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I found you.

Tempered.

Controlled.

Collared.

I wanted to touch.

Just a simple caress.

Nothing more.

That's what I promised myself.

But you are ....
so tempting, able, available.

The catch of your breath

The wet of your tongue

The tease of the collar

The lure of your flesh

The need in your eyes

Just a single touch
That is all I can allow

Though maybe not even that.

Watching you I realize the strength of my own need and the shivers coursing through my body are not form the cold.

I must fold my trembling hands together behind my back.

I must stop myself from engaging, from connecting. Further.

For to do more I might rip our desire apart and drink freely and none will be able to tell who is the truly collared one.