Becoming A Sex Object
Velvet's hand hoveredover the dial button on her telephone. She hesitated, unsure of the consequences in dialling the number she had just keyed in. The man she had taken the number from yesterday, after work at the bar, was at the forefront of her thoughts; he was hard to forget. His smouldering gaze was etched into her mind's eye, sending a shiver down her spine again and again, exactly as it had done the first time she stood before him. “I have been looking for someone like you. I'd like you...
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