#nefer analysis

when i think of nefer, i think of someone who enjoys toying around with her prey. nefer strikes me as the type of person who enjoys the thrill of the chase more than the final result.

for starters, she would enjoy the act of flirting with you and seducing you until you fall right into her claws. she would obviously be subtle, playing with your mind as you realize you are thinking about her more often than not. she’ll leave you wondering whether her intentions are merely business-related, or if there’s truly an intimate undertone in her voice.

for a while, she would give mixed signals once you start to reciprocate the interest. once you give in, when you’re inside the curatorium and your desires get the better of you, she would put a halt to your actions and cut the moment short.

because she decides the pace.

because once she has you figured out entirely, once she realizes that her plan has worked to perfection- that you cannot get her out of your mind- she’ll know just what to say, when to say it, how to say it, for you to come running back to her.

and you come back the next day, when her presence becomes intense. overwhelming. you don’t know what to expect after she’s rejected your actions once. but nefer lurks impossibly close to you, inviting you to drink some freshly brewed tea before “discussing business”.

you realize, as you drink the first sip, that it’s your favorite kind of tea. when you look at her with curiosity, she asks if something’s wrong with the tea. her smile is knowing, a little challenging. you shake your head, and you think it’s almost as if she expected your visit.

her gaze would devour every detail of your demeanor, and she wouldn’t break eye contact for a single second while her hand eventually sneaks to your inner thigh. she would stay composed and drink one final sip from her cup of tea with her other hand, while you struggle not to stare at the fingers sliding closer and closer to the place where you start feeling a familiar kind of warmth.

she is testing your composure. she’s testing whether you give her any limits. when you finally look downward just in time to see how nefer’s nails graze your folds through the fabric of your pants, you cannot help the shaky inhale and the tensing of your abdomen.

your head snaps toward nefer’s. she has the audacity to look directly at your lips, but she makes no effort to lean in. instead, she waits for you to gather enough courage to kiss her. she kisses with tongue, her teeth graze your lower lip from time to time.

her hand slides inside your underwear while you’re too distracted with her mouth. her free hand grips the nape of your neck in order to keep your face in place, so that you don’t pull away as her fingers stimulate the source of your arousal, so that you are forced to squirm under her grip. so that she is the one controlling you, not the other way around.

and she doesn’t stop until the pads of her fingers are humid with your anticipation. only then does she withdraw her hand- much to your disappointment- but you couldn’t have expected her to continue touching you out in the open, considering anyone could walk into the curatorium any moment.

as much as she enjoys the thrill of the possibility of getting caught, she is not risking her reputation and her business just for you. at least, not yet- not when she hasn’t figured out if what she wants from you is only sex or something more. and it’ll take her a while to figure out.

she whispers in your ear to follow her. and you do, as steadily as your shaky legs allow you to. she doesn’t take your hand to guide you to her chambers, she only looks over her shoulder to you with a look in her eyes that makes you a little afraid of what she’s planned for you.

inside her dark room, a few candles are lit and the scent of fine incense wafts in the air. this time, she grabs your hand and guides you toward the bed. standing on the edge, she removes your clothes, one by one and with no rush as she places a few kisses here and there.

then she undresses right in front of you. she doesn’t allow you to do it for her even as your hands reach out to touch her. now her hand grips your waist before giving you a gentle push and you land on your back against the covers.

she moves like a cat when her body settles atop yours. with her lips on your chest and her hand between your thighs, it’s not long before you approach your climax. but before you can get a release, her fingers abandon your core and you groan her name almost as a plea.

it isn’t until she feels like she’s taken enough out of you that she’ll grant you the satisfaction you so crave. she’ll do so with her fingers, then one more time with her mouth. until you’re overstimulated and you can only tremble through the sensitivity after each touch.

by the way, she does not allow you to be a pillow princess. she expects pleasure in return, it’s almost like a transaction. and whether you make her go through the same things she put you through, that’s entirely up to you. but you have to take in mind she might not be as patient as you. she is a hungry woman.