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I like pinching nipples. This won't work on most women. But then, half the shit I like won't work on most women.

Because this is serious business and you might try to squirm away, I'm going to have to tie you up.

I'm going to take my time and appreciate your breasts with the palms of my hands for a while. It occurs to me that you might not yet know what you're in for. As I look at you I can't keep from smiling.

It starts as a gentle stroking with my thumb and forefinger. And then comes the pressure...

With all things there's a magical moment. When I'm sliding my hand up your thigh and cross that invisible line, there's a subtle spark of energy. I have to pay close attention to notice it. It could be a quick flex of a muscle or a tiny little gasp. That's when I back off, back down to the knee, the calf. Then I start to slide my fingers up your leg all over again.

A little farther... a little closer every time.

It's the same with pinching your nipples. I'm watching your face, your head tilted back, mouth open, as I wait for you to flinch or to make your involuntary sexy sound of pleasure and pain. Exactly then is when I release the pressure.

I love how they harden under my hands, your poor sweet nipples. I feel their sensitivity burning into my fingers every time we reach that magical moment.

And how I love it when "stop... stop" is followed by "more... more."