Larksong Grotto American Eagle

had that metaphor been spoken directly to her, it might've gone directly over her head-- not that she'd had anything to compare it to to begin with. to her, it was just a shoe, and as long as the shoe did what it was supposed to do it was a damn good shoe.

holding back a child-like excitement to wag her tail like a crazy person, Jhala held still as he moved his way down her back, beginning to move into position. she pushed against him, a silent urge to continue, maybe even hurry. she was mostly in this for the pleasure and for her fondness of her husband, but now that she had learned what this was, it was kind of like a fun adult secret she had. like, oh, my name is Jhala and i partake in activities only adults take part in, haha to your childish naivety. she kept that thought to herself though. 

she let out a soft whine, a final sound of encouragement to let him know she was ready to get this ball rollin'.