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A Night of Hands and Desire - part 1
You’re dancing with your friends, laughing and sipping on a glass of wine. The music is upbeat, the chandeliers casting warm light on the guests as they mingle and laugh. You think to yourself I should really try to enjoy myself tonight… but it’s just so hard.
Your friends notice your disconnected demeanor and ask if you’re okay. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you say with a forced smile. “Just a little tired, that’s all.”
In reality, you can’t shake the feeling that something is missing from your life. You’ve been single for a while now, and the thought of another night spent alone is almost unbearable.
As you dance, you feel a buzz in your pocket. It’s a text from your ex-partner. Your heart skips a beat as you read it: “Hey, just thinking about you. Hope you’re doing well.”
You hesitate for a moment before eventually deleting the message without replying. Why can’t I just move on? you wonder.
You decide to text your best friend, Sarah, who’s also at the party. “Hey, Sare. I’m trying to enjoy myself, but it’s hard. I feel so disconnected.”
Sarah replies almost immediately. “Aw, babe. I’m sorry you’re feeling that way. Why don’t you come over and dance with us? We’ll cheer you up!”
You make your way through the crowd to join Sarah and her group of friends. They welcome you with open arms, and soon enough, you find yourself laughing and having a good time.
As the night goes on, you notice a handsome stranger watching you from across the room. He’s tall, dark-haired, with piercing blue eyes and an air of confidence that commands attention. You can’t help but feel flattered by his gaze.
Eventually, he approaches you, a smile playing on his lips. “Hi there,” he says, extending his hand. “I’m Harley.”
You take his hand, feeling an instant spark of connection. “I’m YN,” you reply with a smile.
Harley nods and gestures to the dance floor. “Care to dance?”
You agree, and soon enough, you’re swaying to the music in each other’s arms. Harley is an excellent dancer, and you can’t help but be impressed by his moves.
As the song comes to an end, Harley leads you off the dance floor and over to a quieter corner of the room. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box.
“I know this might seem sudden,” he says, opening the box to reveal an intricate hand-shaped ring, “but I noticed your beautiful hands earlier, and I just had to show you this.”
You’re taken aback by the gesture but can’t help admiring the stunning ring. “It’s gorgeous,” you say, running your fingers over its delicate design.
Harley smiles, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I have a secret fetish,” he whispers. “And it involves hands like yours.”
Before you can respond, Harley leans in and kisses you passionately. His lips are soft and warm, and you find yourself melting into the embrace.
Without warning, Harley scoops you up into his arms and carries you to a private room. He locks the door behind him and sets you down gently on a plush sofa.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he says, his voice low and seductive.
He kneels in front of you and begins to worship your hands, kissing each finger tenderly before moving up your arms. His lips are warm and soft against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
As Harley continues his sensual exploration, he slowly strips you naked, revealing your toned body and perfect breasts. He takes his time, savoring every inch of your flesh as if it were the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
Finally, he stands up and removes his own clothes, revealing a lean, muscular physique that makes your heart race. You can’t help but admire his toned abs and the prominent bulge in his pants.
Harley steps closer, his eyes locked on yours as he reaches for your hand. He guides it to his erection, and you can feel the heat of his arousal through the fabric of his pants.
“Touch me,” he whispers. “I want to feel your hands all over my body.”
You obey, your fingers tracing the outline of his cock before slipping inside his pants to grasp it firmly. Harley moans softly as you stroke him, his hips thrusting forward in time with your movements.
With a final groan, he pulls away and lays you down on the sofa. He positions himself between your legs, his cock poised at your entrance.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks, his voice husky with desire.
You nod, unable to form words as you anticipate the feel of him inside you. Harley thrusts forward, filling you completely. You gasp at the sensation, your hands instinctively grasping his shoulders for support.
He begins to move slowly at first, each stroke deep and deliberate. As he picks up speed, you find yourself matching his rhythm, your hips rising to meet his every thrust.
Harley’s hands roam over your body, caressing your breasts and teasing your nipples. He leans down to kiss you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth as he continues to drive into you.
You feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body tensing in anticipation of the release. Harley must sense it too because he increases his pace, pounding into you with a fierce intensity that sends you over the edge.
You cry out as the orgasm washes over you, your entire body shuddering with pleasure. Harley follows suit, his own climax coming just moments after yours. He collapses on top of you, both of you breathless and spent.
As you lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, you can’t help but feel a sense of connection that goes beyond the physical. For the first time in a long while, you feel truly alive.
You’re curled up on your couch, sipping a cup of coffee and lost in the pages of your favorite book when you hear a knock at the door. Setting your book aside, you walk over to answer it, wondering who could be visiting you this early in the morning.
As you open the door, you’re greeted by Harley, standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a devilish grin on his face. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of him, and you can feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.
“Good morning,” he says, offering you the flowers. “I hope I’m not too early.”
“No, no,” you reply, taking the bouquet from him. “It’s just… unexpected. What are these for?”
Harley leans in close, his voice low and seductive. “For last night,” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. “And for every other night I hope to spend with you.”
You feel a shiver run down your spine as you step back, inviting him inside. He follows you into the living room, taking in your surroundings with interest.
“Nice place,” he comments, sitting down on the couch. “It’s cozy.”
You smile, placing the flowers in a vase before joining him on the couch. “Thanks. So, what brings you here?”
Harley leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “I wanted to see you again,” he says simply. “Last night was… incredible.”
You can’t help but blush at the memory of your encounter in the private room. The way Harley had worshiped your hands, the intensity of his gaze as he stripped you naked and explored every inch of your body… it had been unlike anything you’d ever experienced before.
“It was,” you agree, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t expect… any of that.”
Harley smirks. “Neither did I. But I’m glad it happened.” He reaches out and takes your hand in his, running his thumb over your knuckles. “You have beautiful hands, YN. They deserve to be worshipped.”
You feel a thrill run through you at his touch, and you can’t help but laugh nervously. “I never thought I’d meet someone who shared my fetish,” you admit.
Harley chuckles. “Me neither. It’s like fate brought us together.” He leans in closer, his gaze intense. “And now that we’ve found each other, I don’t want to let go.”
Your heart skips a beat as you stare into his eyes, feeling the connection between you growing stronger by the minute. You know that you should be cautious, that getting involved with someone like Harley could only lead to heartache in the end, but you can’t help but be drawn to him.
“What are you thinking?” he asks softly.
You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. “I’m thinking that I want to see where this goes,” you say finally.
Harley’s face lights up with a smile. “Good,” he says, squeezing your hand gently. “Because I have plans for us tonight.”
You raise an eyebrow in curiosity. “Oh? And what might those plans be?”
He leans back on the couch, his arms crossed behind his head. “I’m making dinner at my place,” he says casually. “And I was hoping you’d join me.”
You can’t help but laugh at his nonchalant tone. “Dinner, huh? Sounds innocent enough.”
Harley grins. “Oh, it will be anything but innocent,” he promises, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I have a feeling we’re going to have a very… hands-on evening.”
You feel your cheeks flush at the innuendo, but you can’t deny the excitement that stirs within you at the thought of spending more time with Harley. Despite your reservations, there’s something about him that draws you in, making it impossible to resist his charm.
“I’ll be there,” you say finally, a smile playing on your lips. “Just don’t keep me waiting too long.”
Harley chuckles. “Oh, I promise you won’t be disappointed.” He stands up, offering you his hand. “Now, let me help you with those flowers.”
As you take his hand and stand up, you can feel the electricity between you, the sexual tension that has been building since the moment you met. You know that this is only the beginning of what promises to be a wild ride, and as Harley helps you arrange the flowers in your vase, you can’t help but wonder where it will all lead.
As the sun sets and the evening approaches, you find yourself growing more and more excited at the prospect of spending another night with Harley. You choose a simple yet elegant dress, one that shows off your curves while still leaving something to the imagination. Your heart races as you apply your makeup, wondering what the night has in store for you.
When you arrive at Harley’s place, he greets you at the door with a smile that makes your knees weak. He’s dressed casually but looks every bit as handsome as he did the night before.
“You look stunning,” he says, his eyes roaming over your body appreciatively. “Come on in.”
As you step inside, you take in the cozy atmosphere of Harley’s apartment. Candles flicker on the table, casting a warm glow over the room, and the scent of something delicious wafts from the kitchen.
“I hope you like pasta,” he says, leading you to the dining table. “It’s my specialty.”
You smile, taking a seat at the table as Harley disappears into the kitchen. You can hear him humming to himself as he prepares the meal, and the sound is oddly comforting. For a moment, you allow yourself to imagine what it would be like to have this kind of domestic bliss with someone like Harley - cooking dinner together, sharing intimate moments, building a life side by side.
But as quickly as the thought comes, you push it away. You know that getting involved with someone like Harley could only lead to heartache in the end. He’s not the kind of man who settles down, and despite your growing feelings for him, you can’t ignore that fact.
As if sensing your thoughts, Harley emerges from the kitchen carrying a steaming plate of pasta. He sets it down in front of you with a flourish, then takes his seat across the table.
“Bon appétit,” he says, raising his glass of wine in a toast. “To us.”
You clink your glass against his, taking a sip of the rich, full-bodied wine. It’s delicious, just like everything else Harley has done since you met him.
As you eat, you engage in flirty banter, discussing your shared fetish and the previous night’s encounter. The conversation is filled with sexual tension and innuendos, deepening your connection both physically and emotionally.
“I can’t believe we’re actually talking about this,” you say with a laugh, feeling more at ease than you thought possible. “It’s like we’re living out some kind of fantasy.”
Harley leans back in his chair, regarding you with a smoldering gaze. “I know what you mean,” he says softly. “But for me, it’s not just a fantasy. It’s real. And I want more of it.”
Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you can feel your cheeks flush with desire. You know that you should be cautious, that getting involved with someone like Harley could only lead to heartache in the end, but you can’t help but be drawn to him.
As the night wears on, your attraction towards each other grows stronger, and you begin to develop genuine feelings for one another. This creates an interesting dynamic between you, as you struggle to balance your sexual desires with the emotional connection that is forming.
Finally, Harley reveals that he has been thinking about you non-stop since your first encounter and wants to take things to the next level with you. His words fill you with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, as you know that giving in to your desires could lead to a world of hurt in the end.
But for now, you push those thoughts aside, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment. As Harley takes your hand in his, leading you towards the bedroom, you can’t help but wonder what the future holds for the two of you. But for tonight, at least, you’re content to let go of your fears and surrender to the passion that burns between you.