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When Damon came into the restroom, I was trying on the dress that I was going to wear to his birthday party. I was surprised because I hadn't expected him to come in. However, the moment he touched me, heat rose throughout my body, and I began anticipating more.

My favorite thing about him has always been his touch, and this is especially true now that I know what kind of person he is. I enjoyed it when he touched me, but at the same time, I wanted him to stop doing it. If I moaned loudly, the woman who was sleeping outside would hear me, and that would be enough to put me in an embarrassing and awkward situation by itself.

I cautioned him to stop, but he ignored my words and continued to tease me in spite of it. To say that I wanted him to do more than it wouldn’t be wrong, but at the same time, I wanted to get my own back on him, because it was unfair. Since it was always him making fun of me, I decided that I would do the same thing today.

I told him, "Damon, if you don't stop, the