[ She exhales, melting and boneless, easy to press into; the easy pleasurable sensory of playing with clay, malleable under fingertips, pulling at the ridges of the skin ever so slightly, a suction. ]
(Doesn't need to be pretty.)
[ Just needs to be there, to be warm. She starts to touch herself lightly, lazy and unhurried, filling his messy, miserable space with blips of colors, as brief and faint as ghosts. Bursts of frequency, red heart beat stats, blue inhale and exhale, yellow jolts of hormone and electrical pulses. White clouds of condensation burgeoning and then dissipating into the dark. ]
no subject
( Doesn't need to be pretty. )
[ Just needs to be there, to be warm. She starts to touch herself lightly, lazy and unhurried, filling his messy, miserable space with blips of colors, as brief and faint as ghosts. Bursts of frequency, red heart beat stats, blue inhale and exhale, yellow jolts of hormone and electrical pulses. White clouds of condensation burgeoning and then dissipating into the dark. ]
( Don't get self-conscious on me now. )