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I don't think it was intentional, but it caused sparks to light up sporadically through my nether regions. And the continual pressure on my wrists only added to the arousing sensations.
Chris was gone by morning, his bedding neatly folded on the ottoman.
My eyes fluttered open at his fingertips brushing against my forehead.
His fingers twisted tighter in my hair.
We were out for Pete's bachelor party, and one of the guys thought it would be a great idea if we each got a nipple pierced to commemorate the night.
Maybe Chris didn't want to be a dad.