Staircase Play

Description

The dust motes danced in the afternoon light as she moved closer. Her fingers traced the curve of my thigh. I leaned into her touch, letting her explore. The wood felt warm beneath our skin. This was a secret, a delicious surrender. She smiled, her eyes dark and inviting. I pulled her closer, craving her touch. The stairs became our canvas, our bodies the paint.

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