Sir woke, spooning me, with his arm over me.
His hand roamed, going to my nipple.
He played, pulling, pinching, rolling, squeezing.
I let gasps come out,
I rubbed back against him.
I squirmed, I panted, I moaned.
A child walked into our room
(our door was not closed, after all)
The quilt was over me, so nothing was visible.
Conversations were had...lengthy conversations.
All the while, he played.
this time I had to smile,
speak in a normal tone of voice
no squirming, nor moaning
nor gasping, nor rubbing.
After, my Sir looks at me
Smiles that evil Dom smile and says...
"That's why they call it titilation."
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The Afternoon Ascent and The Summit to come =)