@GoingDownWithSundial@mastodon.social
Post #2371639
2026-05-09 15:21 UTC
“Hands on the table,” I say.
You blink, ruffled again.
“Palms down. Where I can see them.”
For the tiniest second, you hesitate, and that pause does something delicious to me. And then you obey me. You place your hands on the table between us, spreading your fingers wide, as if you’ve been caught.
“Good,” I say it softly, a caress of a word.
I watch your lips part, your breath catching just a little.
Replies (3)
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@GoingDownWithSundial@mastodon.social 2026-05-10 15:47
My man pointed out how nonsensical "Palms down. Where I can see them." is :D This story is coming along nicely, but it's going to take a while to finish. Really excited about it, it's probably going to be the most interesting thing I've written to date :)
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@Cyb3rVix3n@kinkycats.org 2026-05-09 15:35
@GoingDownWithSundial@mastodon.social Uuuh, I wanna know how this goes on 🫦 Thinking about this makes me horny :blobcat_dizzy:
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@cbharris@poweredbygay.social 2026-05-09 16:35
@GoingDownWithSundial@mastodon.social "...a caress of a word." 🤌