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The Intense Worship - part 1
You arrive at the exclusive Hollywood party wearing a stunning evening gown that accentuates your curves, and you immediately catch the attention of many guests. As you walk in, you can’t help but feel a sense of dread wash over you. Another boring party full of fake people, you think to yourself.
You mingle with other guests, discussing business deals and networking, but it all feels so empty. You overhear a group of people talking about your success in the business world, but inside, you feel hollow.
As you’re texting a friend about how boring the party is, a familiar face approaches you. It’s Ashton, the famous actor known for his chiseled good looks and brooding persona. He’s wearing a well-tailored suit that highlights his muscular build, and his deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets as they meet yours.
“Hello,” he says, his voice low and smooth like velvet. “You look stunning tonight.”
You thank him for the compliment, but inside, you’re rolling your eyes. Great, another guy who thinks he can get in my pants with a few nice words.
Ashton seems to sense your skepticism and smiles. “I know what you must think of me,” he says, “but I genuinely mean it. Your beauty is mesmerizing.”
You’re taken aback by his honesty and find yourself blushing. Maybe there’s more to this guy than meets the eye.
Ashton notices your reaction and takes a step closer. “Would you do me the honor of allowing me to kiss your hand as a token of my admiration?” he asks, his eyes locked on yours.
You hesitate for a moment, but something in his gaze makes you feel special, like he truly appreciates your beauty and strength. You nod, extending your hand towards him.
Ashton gently takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips. He presses a soft kiss on the back of your hand, then begins to trace his tongue along each finger, slowly and deliberately. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and you can’t help but let out a soft moan.
He looks up at you with a mischievous grin before moving up your arm, paying homage to every inch of your skin. His lips and tongue explore your wrist, forearm, and elbow, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
You’re so turned on by his worship that you can barely think straight. This is what I’ve been missing, you think to yourself. Someone who appreciates me for who I am and what I have to offer.
Ashton continues his journey up your arm, pausing at your shoulder to nibble on your earlobe. You let out a gasp, surprised by the intensity of the sensation. He chuckles softly before moving higher, planting kisses along your neck and jawline.
By the time he reaches your lips, you’re practically begging for him to kiss you. And when he does, it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. His lips are soft and warm, and his tongue is gentle yet insistent as it explores your mouth.
As the kiss deepens, you feel a wave of desire wash over you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, desperate for more. But just as things are heating up, Ashton pulls away with a smile.
“I’m sorry,” he says, his breathing slightly ragged. “But I think that’s enough for tonight.”
You’re left feeling both disappointed and intrigued. Who is this man, and what does he want from me? you wonder.
Ashton steps back with a smile, extending his hand to help you up. “Thank you for allowing me to worship your beautiful skin,” he says softly. “I hope we can do it again soon.”
With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, breathless and longing for more.