[ in that case, a small moan of relief, nearly subvocal—nearly. she strangles it down, and tries to keep it inside, but nevertheless it sounds, and when he touches her tail, Sprezzatura sucks in her breath.
eyes closing, she smiles. ]
For me—and this is not always so—it is... another hand. With... all those same sensitivities.
no subject
eyes closing, she smiles. ]
For me—and this is not always so—it is... another hand. With... all those same sensitivities.