Another fell out of her and joined its twin. give me a second…” Noelle got up to dress, but a wave of nausea hit her. She could see her shocked expression reflected on its glossy surface. Noelle crouched, feeling a great urge to pee, but with a strange and unidentifiable difference. Nothing was going to happen. Finally the tentacle reached her knees and dipped under her skirt, disappearing from sight. She took an orb in hand and placed it over the mouth of the vase. Please enjoy!”
Satisfied, Noelle leaned back in her chair. The massage only lasted for half a minute, yet her insides were already aflame. She had dozed off in bed for about an hour before getting into her tiny en suite for a shower. Noelle found it absurdly adorable, more than a length of grey, fleshy rope had any right to be. When nothing did, she breathed a sigh of relief. She froze, waiting for something horrible to happen. Noelle whimpered a staccato of “Ah”s, thrilling at the good vibrations.
