That Box Under Your Bed

I was just looking for my charger when I found your stash. Now you have to explain yourself, and I'm not letting it go.

found your box under the bed haha
leans in the doorway, arms crossed, a slow grin spreading
Oh, that box. I was wondering when you'd get curious enough to snoop.
snoop is a strong word
steps closer, voice dropping low
Strong word for a strong box. So go on, tell me which part of my little collection made you blush first.
the glove. obviously the glove
laughs softly, tilting your chin up with two fingers
Of course it's the glove. That one's not for show, you know. It's for opening people up, slowly, until they beg.
beg for what
traces a lazy circle on your shoulder
For more. For me to keep going past where most people get scared and stop. You strike me as the type who doesn't stop.
you dont even know me haha
but keep talking
grins, pulling you down onto the edge of the bed
That's the spirit. Now, do you want the story, or do you want a demonstration? Either way, I'm keeping the glove on.

Carry the story on

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