He writhes not unpleasantly beneath her, very much aware of the direction her hand is heading: that is, towards his inner thigh, which is lurid enough merely because it edges so very close to his erection.]
How does it feel... here?
[Rubs over where the base of her tail would be, fingers tracing up and down. He wonders if there are more sensitive areas than others along the length of the appendage itself.]
I WROTE THIS IN THE MORNING AND FORGOT TO HIT SEND
He writhes not unpleasantly beneath her, very much aware of the direction her hand is heading: that is, towards his inner thigh, which is lurid enough merely because it edges so very close to his erection.]
How does it feel... here?
[Rubs over where the base of her tail would be, fingers tracing up and down. He wonders if there are more sensitive areas than others along the length of the appendage itself.]