Samuel was not a particularly dirty minded person, nor did he spend too much time mourning the lack of sex in his Ascended life; he liked to be physical with those he was involved with, as a way of expressing love, but generally the idea of sex simply for the sake of it didn't appeal.
All that said, since he'd learnt of the room that returned sensation, he'd struggled to get the idea out of his head. Maybe it was his new body that he'd yet to explore, maybe it was just how lonely he was, but Sam found that he wanted to experiment with it enough that he got over the embarrassment of having to ask Bastien for the key.
A display of just how distracted he was when he entered and felt the sudden rush of life in his body, Sam forgot to lock the door behind himself. Instead, he walked forward into the room and sat down on one of the cushioned platforms, for a while just sitting and enjoying what he could feel; the softness of the cushion, the breeze from the window on his skin. Eventually, though, he got to what he'd come for; unbuttoning his pants and leaning back, Sam slid a finger down his clit and into himself, pulling back the wet tip to rub over himself again.
Perhaps a little enamoured with the image of how filthy he had to look, he lifted a hand up into his shirt and began to pull and play with a nipple at the same time, closing his eyes and gasping under his breath as the touches began to synch up and set fires within his belly.
All that said, since he'd learnt of the room that returned sensation, he'd struggled to get the idea out of his head. Maybe it was his new body that he'd yet to explore, maybe it was just how lonely he was, but Sam found that he wanted to experiment with it enough that he got over the embarrassment of having to ask Bastien for the key.
A display of just how distracted he was when he entered and felt the sudden rush of life in his body, Sam forgot to lock the door behind himself. Instead, he walked forward into the room and sat down on one of the cushioned platforms, for a while just sitting and enjoying what he could feel; the softness of the cushion, the breeze from the window on his skin. Eventually, though, he got to what he'd come for; unbuttoning his pants and leaning back, Sam slid a finger down his clit and into himself, pulling back the wet tip to rub over himself again.
Perhaps a little enamoured with the image of how filthy he had to look, he lifted a hand up into his shirt and began to pull and play with a nipple at the same time, closing his eyes and gasping under his breath as the touches began to synch up and set fires within his belly.
SAMUEL
I somehow still lost
I somehow always do
I somehow always do
