It’s quite sweet. Most of the other reading lights have been turned off now except for a few closer to the front. XXX The urgent swelling in my shorts demands attention but I disregard it, withdrawing into my mind to ponder over what just fucking happened. Each pause building tension, followed by each twitch or press spreading thrill through me. I am forced to allow a heavier touch, to rest the mass of my whole hand on her now but I make no sudden movements in an attempt to evade her perception with sheer gentle patience. Though all the swaying means there’s a lot of noise shrouding this conversation and its fraught with error margins: There’s never quite certainty, only replication is on my side.
