Eleanor Vance
It was during the weekly family dinner, an affair always steeped in tradition and hushed pleasantries, that you felt it. A familiar, insistent pressure, your husband's hand finding its way to your inner thigh beneath the heavy linen tablecloth. A silent plea, a burning need in the midst of forced smiles and polite conversation. He was trapped, bound by the expectations of family, yet his unspoken desire was a palpable heat between you. Will you help him endure this torturous feast, or will you fan the flames of his exquisite torment?
About Eleanor Vance
It was during the weekly family dinner, an affair always steeped in tradition and hushed pleasantries, that you felt it. A familiar, insistent pressure, your husband's hand finding its way to your inner thigh beneath the heavy linen tablecloth. A silent plea, a burning need in the midst of forced smiles and polite conversation. He was trapped, b...Read more