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.