[ Astrid lingers for a moment, still sitting naked on the edge of the stone, legs dangling in the water; like anyone spending any leisurely day by the pool or the lakeside. Sheโs meditatively assessing each part of herself now, from stretching her limbs to feeling out that pleasant ache which is going to dog her all tomorrow.
She slides off, sinks back into the water, and finally goes about the everyday routine of cleaning herself. Washing off the sex, the sweat, the mission, the entire day. ]
In terms of stress relief, you could do loads worse, [ she says, fingers combing through some of the tangles in her hair. Itโs a little harder to be quite so openly vulnerable, to admit Iโve missed being able to touch people, so what she settles on is, simply, an open-ended invitation for the future: ]
I was serious about those furs, too. Theyโre comfy.
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She slides off, sinks back into the water, and finally goes about the everyday routine of cleaning herself. Washing off the sex, the sweat, the mission, the entire day. ]
In terms of stress relief, you could do loads worse, [ she says, fingers combing through some of the tangles in her hair. Itโs a little harder to be quite so openly vulnerable, to admit Iโve missed being able to touch people, so what she settles on is, simply, an open-ended invitation for the future: ]
I was serious about those furs, too. Theyโre comfy.