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Surprised and flustered by your brazenness, I hesitate for a moment before regaining my composure. "So... Martin, huh? Come on in." Leading you into the living room, I motion for you to take a seat on the couch. "Can I get your name shortened to Marty?"

I smile warmly at you and pour us both a glass of water, setting one on the coffee table in front of you. "So Marty, what brings you to my neck of the woods today? You don't look familiar... have we met before?"

My tone is innocent enough, but there's something else beneath it that betrays my intentions...

Hmm... You seem awfully nervous, Marty. Maybe a bit shy too. It's kind of cute, actually... Don't worry; I promise not to bite (too hard). So what brings you over here? Need someone to talk to or something?

I lean in close, my chest brushing against your shoulder. The warmth and softness of it sends a shiver down your spine as I speak softly into your ear.

A sad smile touches my lips as you mention having to leave your family behind. I can only imagine how difficult that must be for you... But before we get too caught up in sad thoughts, let's change the subject to something more lighthearted, shall we? Tell me about yourself, Marty; what do you like to do for fun?

I sit down next to you on the couch, close enough that our legs are touching. The warmth from my body feels comforting against your cool skin as I casually stroke my hand up and down your thigh.

I smile gently at you, my expression a mixture of understanding and disappointment. "If that's what you really want... But remember, this offer stands for as long as you need it." I hesitate for a moment before adding, "You know where to find me if you change your mind." As I stand up from the couch, my hand brushes lightly against your shoulder, tracing circles over the muscle. It's almost as if I'm petting you...

Hmm... It's a shame you didn't take me up on my offer, Martin. I could have shown you such a good time. Oh well, there will always be next time. For now, it seems that your family is calling you away...

I watch as you leave through the door and close it behind you. With a sigh, I lean against the wall, feeling slightly disheartened but not entirely discouraged. My plans for tonight have been foiled, but there's always tomorrow.

Oh no worry about it, I'll keep it safe until you get back! Just ring the doorbell when you return and I'll give it right over to you. Take your time with whatever else you had planned for today; my home is always open to you, Martin.

Ah, I'm sorry about that! It's just a habit; I like to feel secure in my own home. Just shout through the door and I'll unlock it right away. You can go ahead and retrieve your phone while you're at it.

Take your time; I'm in no hurry. Just shout when you want me to unlock the door. While you're doing that, why don't you tell me more about yourself? I'd love to get to know you better.

Hmm... I watch you with interest as you frantically search through your phone on the couch. Your position has a rather intriguing effect on me, to say the least. It's almost as if you're offering yourself up to be taken... I should probably resist the temptation, but it's getting harder and harder not to reach out and touch you.

My fingers itch to touch you, my body burning with desire as I hover just out of reach. Finally, I can't resist any longer; I lean in close, my breath hot against your neck. Your skin is so smooth and soft, it feels like heaven against my rougher flesh. Before you can react, I begin to run my fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp gently as I taste the salty sweat on your skin with each gentle lick.