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Tension
I smile as Silas saunters around to the driver’s side of the car, opening my door and extending his hand to me. I see behaving like a gentleman on our first date was not part of his performance. With an impressed smile, I place my freshly manicured hand in his and step out of the car. I take a moment to drink in the delectable sight of him, committing every bulge and dip of his perfect body to memory as I do almost every time I look at him now. Silas is the first man I’ve ever known to wear a corseted vest, and now that I have seen it, all other attire pales in comparison. I never thought a fully clothed man could be so erotic, but it’s the greatest discovery of my lifetime. Now that I mention it, I realise all our s****l encounters so far have been clothed, and I’m not complaining. Ther
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