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Fingers of Desire - part 1
‘And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how we can revolutionize the industry by leveraging AI-driven data analysis.’ You take a deep breath, your blue eyes scanning the room as you pause for effect. The audience, captivated by your presentation, hangs on your every word. ‘Thank you for your time today. I’m happy to answer any questions you may have.’
As the applause dies down, you make your way off the stage, feeling a surge of pride and satisfaction. You’ve worked hard on this project, and it shows in the enthusiastic response from your peers. As you mingle with colleagues and other attendees, discussing industry trends and potential collaborations, you can’t help but feel a sense of belonging.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you glance down to see a text from a friend back home. ‘How’s the conference going?’ they ask. You quickly type out a reply: ‘It’s fine, but I can’t help feeling like something is missing.’ As you hit send, you shake off the vague sense of unease and turn your attention back to the conference.
Marianne, a colleague from another department, approaches you with a warm smile. ‘Great presentation, YN,’ she says, her green eyes sparkling with admiration. ‘You really know how to engage an audience.’
‘Thank you,’ you reply, returning her smile. ‘It’s been a labor of love, that’s for sure.’
Marianne nods in agreement. ‘I can tell. So, what do you think about the new project I’m working on? I could really use your input.’
As Marianne begins to explain her project, you find yourself becoming increasingly aware of a strange sensation. Your gaze is drawn to her hands as she gesticulates, emphasizing key points with graceful movements. There’s something about the way her fingers dance through the air that captivates you, and you can’t help but stare.
Marianne pauses mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing slightly as she notices your fixation on her hands. For a moment, you worry that she might be offended, but instead, a curious smile plays at the corners of her mouth. ‘YN,’ she says softly, ‘are you quite alright?’
You blush, realizing how odd your behavior must seem. ‘I’m sorry,’ you stammer. ‘It’s just… I can’t help but admire your hands.’
Marianne raises an eyebrow, her smile growing more mischievous by the second. ‘Is that so?’ she asks, taking a step closer to you. ‘And why is that, exactly?’
Before you can reply, Marianne extends her hand and traces her fingers along your arm, sending shivers down your spine. You gasp, caught off guard by the intimate touch.
‘Do you like that?’ she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. ‘Because I have a feeling there’s more to this fascination of yours than meets the eye.’
As Marianne continues to tease you with her fingers, you feel your heart racing and your body responding in ways you never expected. You’re torn between the desire to pull away and the urge to lean into her touch.
In that moment, you realize that there is indeed something missing from your life – something that Marianne seems all too willing to help you explore. But as the excitement builds within you, so does the fear of what might happen if your conservative community were to discover your secret desires.
The final sentence is her realizing she can’t tear her gaze away from them.
You’re sitting in the hotel lobby, trying to gather your thoughts after the intense encounter with Marianne. Your hands are shaking, and you can’t seem to focus on anything else but the memory of her fingers tracing your arm. The sensation is still fresh in your mind, making your heart race and your body tingle with anticipation.
Marianne appears, looking as stunning as ever in a form-fitting black dress that accentuates her curves. She smiles at you, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. ‘Hey, YN,’ she says, her voice low and seductive. ‘Would you like to join me for a drink in my hotel room? I have something interesting to show you.’
You hesitate, torn between your desire for Marianne and your fear of being discovered by your conservative community. But the allure of exploring your hand fetish with her is too strong to resist. ‘Okay,’ you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘I’ll join you.’
Marianne grins, her eyes filled with satisfaction. She takes your hand and leads you towards the elevator, her touch sending shivers down your spine. As you step inside, she presses the button for her floor and leans against the wall, her gaze never leaving yours.
The elevator doors open, and Marianne guides you to her room, her fingers intertwined with yours. The warmth of her hand sends a jolt of electricity through your body, making it difficult to think straight. She unlocks the door and ushers you inside, closing it behind her.
The hotel room is dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. A bottle of wine sits on the table, along with two glasses. Marianne pours you both a drink and hands you one, her fingers brushing against yours as she does so. You take a sip, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through your body.
Marianne sits down opposite you, her legs crossed, and leans forward. ‘So, YN,’ she says, her voice low and seductive. ‘I couldn’t help but notice your fascination with my hands earlier.’ She smirks, watching your reaction closely.
You blush, feeling embarrassed that she knows about your fetish. But instead of judging you, Marianne seems intrigued by it. She continues, ‘I find it quite interesting, and I’d love to explore it further with you.’
Your heart races at the thought of what she might have in store for you. You take a deep breath and nod, giving her permission to continue. Marianne grins, her eyes filled with excitement. She stands up and walks over to you, her movements graceful and confident.
She sits down next to you, her thigh brushing against yours. You can feel the heat radiating from her body, and it’s almost too much to bear. Marianne leans in close, her breath warm on your neck. ‘Are you ready, YN?’ she whispers.
You nod, unable to find your voice. Marianne smiles and reaches for your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours. She brings your hand to her lips and kisses it gently, sending a wave of pleasure through your body.
‘I’m going to tease you with my hands,’ she says, her eyes locked on yours. ‘But first, I want you to close your eyes and focus on the sensations.’ You do as she says, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.
Marianne begins by tracing her fingers along your arm, slowly and deliberately. Her touch is feather-light, sending shivers through your body. She moves her hands up to your shoulders, massaging them gently before working her way down to your chest.
You can feel your breath quickening as she teases your nipples through your clothes, circling them with her fingertips. Your arousal builds, and you’re unable to control the moans that escape your lips. Marianne seems to enjoy your reactions, her own breathing becoming more rapid as she continues to explore your body with her hands.
She moves lower, trailing her fingers along your stomach and hips. You can feel the heat of her body against yours, and it’s all you can do not to reach out and touch her. But Marianne is in control, and she wants you to experience every sensation without distraction.
Finally, she reaches for the blindfold on the table and ties it around your eyes. ‘Now,’ she says, her voice husky with desire. ‘You’ll feel only my touch.’ She begins to tease you again, her hands roaming over your body with a newfound intensity.
Without the ability to see, your other senses are heightened. You can feel every brush of her fingers against your skin, every whisper of her breath on your neck. It’s all too much, and you find yourself arching towards her touch, desperate for more.
Marianne seems to sense your growing need and begins to explore areas that are even more intimate. Her fingers dance along the edge of your panties, teasing you mercilessly. You can feel your arousal building, and it’s only a matter of time before you lose control completely.
As Marianne continues to tease you with her hands, you realize that there is indeed something missing from your life – something that she seems all too willing to help you explore. But as the excitement builds within you, so does the fear of what might happen if your conservative community were to discover your secret desires.
The final sentence is: You can’t tear your gaze away from Marianne’s hands as they continue to explore your body.