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The night was warm, almost sticky with heat. The city below ..

Published: October 14th 2025, 9:00:40 pm

The night was warm, almost sticky with heat.

The city below us hummed, but here, on the balcony, everything seemed slow.

The light fabric of my robe slid lightly across my skin as I leaned against the railing.

The wind brushed my thighs... like a premonition of your hands.

You came up behind me, wordlessly.

Warm breath on my neck, lips that slid across my skin so slowly that goosebumps ran through my entire body.

My fingers gripped the cold metal of the railing as you parted the hem of my robe and pulled me close.

I felt you with every cell of my body.

You moved slowly, as if you were deliberately trying to drive me crazy.

From below came the noise of the street, cars, other people's voices—and that made it even hotter.

Every movement seemed daring, as if the whole world could see us... but we wouldn't stop.

I arched toward you, and the night dissolved into hot breath, quiet moans, and a warm wind.

The world remained somewhere below. There were only us here. And this insanely sweet risk. 💘