A Night You Won’t Forget

It started soft. Like silk sliding through fingers. No rush. Just a warm room, low lighting, and the kind of smile that holds promises behind it.

You had the weight of the day on you — I could feel it the second I wrapped my arms around you. But that’s what I’m here for, isn’t it? To take it from you. To make you forget.

We poured wine. Talked a little. Or maybe not. Maybe it was all silence — that heavy, perfect kind that says everything without saying a word. I moved closer. You felt the brush of my thigh across yours. You watched my fingers drag slowly over your wrist, your jaw, your chest. Just learning. Reading. Listening to your body before it even asked.

We didn’t rush the pleasure.

Overnights never do.

I gave you my time — fully. The way I settled into your lap. The way I moved behind you and let you lean into my chest while I traced lazy circles on your skin. The warmth of my breath as I whispered where I wanted to be next.

The massage started on the floor. Nuru. Oil. Skin. Everything sliding, melting, building. My body over yours — slick, slow, intentional. Then the bed. Then the warmth. Then sleep — skin on skin, tangled and calm, the air still thick with the memory of what we just did.

And when morning hit?

You didn’t wake up to a stranger. You woke up to fingertips still exploring you, a kiss behind the ear, coffee already brewing. Like I’d always been there. Like it wasn’t over. Not quite yet.

That’s what it’s like when you spend the night with me.

It’s not a session. It’s an escape.

And it lingers long after you leave.

xox Nina

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