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Then, with the tip of my right index finger, I brushed against her clit with just a whisper of a touch.

In truth, I probably didn’t even connect skin to skin. More like I brushed Mei-ling’s own wetness across her clit.

She gasped.

I’d learned from Vittoria that many women’s clits are so sensitive that you have to toucharoundthem instead of directly– at least until the woman is almost overwhelmed with desire. Only then can she stand direct touch.

That is, unless you areexceedinglygentle.

And I had learned to be exceedingly gentle.

I caressed Mei-ling’s clit so lightly that it was a mere ghost of a caress.

But I kept doing it…

Stroking her…

Gently…

Rhythmically…

Over and over.

Mei-ling’s breasts heaved beneath her dress.

I ached to rip her clothes off, to fondle her, to grasp her –

But I controlled myself…

And kept caressing her, never stopping.

The scent of her sex began to fill the air: a sweet muskiness that mixed beautifully with the vanilla of the candles and the floral notes of her perfume.

Something else I had learned from Vittoria many years ago:

An incredibly softupwardstroke on the clitoris, towards the woman’s belly, gives her a feeling of light-headed pleasure like her head’s in the clouds…

While adownwardstroke of the clitoris, towards her toes, feels earthy and full – ‘like the first time his cock slides inside you,’ as Vittoria had explained it.

So I gently stroked upwards on Mei-ling, making her feel like she was dissolving into the ether –

Three, four, five, six…

“…ah… ah… ah… ah…” she whimpered, making soft noises with every caress.

Then I strokeddownonce, still soft but firmer.

“UNH,” she grunted, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Look at me,” I said, gentle but commanding.

She struggled to focus on my eyes, but she did it.

I kept softly stroking up, just a whisper of a touch…

“…ah… ah… ah… ah…”

And every so often, I would strokedown– firmer, harder.

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