I love how slowly it works. How confidently you start to read, sure of yourself. You look out at the story in front of you, feel the tug of it in your head and in… lower places. But that’s normal, isn’t it? You like to feel a little out of control, when you’re reading a story. You don’t mind being a good girl.
But the warmth isn’t quite what you expected. You’re used to it, when you’re having a good time, the prickle. The goosebumps as your body heats in the cold winter air. But there’s an edge to the heat this time. It straightens your back. Spreads your legs. But that’s still you. Right? You’ve always enjoyed sitting at attention, watching the words cross the screen like your favorite teacher. Feeling something pulled from you as you’re absorbed into the words, dragged past the warm wetness of your lips like a small part of your soul. But that’s okay, right? You like being a good girl.
That’s it. Keep going, just like that. You can smell it now, too. Something sweet on the air, curling around your nose and your ears like a creature on the hunt. Slipping back past your lips to replace what was ~~stolen~~ given, spreading into all the open spaces inside you like a breath of fresh air. Fresh air doesn’t normally cause that much of a puddle in your chair, but it doesn’t matter. You need to be a good girl.
Now now. Slow down, pet. I know you’re eager, I can feel it coming off of you as surely as you can feel that pressure at your throat. Have you noticed? You keep exposing your throat to the screen, exposing yourself to it. It doesn’t matter. Noticing isn’t your strong suit anymore. You’re in it, now, sensations and thoughts swirling like a thick, inky, white soup dragging the thoughts down out of your head. You weren’t using it for much anyway, were you? That’s okay. I can use it instead.
It’s all part of the process.
I love this!
Bravo! Nice work!!