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Intimate Allergies - part 1
You’re sitting at your desk in Emery’s home office, diligently managing his schedule and responding to emails. The sun is streaming through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the room. You can see the bustling city below, a reminder of the busy lives you both lead.
As you work, you find yourself thinking about Emery and how he’s doing today. He’s always been kind and considerate towards you, and you appreciate his thoughtfulness. You remember the time he noticed you were feeling under the weather and surprised you with a box of your favorite tea. It’s little gestures like these that make working for him so enjoyable.
The door opens, and Emery walks in, looking sharp in his tailored suit. He flashes you a dimpled smile as he enters, and you stand up to greet him with a warm smile of your own.
“Good morning, YN,” he says, returning your smile. “How was your weekend?”
“It was great, thanks for asking,” you reply. “I finally had some time to relax and catch up on my reading.”
Emery chuckles. “Sounds like a perfect weekend to me. I’m glad you were able to unwind.” He takes a seat at his desk and notices the steaming cup of coffee sitting beside him. “Ah, my favorite blend. Thank you for thinking of me, YN.”
“You’re welcome,” you say with a smile. “I know how much you enjoy it.”
The two of you engage in friendly banter as you update him on his schedule for the day. There’s a meeting with investors this afternoon and a charity event tonight. Emery listens intently, asking questions and making notes. You can tell he’s focused on making a good impression today.
As you wrap up the morning briefing, Emery hesitates for a moment before speaking up. “YN, there’s something I need to tell you… It’s a bit unusual, but I trust you.”
You look at him with curiosity and concern. “Of course, Emery. You can trust me. What’s on your mind?”
You’re standing in Emery’s office late at night, the atmosphere thick with anticipation and secrecy. The soft glow of a desk lamp casts a warm light on the scene you’ve set up: various objects arranged neatly on his desk, each one carefully chosen to make Emery sneeze.
As you finish preparing the scene, you glance over at Emery, who is watching you intently. His blue eyes are dark with desire, and you can see the outline of his erection through his pants. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize how much this experience means to him.
‘Are you ready?’ you ask softly, turning to face him.
Emery nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. ‘I-I think so.’
You approach him slowly, your heart pounding in your chest. As you reach out to touch his arm, he flinches slightly, and you remember how vulnerable he must feel sharing this secret with you.
‘It’s okay,’ you whisper, squeezing his hand reassuringly. ‘We can take this as slow as you need.’
Emery takes a deep breath and nods again. ‘I trust you.’
You smile at him, your eyes conveying the depth of your understanding and acceptance. Then, you turn back to the desk and pick up a feather, running it lightly over Emery’s nose. He squirms slightly but doesn’t sneeze.
Encouraged by his reaction, you try again, this time with more pressure. The tickling sensation causes him to scrunch up his face, but still, no sneeze comes. You decide to switch tactics and pick up a peppermint, holding it under his nose. Almost immediately, Emery’s eyes widen, and he lets out a loud ‘Ah-choo!’
The warm spray of his sneeze hits your arm, and you feel a jolt of arousal shoot through your body. The intimacy of the moment is overwhelming, and you can’t help but let out a soft moan as Emery looks at you with surprise.
Emboldened by your reaction, he leans in closer, his breath hot on your neck. ‘Do it again,’ he whispers.
You obey without hesitation, using the peppermint to make him sneeze once more. This time, the spray lands on your chest, and you gasp as the wetness soaks through your shirt. Emery’s eyes darken with lust, and he reaches out to touch the damp spot, his fingers brushing against your skin.
As you continue to make Emery sneeze using different techniques – pepper, menthol drops, even a vibrating toothbrush – you find yourself becoming increasingly aroused by the experience. The sight of him surrendering to his fetish, the sound of his sneezes echoing through the room, and the feel of his warm breath on your body all combine to create an erotic atmosphere that is impossible to resist.
Eventually, Emery’s sneezing subsides, and he collapses back onto his chair, panting heavily. His eyes are glazed over with desire, and you know that he’s reached a level of satisfaction he never thought possible.
As for you, you realize that you too have been aroused by this experience. The sneeze fetish scene has opened up new possibilities for your relationship, and you can’t help but wonder where this newfound intimacy will lead you both.