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Under the Rain - part 2

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You lead Patrick into your house, excitement coursing through your veins as you think about what’s to come. As soon as you close the door behind you, you turn to face him, a mischievous grin on your lips. ‘So, Patrick,’ you say, ‘I have an idea.’ Patrick raises his eyebrows in anticipation. ‘What is it?’ ‘Well,’ you say, taking his hand and leading him into the living room, ‘I was thinking we could try something new.’ You gesture to the rough brick fireplace and the worn leather couch. ‘Something that involves these.’ Patrick’s eyes light up with understanding as he looks around the room. ‘You mean…?’ You nod, a smile playing on your lips. ‘I want to know what it feels like for you,’ you say softly. ‘I want to experience it together.’ Patrick takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. ‘It started when I was a kid,’ he begins, his voice low and rough. ‘I fell on some rocks, and ever since then…’ He trails off, running his fingers over the brick fireplace. ‘The sensation of rough surfaces against my skin just does something to me.’ You watch him intently, your heart racing as you imagine what it must feel like for him. ‘Show me,’ you whisper. Patrick turns to face you, his eyes dark with desire. He reaches out and traces the line of your jaw with his fingertips, his touch light but insistent. You shiver at the contact, feeling the calluses on his fingers against your skin. ‘Like this,’ he murmurs. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes as you savor the sensation. Patrick’s fingers continue to explore your face, tracing the curve of your cheekbone and the outline of your lips. Each touch sends a shiver through you, making you more aware of your own body and the desire building within you. As Patrick’s hands move lower, tracing the neckline of your shirt, you can’t help but moan softly. The rough texture of his fingers against your sensitive skin is almost too much to bear. You open your eyes to find him watching you intently, his own desire plain to see in the heat of his gaze. ‘I want to feel more,’ you say breathlessly. ‘I want to experience everything with you.’ Patrick nods, his fingers moving to the buttons of your shirt. He undoes them one by one, his eyes never leaving yours as he bares your skin to his touch. When your shirt falls open, he runs his hands over your breasts, the calluses on his fingers creating a delicious friction against your sensitive nipples. You gasp at the sensation, arching into his touch as your body begs for more. Patrick’s hands continue to explore your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he traces the outline of your hips and the curve of your thighs. As he kneels before you, running his hands over your calves and ankles, you can’t help but think about how different this experience is from anything you’ve ever known. The roughness of his touch, combined with the tender way he looks at you, creates a unique blend of pleasure and intimacy that leaves you feeling more connected to him than ever before. ‘I love the way it feels,’ Patrick murmurs as he continues to caress your skin. ‘The contrast between the rough and the soft, the way it makes me feel alive.’ You look down at him, your heart swelling with affection as you realize just how much this means to him. ‘I understand,’ you say softly. ‘And I’m so glad we get to experience it together.’ Patrick looks up at you, his eyes filled with emotion. ‘Me too,’ he says simply. As you stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, you can’t help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. This newfound understanding between you has deepened your connection in ways you never could have imagined, and you know that this is only the beginning of your journey together.


You and Patrick are hiking in the woods when it starts raining heavily. You both take shelter under a tree, but the wet branches scratch your skin as you lean against them. The sensation excites Patrick, who can’t help but touch your arm and shoulders to feel the rough texture on his own skin.

As the rain beats down around you, Patrick moves closer, his hand trailing up your arm. ‘I love how this tree feels against my back,’ he whispers in your ear. His breath is hot, sending shivers down your spine.

You lean into him, feeling the rough bark against your own skin. It’s an odd sensation, but you can see why Patrick likes it. The texture is almost hypnotic, and you find yourself lost in the moment.

Patrick turns to face you, his eyes dark with desire. ‘The way the rain is making your clothes cling to your body…’ he breathes, his hands skimming over your curves. ‘It’s driving me wild.’

You can’t help but smile at his words. It’s flattering to know that you have this effect on him. And as you look into his eyes, you realize that you want to explore this side of him further.

Back at your apartment, you show Patrick around, leading him to the living room. The space is cozy and inviting, with a stone fireplace, wooden beams on the ceiling, and a rough wool rug on the floor. It’s the perfect setting for what’s to come.

Patrick stands in front of the fireplace, his back against the cold stone. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, savoring the sensation of the rough surface against his skin. ‘This is amazing,’ he murmurs.

You approach him from behind, your hands wandering over his chest and stomach. Patrick moans softly as you drag your fingernails across his skin, causing him to shiver with pleasure.

‘Yes, harder,’ he whispers, his eyes still closed. You oblige, scratching lightly at his flesh as he becomes more aroused. The sound of his breath quickening is music to your ears.

Patrick turns to face you, his eyes locked on yours. He pulls you close, his hands roaming over your body as he kisses you passionately. You can feel the heat radiating from him, and it’s intoxicating.

Suddenly, Patrick breaks away and lies down on the wool rug, his muscular form stretched out before you. ‘Straddle me,’ he says, his voice low and husky.

You don’t hesitate. Straddling him, you grind your hips against his as you feel the roughness of the rug on your thighs. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve experienced before, and it sends a thrill through your entire body.

Looking into each other’s eyes, Patrick compliments you, saying, ‘You have no idea how sexy you look right now, with your skin against this rug.’ His words make you blush, but you can’t deny the truth in them.

As you continue to explore Patrick’s abrasion kink together, the tension between you mounts. The combination of rough textures and intimate touches is electrifying, and you find yourself lost in the moment.

But just as things are heating up, your phone rings, breaking the spell. It’s one of your friends, checking in on you after the hike. You quickly compose yourselves and end the call before resuming your activities.

Alternatively, YN could decide she wants to try out Patrick’s kink as well or suggest they continue exploring his abrasion kink in other rooms of the house.

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