[ Perhaps some of the other sounds could have been excused as natural, unrelated... But not this one, not the little whine. She may have planned for something else, but she's... flexible. ]
Is it "imagining" if I would willingly tell you... ? My fingers have found something... something warm... something wet...
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[ Perhaps some of the other sounds could have been excused as natural, unrelated... But not this one, not the little whine. She may have planned for something else, but she's... flexible. ]
Is it "imagining" if I would willingly tell you... ? My fingers have found something... something warm... something wet...
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[ She laughs a little shakily. ]
But I'd like to hear more.
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[ In the hot spring, one... at a certain party, another... Red was free to imagine whichever she liked when Kiritsubo sighs hotly over the line. ]
Should I explore... ?
[ She seeks to draw the other woman in, curling her fingers in invitation. ]
Shall I delve deeper... ?
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[ She breathes out, low and husky. ]
Let your fingers slide over yourself. Tell me - tell me how it feels. Tell me where you'd like me to touch instead.