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Archivist's note: Sequel to The Reality Is....Just for Meby WickedGame
Now, don't get me wrong. I love watching Duo on stage when he strips, but there's something so erotic and right about it when he does it at home, just for me. When I'm sitting on the couch staring up at him and he slowly takes off all of his clothes...that does it for me like nothing else does. There are other things that can get me hard in a whisper of a moment but nothing turns me on more than seeing every piece of clothing being removed one at a time until there's nothing left except his naked and very well-formed body dancing in front of me. I can smell the slight lingering scent of his cologne even as he dances in front of me, and it makes me want to get up and dance with him, get up and bury my nose in his neck and inhale his scent. God, he always smells so damned good. But I'm being good, and sitting on my hands as he sways his ass in front of me, encased in blue slacks that I know have velcro on the sides so they rip away easily. It's one of his costumes, complete with plastic gun in a belt on the hip. And that's the first thing to go, unbuckled and tossed into my lap. I laugh and point the gun at him, firing off an imaginary bullet before setting the belt to the side. He always takes his shirt off next, slowly unbuttoning every button until the blue shirt is hanging open, then sliding it slowly down his arms until it falls to the floor and he kicks it aside. Now, the teasing begins. Always with the teasing. Leaning over me, putting his nipples within easy range of my tongue, tempting me to touch him even though I know it's against the rules. I'm stronger than that, and I keep my tongue to myself, only letting it dart out to moisten my dry lips. He laughs and pulls away, turning around to offer me his ass. He touches his toes and then lifts back up and pulls the pants away from his body, the velcro making a loud noise at it gives way. He tosses the pants to the side and all I can see is the matching blue thong he had on underneath. Normally Duo wears boxers, but when you're stripping there's a certain attire to be worn. Believe me, I know. He decides he's done playing, and straddles my lap. "Want a lap dance?" he whispers in my ear. I hold him tight to me and don't let go. "Not tonight. Need you." He grinds his ass into my lap and grins. "Well then, what are you waiting for?" Indeed, what am I waiting for?
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