Words, Miss Granger
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,245
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Words, Miss Granger
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Words, Miss Granger
Hush! You silly girl, you babble too much. You waste words, my love. There is poetry to the economy of words, Miss Granger.
I see the inquisitive look in your eyes, do not ask the question that is trembling on those lips. If you speak one-more-word- I shall leave this room and you shall be left to ponder what I meant.
So let us begin this evening’s lesson, Miss Granger. The economic use of words.
I see you are curious, Miss Granger, so I shall begin with the word-
touch.
Ah yes, Miss Granger. That word can invoke many images. The touch of a rose petal on your lips. Do you feel the softness of it, Miss Granger?
The touch of my finger tips stroking your cheek. Do you feel me touching you , Miss Granger? Do you imagine my fingers running their way down your face to that lovely neck of yours? Can you feel the pads of my fingers stroking your skin?
Touch, Miss Granger.
Can you feel my touch on your shoulder? Your arm? Your hand?
How about the word-lips, Miss Granger?
Can you feel them following my fingers? Tracing the path that was laid before them by my fingers?
You sigh, Miss Granger. Are you beginning to see? Close your eyes and let my words draw the image for you.
Lips, Miss Granger. Can you feel them on you? My tongue tasting the sweetness of your neck?
Is your pulse racing, Miss Granger at my words?
Lick, Miss Granger. Bite, Miss Granger.
Ah, you are such a wonderful student, Miss Granger. So willing to learn, so willing.
Stroke, Miss Granger. Ah yes. You meet me with your body, offering yourself to me so very willingly.
Caress, Miss Granger. My fingers caressing you, making you my slave. You will do anything I ask of you now. Won’t you, Miss Granger?
Tease, Miss Granger. Let me touch you my love, let me make my fingers wet with your essence. Let me taste your soul, your desire.
Tongue, Miss Granger. Do you want me?
Beg, Miss Granger. Beg for me. Beg for me to take what I want.
Ah yes, Miss Granger.
I see you have learned your lesson well.
Words, Miss Granger
Hush! You silly girl, you babble too much. You waste words, my love. There is poetry to the economy of words, Miss Granger.
I see the inquisitive look in your eyes, do not ask the question that is trembling on those lips. If you speak one-more-word- I shall leave this room and you shall be left to ponder what I meant.
So let us begin this evening’s lesson, Miss Granger. The economic use of words.
I see you are curious, Miss Granger, so I shall begin with the word-
touch.
Ah yes, Miss Granger. That word can invoke many images. The touch of a rose petal on your lips. Do you feel the softness of it, Miss Granger?
The touch of my finger tips stroking your cheek. Do you feel me touching you , Miss Granger? Do you imagine my fingers running their way down your face to that lovely neck of yours? Can you feel the pads of my fingers stroking your skin?
Touch, Miss Granger.
Can you feel my touch on your shoulder? Your arm? Your hand?
How about the word-lips, Miss Granger?
Can you feel them following my fingers? Tracing the path that was laid before them by my fingers?
You sigh, Miss Granger. Are you beginning to see? Close your eyes and let my words draw the image for you.
Lips, Miss Granger. Can you feel them on you? My tongue tasting the sweetness of your neck?
Is your pulse racing, Miss Granger at my words?
Lick, Miss Granger. Bite, Miss Granger.
Ah, you are such a wonderful student, Miss Granger. So willing to learn, so willing.
Stroke, Miss Granger. Ah yes. You meet me with your body, offering yourself to me so very willingly.
Caress, Miss Granger. My fingers caressing you, making you my slave. You will do anything I ask of you now. Won’t you, Miss Granger?
Tease, Miss Granger. Let me touch you my love, let me make my fingers wet with your essence. Let me taste your soul, your desire.
Tongue, Miss Granger. Do you want me?
Beg, Miss Granger. Beg for me. Beg for me to take what I want.
Ah yes, Miss Granger.
I see you have learned your lesson well.