Episode 73: Poetry Reading ASMR

Your hands finds me with a certainty that feels practiced, not careful, not hesitant, just knowing exactly where to stay until I feel it everywhere. There’s something dangerous in the way you take your time, like you’re testing how much I can hold before I stop pretending I’m in control of it. I should step back. I don’t. Instead, I meet you there, closer than I meant to be, close enough that every breath feels like it belongs to both of us now. Your touch isn’t soft. It’s deliberate. Pressing, lingering, like you want a reaction, like you expect one. And I give it to you. Not all at once, but in pieces. The way my shoulders loosen The way my hands stop behaving. The way I lean in instead of away. You notice. Of course you do. Your grip shifts just enough and it sends something sharp and warm through me, fast enough to steal whatever I was about to say. There’s no space left now. Not really. Just contact, heat layered over heat, movement that starts small and then refuses to stay that way. You push, just slightly, and I push back. Not to stop you. Never to stop you. But to feel it more. To meet that pressure with something equal, something that says don’t hold back now. Because I’m not. Because whatever this is, it isn’t careful anymore. It’s the way your hands don’t leave. The way mine don’t either. The way every second stretches tighter, like something about to snap or give. And right there, on that edge, I let go of the last excuse to pull away. Not because you made me. Because I want to know how far this goes when neither of us stops.Written by https://www.threads.com/@thriftygirl365 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com