As she lifted her hips to help Kurloz remove her skirt, Rose had carefully considered where she was in terms of arousal. She'd been shivering gasping, needy little breaths for every subtle touch, and by this time, even though she couldn't see to confirm, she knew that her panties were damp and would need to be changed once she left this room. She didn't take long - only until Kurloz's fingers pressed against the last remaining fabric on her body, as she tipped her head back for him - to make up her mind and whisper, "yes," which served both as consent, but as a confirmation that it was exactly what she needed.
And with that, her mind flashed to a more visual and sense-oriented thought pattern, preparing Kurloz to find the exact place on the foreign anatomy to him to touch, and how to, without seeming demanding or needy. It was simply fact. In with the thoughts, came the lingering notion that if he did, she would wind up acting uncharacteristically unraveled. Which she didn't see as much of a bad thing, at all.
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Date: 2013-08-29 09:13 am (UTC)And with that, her mind flashed to a more visual and sense-oriented thought pattern, preparing Kurloz to find the exact place on the foreign anatomy to him to touch, and how to, without seeming demanding or needy. It was simply fact. In with the thoughts, came the lingering notion that if he did, she would wind up acting uncharacteristically unraveled. Which she didn't see as much of a bad thing, at all.