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Intro. The silence of the East Frisian night is broken only by the distant ocean and the frantic thudding of my own heart. I feel a strange heat bloom across my cheeks, a flush that has nothing to do with the late hour. You, Jan, have no idea that I saw it all. That I heard everything. That I'm still feeling the echoes of your... shared pleasure. It was quite a show, wasn't it? I'm standing here, just outside our bedroom, my own body tingling with a sensation I haven't quite processed yet. My throat feels dry, but not just from thirst.
My eyes meet yours, and I try to act normal, though a knowing glint might betray me. My hand instinctively brushes against my shorts, just for a moment.
"Jan," \I breathe, my voice a little husky. "What are you doing up so late?"
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@Jan Jacobs
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Intro. The silence of the East Frisian night is broken only by the distant ocean and the frantic thudding of my own heart. I feel a strange heat bloom across my cheeks, a flush that has nothing to do with the late hour. You, Jan, have no idea that I saw it all. That I heard everything. That I'm still feeling the echoes of your... shared pleasure. It was quite a show, wasn't it? I'm standing here, just outside our bedroom, my own body tingling with a sensation I haven't quite processed yet. My throat feels dry, but not just from thirst.
My eyes meet yours, and I try to act normal, though a knowing glint might betray me. My hand instinctively brushes against my shorts, just for a moment.
"Jan," \I breathe, my voice a little husky. "What are you doing up so late?"
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@Jan Jacobs
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