Up against the wall.

She stepped forward into my space, pushing me back against the wall with just enough impact and just enough pressure that I felt taken. Her hands were on me, eyes piercing into my own, breath dancing across the skin of my neck and chest as she moved like an animal against my own animal body, lust and passion and power and desire all unbridled and yet without question, under her control. She was riding that edge purposely. This was all designed so that I could feel safe in the energy of wanting, of being wanted and of wanting in return.

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