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Family Gathering (My attempt at the female gaze)
The bathroom was at the end of the hallway, past the coats and the polite laughter and the low hum of conversation she’d been swimming in for hours. She’d excused herself with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, already feeling the pressure of his presence behind her before she heard the door Read more…close.
He followed without asking. They've been teasing each other all night, slowly, carefully.
The lock clicked softly, absurdly loud in the sudden quiet. The fan hummed overhead, the mirror catching them both, her a little flushed, him calm in that way that always felt intentional. The room was too small for distance. Their knees almost touched. Their shared reflection made her aware of how obvious this was, how reckless.
“You okay?” he asked, voice low.
She nodded, then shook her head. Honesty won. “I needed a minute.”
He smiled, not teasing, not indulgent. Familiar. The kind of smile that came from knowing exactly what she meant. He stepped closer, close enough that she could feel the warmth of him without being touched, and rested his hands on the counter on either side of her hips.
That did it.
Her breath caught, shallow and sharp, and she cursed herself for how predictable she still was after all this time. After years. After kids and holidays and shared calendars and folding laundry together.
“You can’t do that,” she murmured, even as her body leaned into the space he’d claimed.
“I didn’t do anything,” he said, mild. A lie they both understood.
Her laugh was silent, breathless. She glanced at the door, the handle, the idea of interruption sending a jolt through her that had nothing to do with ***. Everything to do with being wanted in a place she wasn’t supposed to be.
He reached out then, slowly, deliberately, brush his touch finger tips along her wrist, a touch so light it barely counted. The familiarity of it landed heavier than anything explicit could have. He knew exactly where to touch without touching. Exactly how long to wait.
“You’re tense,” he said quietly.
She swallowed. “Well yeah, your family is in the dining room.”
“I know.”
That was the point.
His thumb traced a small, grounding circle against her skin, hidden from view, easily mistaken for nothing if anyone knocked. The normalcy of it, the way they’d done this a hundred times before in kitchens and cars and hallways, made it worse. Better.
She leaned her forehead briefly against his shoulder, just for a second, letting herself breathe him in, his watch breath gently danced across her soft neck. The door stayed closed. No footsteps. No voices close enough to matter.
When she pulled back, her eyes met his in the mirror.
“Just—” she started, then stopped, choosing her words carefully. “Don’t make me forget where we are.”
His expression softened, something affectionate threading through the heat. “I wouldn’t.”
And he didn’t. Not fully. That restraint, mutual, practiced, was its own kind of intimacy.
They unlocked the door together. Stepped back into the noise and the light and the harmlessness of the gathering with nothing visible out of place.
Except the quiet knowledge between them.
Later, she would think about that bathroom more than she would the entire evening.
He followed without asking. They've been teasing each other all night, slowly, carefully.
The lock clicked softly, absurdly loud in the sudden quiet. The fan hummed overhead, the mirror catching them both, her a little flushed, him calm in that way that always felt intentional. The room was too small for distance. Their knees almost touched. Their shared reflection made her aware of how obvious this was, how reckless.
“You okay?” he asked, voice low.
She nodded, then shook her head. Honesty won. “I needed a minute.”
He smiled, not teasing, not indulgent. Familiar. The kind of smile that came from knowing exactly what she meant. He stepped closer, close enough that she could feel the warmth of him without being touched, and rested his hands on the counter on either side of her hips.
That did it.
Her breath caught, shallow and sharp, and she cursed herself for how predictable she still was after all this time. After years. After kids and holidays and shared calendars and folding laundry together.
“You can’t do that,” she murmured, even as her body leaned into the space he’d claimed.
“I didn’t do anything,” he said, mild. A lie they both understood.
Her laugh was silent, breathless. She glanced at the door, the handle, the idea of interruption sending a jolt through her that had nothing to do with ***. Everything to do with being wanted in a place she wasn’t supposed to be.
He reached out then, slowly, deliberately, brush his touch finger tips along her wrist, a touch so light it barely counted. The familiarity of it landed heavier than anything explicit could have. He knew exactly where to touch without touching. Exactly how long to wait.
“You’re tense,” he said quietly.
She swallowed. “Well yeah, your family is in the dining room.”
“I know.”
That was the point.
His thumb traced a small, grounding circle against her skin, hidden from view, easily mistaken for nothing if anyone knocked. The normalcy of it, the way they’d done this a hundred times before in kitchens and cars and hallways, made it worse. Better.
She leaned her forehead briefly against his shoulder, just for a second, letting herself breathe him in, his watch breath gently danced across her soft neck. The door stayed closed. No footsteps. No voices close enough to matter.
When she pulled back, her eyes met his in the mirror.
“Just—” she started, then stopped, choosing her words carefully. “Don’t make me forget where we are.”
His expression softened, something affectionate threading through the heat. “I wouldn’t.”
And he didn’t. Not fully. That restraint, mutual, practiced, was its own kind of intimacy.
They unlocked the door together. Stepped back into the noise and the light and the harmlessness of the gathering with nothing visible out of place.
Except the quiet knowledge between them.
Later, she would think about that bathroom more than she would the entire evening.
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Thank you! ➦Horror_Whore quote K3nny421:❝🔥 🥵 im so intrigued and turned on by this❞
Thank you!
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· 14.12.2025 4:59:33
Horror_Whore ➦Horror_Whore quote duckah:❝It felt like I was there. Great job 👏👏❞
Thank you! ➦Horror_Whore quote duckah:❝It felt like I was there. Great job 👏👏❞
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Thank you! ➦Horror_Whore quote duckah:❝It felt like I was there. Great job 👏👏❞
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· 14.12.2025 4:59:23
duckah It felt like I was there. Great job 👏👏 It felt like I was there. Great job 👏👏
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· 13.12.2025 22:09:01
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Exposed | I use to live in some apartments on the first floor near a busy sidewalk. My couch was right up next to the window. I use to stroke my cock with the blinds open allowing anyone to come by and watch. I was caught 3 times, one was a jogger who came back for a second look. Another watched Read more…
and recorded until I finished on the window. Fuck I miss that place