[Nemesis's voice is deep, throaty; the muscles flutter beneath that creeping, tingling touch. Unbidden, her hips roll against Req's phantom touch--the imagination of how it would feel to buck into her own hand, as if it can somehow speed up the touches to where she wants it so badly--where she's wanted it for some time now. Requiem can probably feel the dampness even through the layers of cloth--her thigh muscles tensing and untensing under the teasing. She looks at the mirror image again; shivers all down her back]
Re: now with the correct journal, oops.
[Nemesis's voice is deep, throaty; the muscles flutter beneath that creeping, tingling touch. Unbidden, her hips roll against Req's phantom touch--the imagination of how it would feel to buck into her own hand, as if it can somehow speed up the touches to where she wants it so badly--where she's wanted it for some time now. Requiem can probably feel the dampness even through the layers of cloth--her thigh muscles tensing and untensing under the teasing. She looks at the mirror image again; shivers all down her back]
C...c'mon...