[ oh, but at the mention, she craves it again. another puff. that warm languidness. how it was to linger on the knife's edge of a change between them and feel the charge in the air skate across her skin.
grunting, she tugs her tail out from its painful bend beneath her. the face of conceiving, perhaps, that he will be a one pump chump. so to speak. ]
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I'm trying-
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[ she falls back dramatically ]
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[She falls back, and this gives him more leeway to wobble to the side and shuffle off of her lap—
And indeed, topple forward into her. Isn’t this erotic! Opium was a mistake.]
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there's the crack of his chin on her temple, her glasses arms askew, a hand where it shouldn't go ]
Auwtch!
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Whoops. At least he has landed in a more ideal position, atop her but not strictly on her lap.]
Sorry-
[Aaaa PROPS UP ON AN ELBOW SUCCESSFULLY NOW. And adjusts her glasses with his other hand.]
Imagine if we’d… ha, smoked more.
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grunting, she tugs her tail out from its painful bend beneath her. the face of conceiving, perhaps, that he will be a one pump chump. so to speak. ]
This is mistake...