I melt when he leads me confidently in dancehand firm on my lower backeyes locked; whispers low commands in my earmixes strength with tenderness; notices tiny things โ a strand of hairmy fingers on the flute
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crude pushy grabscheap dirty talk about my bodyignoring my feelings or storiesweak hesitant leading in dancesmell of sweat or alcoholloud jealousycontrolling instead of protectingtrying to โscoreโ