Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
My best friend thinks my Friday nights are a delightful mix of artisanal cheese, documentaries, and early bedtimes. Oh, if only she knew the reality of what I get up to with her brother, Liam! Our secret, kinky rendezvous are the spice of my existence, and the highlight is always the grand reveal of my ever-growing collection of nipple clamps.
Tonight was a Christmas affair, naturally. Liam, bless his unsuspecting sister’s heart, strode into my apartment looking impossibly handsome, with a casual smirk already playing on his lips. He knew the drill. We naturally skipped the small talk, the Netflix suggestions, and the pretense of anything remotely platonic. His eyes immediately darted to the small velvet pouch I held in my hand.
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“So,” he drawled, already unbuttoning his shirt with a practiced ease, “what festive torment have you cooked up for me this time, Amber?” I grinned, pulling out two miniature, glitter-encrusted Santa hats, complete with tiny white trim. “Tonight, my dear Liam, you are going to be a very merry, very mischievous Christmas elf. Or perhaps, a heavily decorated tree.”
He groaned. “Oh, the Santa hats. Those things have a surprisingly firm grip for something so utterly ridiculous.” His chest was bare now, with his nipples already perking up in the cool air, or maybe just from sheer terror…kinda hard to tell with him.
There was something so delightfully absurd about clipping these innocent, festive trinkets onto his very sensitive bits. It was a clash of worlds, really. The innocent joy of the holidays versus the very adult, very naughty, VERY secret fun we were having.
I carefully positioned the first Santa hat. “Alright, little helper,” I teased, giving it a gentle twist. Liam’s breath hitched. His eyes, usually so full of playful mischief, were now wide with a blend of discomfort and delicious pleasure. “One down, one to go.” The second clamp was applied with equal precision. This time, he let out a low growl as his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
“You know,” he managed, “if my sister ever found out about my willingness to wear Yuletide nipple adornments, she’d probably disown me.” I snorted, leaning in to whisper against his ear. “Relax, Rudolph. Your secret is safe with me. Besides, you look utterly fetching. Maybe next time we’ll upgrade to tiny glowing menorahs for Hanukkah.”
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