In Terre D'Ange, taking one's clothing off--or undressing a lover--was considered part of the whole process. Something to be savored and enjoyed, not just a short interruption in the midst of everything else. So rather than rush into getting naked, Hya took his time, letting the fine linen of his shirt fall from his shoulders and catch on his arms, then slowly drawing it off to tumble to the floor.
It wasn't a strip tease, exactly. No bump'n grind, no exaggerated movements, just constant eye contact and an appreciation for each part of the body that was uncovered next, heightening the anticipation for whatever remained clothed.
His hands slid down to the front of his pants, fingers brushing over the bulge there. He shivered, then unfastened the laces, letting them fall open to reveal a thatch of shorn curls.
And on and on and on until he was standing in front of her, completely naked for her perusal.
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It wasn't a strip tease, exactly. No bump'n grind, no exaggerated movements, just constant eye contact and an appreciation for each part of the body that was uncovered next, heightening the anticipation for whatever remained clothed.
His hands slid down to the front of his pants, fingers brushing over the bulge there. He shivered, then unfastened the laces, letting them fall open to reveal a thatch of shorn curls.
And on and on and on until he was standing in front of her, completely naked for her perusal.