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How may I please you, tease you?
How may I wind you up at whim? I want to taunt and titillate, to dip my
fingers in the fountain of your fantasies and stir those secret desires
to the surface. I want to look inside the fortress of your fetishes and
see for myself what makes you quiver, tremble, what makes your pelvis
rise out of your seat, for the ache is so damned sweet. Is it a smile
or a wink, a body of innocent curves covered in soft white cotton?
Perhaps it’s heated limbs wrapped in patent leather or the promised
kiss of vermillion lips. Whatever the case, it is all beautiful, and I
want to know. And as long as there’s a fantasy or fetish, there is a
tease to match. That is my passion, you see, as a seductress; I am a
tease and this is a taste of what that means to me.
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