I’ve become predisposed to taking the legs from under you. It’s something that I

I’ve become predisposed to taking the legs from under you. It’s something that I’ve got better and better at, over time.  Oh wait, that’s a little ambiguous. Where did your mind go, little pervert? Did you think I was talking about getting you on the bed, legs in the air? Hip against hip, hands around your wrists, our breathing accompanied by the wet thwack of us echoing around the room? You dirty thing. Or did you, perchance, think I was talking figuratively? That I was referring to sweeping you off your feet, taking your mind by surprise by worming my way into it, setting up camp and figuring you out, so that I can say that word at just the right time? It doesn’t matter what that word is, only that I said it, and I said it then. You wonderfully little deviant. Oh, maybe you thought I meant it literally. That I might enjoy taking you off your feet, lifting you off the ground, so that you have no choice but to be placed and manipulated, in the literal sense, exactly where and how I might want. How very forward of you, dear reader.  Well, it’s not any one of those things. You see, I cheated. It’s all three. -- source link

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