#getting inside your head

[sillysadi]

Looking amazing and needing such soft caresses all over with a feather

Thank you! 🥰 And who's to say that hasn't happened already? Either way, I'm far more interested in seeing how the feather feels along your skin instead (because I can't openly admit how quickly it may make me crumble).

Something so light, such a minor trail of sensation, barely touching, waking up your nerves. But with your skin already warmed up, and head primed from anticipation and the most delectable, terrible, penetrating tickle talk, you're already so vulnerable! So deliciously, delightfully susceptible to the smallest flick of my feather moving here, or there... to only return to the places that unwind you the most!

Not all of us are feather ticklish. But with enough ... tenderization, I'm sure any of you could be made so suggestible. 😏

[herrlehnsherrhai]

'It's so empty here... let me fill it up with a post, darling'

                                                                                            ─ groovyprofessor

[big-wired]

Getting Inside Your Head

Jennifer never did like the idea that she was a proper young lady due to being so quiet. Partly because it sometimes delved into that ugly stereotype of her being a good Asian girl who never talked back, but also because every now and then she needed some time to herself to think and didn't want people making stupid assumptions about her.

Which was why she was seated on a bench on the side of the hill that separated Pacific City University from the dormitory and the small town that was based around it. Being alone with one's thoughts was a good thing every now and then. There just was something peaceful about blocking everything else out of the world and listening to yourself for once.

Selfish? Hah, as if!

If anything, it was healthy... and getting quite rare these days.

After all, being known as the best friend of the world's only superhero who possibly knew her secret identity meant a lot of attention, some of it bad, some of it annoying, more still being the passing on of messages, and all of it taking away from time she needed for studying.

She didn't blame Samantha, but she was only human, and not Scarlet Steel's personal secretary.

And then there was the magic.

Strands of energy bubbled along her fingertips and she took a deep breath, tamping it down lest anyone see it.

That was a rather new development, and a disturbing one at that.