Tuesday was the best day ever!

Tuesday night felt quieter but just as charged.

Summer pulled me aside for a dance. She took her time. Slow grind. Slow touch. Her hands ran over my chest, down my stomach, lower, teasing. She pressed herself into me until it was impossible to hide my reaction. When her hand wrapped around me through my clothes, slow and deliberate, she watched my face like she enjoyed every second of control. It was intense, controlled, almost cruel in how slow she made it.

She leaned in close and whispered what was available if I wanted more. For a moment, I considered it. But I let that tension hang there unfinished.