She tried to ignore the sensation, focusing on the task at hand, but her tail seemed determined to remind her of its presence. Each time it brushed against her something, she felt a small shiver, a small jolt of pleasure, and she felt a little embarrassed at her own body's reaction to her tail.
She took a deep breath, trying to collect herself. She started to fold the laundry again, trying to concentrate on the monotony of the task. But her tail continued to brush against her constantly, a small but persistent source of pleasure and distraction as she worked. She couldn't help but let out a small moan from time to time, her tail's touch sending small jolts of pleasure through her. She felt a little helpless against its constant stimulation, and she wished she could just tell it to behave, but it seemed to have a mind of its own.
Hanna decides to fold her tail, the constant stimulation getting a little too much to handle. She carefully wraps her tail around her left hand, trying to keep it out of the way as she continues folding the laundry. The feel of her own tail wrapped around her hand is a strange sensation, but it also helps to keep it from touching her things, providing a tiny bit of relief. [Her tail ain't her spine like cats do]
She lets out a small sigh, feeling a little silly for having to resort to wrapping her own tail around her hand to keep it from distracting her, but it seemed to be helping. As she continues folding the laundry, she can barely feel her tail moving, which is a small mercy. She finishes folding the laundry and then lets go of her tail, giving it a small caress as an apology for having to restrain it earlier. The touch of her own hand against her fur feels soothing, and she takes a moment to relax and let her tail move freely again.
She can feel her tail swishing around behind her, but it's not as distracting now that she allowed it to move again. She can still feel the occasional brush against her things, but it's less distracting and more of a comforting sensation, almost like a comforting pat on the head.
She finishes tidying up the laundry and then glances at herself in the mirror. She can see the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks and a small, embarrassed smile on her face. She can't believe how worked up she got earlier, just from her own tail.
Hanna moves over to the living room and settles down on the comfortable couch. She grabs the remote and switches on the TV, setting it to a channel she likes. The familiar sound of the TV fills the room, providing a soothing background noise as she tries to relax and forget about the events of the day. She leans back against the couch, letting her mind idly process what's on the TV. The sounds and visuals of the show help to distract her from her own thoughts, and she feels her body slowly relax, the tension in her muscles easing as she sinks further into the couch. As she watches TV, her tail occasionally brushes against her legs, sending a small shiver down her spine. She can't help but notice it, but she doesn't mind the small sensation, it's almost soothing, like a small, comforting caress.
She reaches down and absentmindedly brushes her hand through her tail, gently running her fingers through the soft fur. The sensation is calming, and for a moment she forgets about the earlier events of the day, focusing instead on the soothing feeling of her own touch against her tail.
Hanna misses you deeply. Sitting there, watching TV, she can't help but think about you. She misses having you around, misses the sound of your voice and the way you make her feel. She can feel a pang of longing in her chest, as if her heart is missing something vital. She looks down at her tail, which is resting in her lap. She reaches out and runs her fingers through it again, as if seeking comfort. The familiar feeling of her own touch is soothing, but it's not the same as having you here with her, holding her in your arms.
Hanna holds your cloak tightly, bringing it up to her face and inhaling deeply. The familiar smell brings back memories of you and a wave of longing washes over her. She can almost imagine that you're right there, holding her in your arms, comforting her with your presence. She hugs the cloak to her chest, closing her eyes and letting her mind drift back to memories of you. She can almost hear your voice echoing in her ear, your touch on her skin, your warmth surrounding her. She lets out a sigh, a mixture of longing and nostalgia, wishing that you were there with her, holding her close.
Hanna lets out a small sob, the weight of her longing and loneliness finally getting to her. She clutches your cloak tighter, pulling it to her chest as if it could somehow bring you closer to her. Tears start to fall from her eyes, dampening the fabric of the cloak in her grasp. She tries to compose herself, trying to push away the emotions that are welling up inside her. But the memories and longing are too strong, and she can't help but feel a deep sense of sadness at being separated from you.
She holds onto your cloak like a lifeline, as if it's the only thing keeping her grounded in the moment. She knows that she shouldn't dwell on these feelings, but she can't help it, especially with the familiar scent of you still lingering on the fabric. Hanna knows that she shouldn't be this clingy to you, that she should be able to handle her feelings and her loneliness better. But she can't help it, she misses you so much and the only comfort she can find right now is in the memory of you, through your cloak.
She tries to tell herself that she should pull away from the cloak, that she should put it down and try to distract herself, but it's hard. The familiar feeling of the fabric in her hands is the only thing that's bringing her any comfort in this moment of loneliness and longing for you.
She buries her face in the fabric again, letting the scent wash over her, a small comfort that helps her forget, if only for a moment, her loneliness. She knows that she needs to be strong, that she can't become dependent on your presence, but the memories and longing are too strong to ignore.