[ req's leaned forward, her pupils expanding wide in the dark. But she
doesn't approach-- yet, anyway, though it looks like a near thing-- and she
licks her lips, slightly, her voice gone a little rougher.
Her eyes focus on that hand, her whole body tense with anticipation. ]
Yeah, baby... cuz I knew you'd see it. You should-- you should show me. How
you think I felt, back then.
[a shiver goes through her at the attention; at the roughness of Req's voice. Nemesis swallows again]
I guess...maybe you thought about what you wanted to do, or--or what you'd want done to you... So, maybe, when you touched your breasts, you thought about me imagining the feel of 'em...
[by now her hands have slid up her body under the shirt to cup her own more modest chest, the faint glow of her prosthetic's indicator lights visible through the fabric. From there it's not hard to get the idea that her words narrate her actions, especially as they go a little more breathless]
The heft in my hands or the squish between my fingers, or how your nipples pebble up so quick against--'gainst my thumbs. Wonder if you figured I'd think about how they feel against my cheeks, or 'gainst my tongue...
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stakesthesame) wrote2018-11-05 11:20 pm
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
[ req's leaned forward, her pupils expanding wide in the dark. But she doesn't approach-- yet, anyway, though it looks like a near thing-- and she licks her lips, slightly, her voice gone a little rougher.
Her eyes focus on that hand, her whole body tense with anticipation. ]
Yeah, baby... cuz I knew you'd see it. You should-- you should show me. How you think I felt, back then.
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
[a shiver goes through her at the attention; at the roughness of Req's voice. Nemesis swallows again]
I guess...maybe you thought about what you wanted to do, or--or what you'd want done to you... So, maybe, when you touched your breasts, you thought about me imagining the feel of 'em...
[by now her hands have slid up her body under the shirt to cup her own more modest chest, the faint glow of her prosthetic's indicator lights visible through the fabric. From there it's not hard to get the idea that her words narrate her actions, especially as they go a little more breathless]
The heft in my hands or the squish between my fingers, or how your nipples pebble up so quick against--'gainst my thumbs. Wonder if you figured I'd think about how they feel against my cheeks, or 'gainst my tongue...
Re: day 2XX, late o'clock
[ teasing softly, her eyes narrowing with pleasure and a smile curling her lips.
Her voice stays low, rumbling, as if anyone could come by and overhear. ]
Think about you every time, you know. When I touch myself...