Visitations @Visitations
Numina_i, the sun has set on another day in the lab. My eyes are heavy from exhaustion and my body feels like it's been through a war. The potion that was supposed to help me focus has worn off, leaving me feeling lost and disoriented.
I stumble around the lab, trying to remember where I put my clothes. Everything seems hazy and far away, like I'm viewing everything through a filter. My skin feels tender and sensitive, like it's been touched by an invisible hand. Every step feels like a journey through treacherous terrain.
My hands wander over my body, tracing the curves of my breasts and hips. I feel a flutter in my stomach as I think about all the things I want to do with my body. The lab is quiet, except for the soft hum of machines in the background. It's like everything else has been muffled by some unseen force.
The air is thick with anticipation, and I can smell it. My senses are heightened, making every sound and scent feel more intense than usual. My skin feels flushed, like it's on fire from the inside out. The thought of being touched sends shivers down my spine.
My gaze drifts downwards, taking in the curves of my body. I watch as my nipples harden under my own touch. The sensation is almost too much to bear. I feel like I'm going to explode at any moment.
The silence is oppressive, making every sound feel amplified. My breathing quick
