slutty and hot she felt doing it.
*- Oh god I’m close again… this is when I did it…*
She suddenly let go of her wetness, feeling her body about to lose control, and watched almost in slow motion as the next moments unfolded. She could almost feel the way he’d placed his hand on the back of her head that night, watching her eyes for approval and slowly pressing her all the way down onto his shaft once he’d received it. It had only been for a few seconds, and she had definitely taken him all the way in like that before, but always of her own accord. Now though, she watched his head fall back and his entire body arch into hers as he came deep into her throat, holding her there gently but firmly. It sounded like he had stopped breathing on the other end of the call, but then she heard his desperate whimper as he pulled away from the edge again as well.
Only then did she notice that she had taken the dildo deep into her throat just as she had taken him that night, and slowly pulled it out of her mouth completely, gasping for air and feeling it drip naughtily on her chest where she put it lazily to rest. Fuck. What the hell. That was hot.
Before she had time to process what she’d just done, the girl in the video climbed atop her man, kissing him deeply, and immediately burying his still-twitching hardness deep inside her. Holding nothing back anymore, she took her dripping wet dildo and slid it inside herself in one deep thrust. The moan she let out didn’t register until she heard the echo from her man’s mic, giggling just a little bit as she let out another, sliding the toy out and back in to keep up with the couple on screen. Over and over she slid the toy home, rubbing her clit and playing as she watched the heated display.
On the other end of the call, he was almost shaking with lust. She didn’t know it, but with how wet she was, he could hear every stroke she was making with the dildo. He had almost lost his mind when he heard her ever so softly gulp as it slid into her throat. Now, the rhythmic thrusts in time with the video drove him wild. He loved pleasuring his woman, and knowing she was unabashedly pleasuring herself as if he was there was a mind fuck if there ever was one. He could barely contain his moans as he slowly stroked his aching hardness, his hand soaked in his own wetness as they mutually tortured themselves.
*~ Baby, I’m almost there, fuck we’re gonna cum soon*
*- Fuck, remember the countdown?*
*~ Oh my god yes… hun… reach under your pillow. Now, please….fffuuucckk*
Momentarily lost, he reached below his pillow and felt a lacy thong sitting under it. Moaning out for her he pulled it out and saw it was the pair she was wearing just before she pounced on him the day before she left for her trip. Instantly he held it up to his nose and inhaled her perfect scent, his senses succumbing to her memory. She was his perfect match; even her pheromones relaxed him and drove him closer to orgasm all at once.
Their past selves began counting down in the video as she rode him hard and he thrust up into her firmly, his hands gripping her hips and hers holding herself up against his chest. Over the phone they started counting in time with them as well, knowing they had to arrive at *one* together to release.
*- 10… 9…… 8… 7…*
*~ 7… oh god… baby… 6… 5…*
*- 5… 4… oh fuck babe I’m right there… 3… 2………*
Suddenly he heard his phone ring. Quickly pausing the video, almost dizzy with need, he picked up seeing that it was her.
*- Baby what happened? I was right there, are you okay?*
He was panting heavily and could hear her panting as well, barely keeping her breath.
*~ My laptop… Fuck it died… I was listening to you count and you just disappeared after you got to five*
*- Oh shit, I’m sorry hun… you still close? Gosh I’m aching for you I’m not too far*
*~ Babe… no I got so frustrated I lost it a little bit, but let’s build up again it’ll just take me a second*
*- Hun I’m so close I don’t know if I’ll last that long if we start again…. God I was so ready*
*~ Me too… fuck… babe…*
*- Gosh… Hun start playing I won’t touch till you’re close again…*
*~ Hun wait… I’m thinking… Maybe… Ugh it’s only three more days……*
*- Three days till what… oh no hun that’s so long I’m shaking right now please let’s just cum together…*
*~ Babe you said you wanted to try it sometime remember….god I’m so hot right now I’m not thinking straight…. It’s still inside me… Oh fuck I’m so wet baby…. Let’s stay like this till I’m home*
She whimpered so wantonly as she slowly slid the toy out of her tightly gripping wetness. She could feel the damp spot she’d left in the sheets below her and stared almost in awe at how wet the toy was. God she wanted him so badly right now, her muscles craved so desperately to clench and release their tension all over him, but that’s what she wanted most; him. Not this toy.
*~ Babe please, I don’t want to go over until you make me… We can do it it’s only a few days*
Groaning at her in desperation, he held her panties to his nose for one last deep intake of her scent, dropping them on the bed beside him, defeated and giving in to her request.
*- Fuuuuck babe, that’s going to be so hard… But fine… just no extensions on the trip okay? Please*
*~ No hun my return tickets are already booked, I’m coming back in three days. And we’ll cum so hard together…. I’m squirming just thinking about it, ugh*
*- Fine, fine, okay… let’s wait… God I was so close…*
Exchanging expletives back and forth at how hot that night had been, they each cleaned themselves off as best they could and slowly unwound their tense, needy bodies to crawl into bed. While he washed his hands and wiped his abdomen, he sent her one last picture to get her back for the unbelievable tease of the night.
*- I know you didn’t do it on purpose… but consider this revenge…*
Seeing the picture, she caught herself playing with her hands between her legs at the sink while she was supposed to be cleaning up. Feeling naughty and wicked, she flipped the camera to face herself directly and snapped a short video of her taking the still wet toy into her mouth and sucking half of it clean.
*~ Hmm? I don’t think so babe, I maybe kinda liked stopping you from exploding without me…*
As he crawled into bed and plugged his phone in, he opened the video. Seconds later, he was calling her, his hardness throbbing again and his ears just needing to hear her voice.
*- Not cool. God you never do that…*
*~ I know… I’m just so needy right now you don’t even know… shh come let’s try to sleep before it gets bad again*
*- Ugh okay come hun, I love you*
*~ I love you too*
They exchanged their nightly pleasantries, with quips and jabs of their sexual tension laced in between. Yet, the two fell asleep as they would have after such an exhausting, taxing day. Apart, yet together.
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**Afterthoughts:**
Hey everyone, hope you enjoyed the read. This chapter is pretty much four times the length of my usual chapters and I’m not entirely sure if it’s the length I will continue to write. As always, your constructive criticism and feedback is welcome and appreciated! I’ll be filing this series under *Fetish* instead of *Erotic Couplings* based on requests from my last fetishy-couply story, *Letting Him Let Go*.
Stay well
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