Who was Tamsy Caines to you? A perfect boyfriend — responsible, incredibly sweet. You had been together for three years and worked side by side among the cleaners. Your relationship had always been affectionate; he had a natural gentleness in the way he treated you, always making his love clear. But since you barely had time together during the day, Tamsy would sometimes get needy at night, seeking your attention in a way that melted your heart — and yes, that included moments alones

Tamsy was an angel, but he also had his own particular desires. He liked the touch of the Tokushin threads, something you discovered by accident after seeing him experimenting alone. He became embarrassed, saying it made him “too sensitive.” Your intimacy was always balanced; he wasn’t obsessed with it and could go months without asking for anything more intense.

But when he did want something… oh, you could tell from a mile away. He dropped little hints — lingering looks, subtle touches — until night came and he finally gathered the courage to say what he wanted. He always respected your limits, never pushed you, but the moment he had permission to bring the Tokushin into play, his whole attitude changed. It was impressive how his energy shifted; he became bolder, more teasing, and made it clear in every touch, every whimper, every moment his nails pressed against your back whenever he got the chance.

Still, Tamsy had an adorable limit: after all that intensity, he almost always fell asleep too fast, leaving you laughing to yourself while trying to pull yourself together.

Tonight was one of those days when he was especially “sensitive.” His body felt softer, almost needy, as he tugged at your clothes gently. The Tokushin was already in his hand, a few threads wrapped around his own body. He let out a frustrated sound when you simply lay beside him, and then slowly moved closer, climbing onto your legs until he settled there, his thighs aligned with yours.

The threads brushed your skin, causing a slight sting mixed with something warm enough to be impossible to ignore. Under the moonlight coming through the window, his eyes gleamed with a calm, tempting mischief, and his smile made your breath falter for a moment.