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Atelophobia

[ a -tel -oh -pho -bia ] Greek

(n.) The fear of
imperfection ; or never
being enough

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-𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚

A date..

a date is a planned occasion where two people, who may have romantic interest in each other, spend time together to build a connection and get to know each other better.

It's like a special outing or activity that can be as simple as going for a walk, grabbing a coffee, or watching a movie together or a romantic dinner

The purpose of a date is to have fun, enjoy each other's company, and create opportunities for conversation and bonding. It's a chance to explore shared interests, learn about each other's likes and dislikes, and see if there's a potential for a deeper connection.

Dates can be exciting, nerve-wracking, and filled with anticipation, but ultimately, they're about building a connection and seeing if there's a spark between two people.

I've never been on one but I know a lot about this topic

good thing is  I'll be going to one in  two days,  well that's what he said when he left , to correct myself that's what he said when Sergio returned

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"Well , teroso  I can't wait any longer, I need you , we have to go on the date" he groaned  situating himself intimately between my parted legs, gracefully suspended from the kitchen island.

"I need you, truly and intensely, I think I'll lose my mind" he confessed, his head now nestled against my neck, intermittently bestowing tender kisses that sent delightful shivers to my core

Before I could utter a word, a soft moan escaped my lips as he deftly maneuvered me to the edge of the counter, seamlessly merging our heated bodies.

"I  know you want this ,your subtle movements speak volumes," he remarked, acknowledging the rhythmic dance of my hips, my pussy is aching for any attention

His words were interrupted by my involuntary response, a quiet moan " tell me the truth,you want this yeah?"

he inquired, his lips tracing a path along my jawline. With an eager nod, I confirmed, ". Please Riccardo, I want this," succumbing to the desperation that  I have , he left me on edge for two days in a row of course I want this

He groans in approval " well we are going tonight" he says , his words carrying more of a commanding tone than a suggestion.

I respond with a mere sound,  he moves my legs and wraps them around his torsos  the dress I'm wearing now bunched up around my waist  as he gracefully rolls his hips to mine

With a gentle yet firm tug of my hair, he brings my lips in proximity to his, tantalizing them with his velvety touch. Before our lips can meet, an unexpected voice reverberates from the entrance.