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This is my entry in the Summer Lovin’ 2024 competition. It’s a slow-burn romance, so if you’re after something more immediate, or the D/s from my prior stories, you’re probably better off looking elsewhere.

As always, many thanks to TheNyxianLily for editing and reviewing this story. Also, thanks to Nellymcboatface for critiquing my earlier work and pushing me to write something different and enter a competition.

Marie sighed as she looked through her bedroom window at the rain-swept street below. Sat on her bed in the cramped room, were her best friends, Nicole and Beccy.

“It’s not that bad,” said Nicole. “He was a bit of a dick.”

Marie turned from the thrumming sound of rain with teary eyes. “You said you liked him.”

Nicole shrugged. “Only because you were going out with him. I never did like him. If you ask me, you’re better off on your own.”

“I just wanted someone to — oh, I don’t know — someone to care. Someone who got me. Someone who prefers spending time with me to his damned PlayStation.”

Beccy snorted. “So one boy demanded you sleep with him or he wouldn’t date you any more? Who cares? You’re the hottest girl in school. And a natural platinum blonde too.” She rolled her eyes in mock envy. “Get yourself someone better. What about Laurence Saunders?”

Marie shook her head. “I don’t want someone else so soon –“

“Laurence?” said Nicole. “Isn’t he going out with Audrey?”

Beccy nodded. “Yeah, I think so. Though Marie could totally steal him away. What about Dominic Henderson then?”

Marie held her hands out. “Like I said, I’m not looking –“

Nicole nodded. “Dom’s alright. But didn’t he and his family move to Scotland? How about Max?”

Beccy laughed. “Ugh. He spits when he talks. It’s not the most romantic thing. Imagine.” She slid off the bed onto one knee before Marie and mimed opening a ring box. When she spoke, spit flew from her mouth. “Marie, will you marry me? And spend the rest of your life washing your hair after every conversation?”

“I don’t want anybody,” Marie said. “I won’t replace one dickhead with another, and there’s nobody that great at school. Besides, I should be revising for my A-Levels, not looking for a new boyfriend. I appreciate the thought, but I don’t want you two playing matchmaker. I’ll do without any dates for a while.”

Beccy sat back. “I’ll only promise that, if you promise not to spend your evenings moping about, listening to Adele. We’ve only got a couple of months of school left. You’ll get into a good uni, and that’ll be full of older boys. You need to expand your horizons, that’s all. The world is bigger than our school. Remember when I dated that boy from St Andrew’s?”

Nicole glanced at Marie. “The one who cheated on you?”

“OK, maybe not a great example, but it does show there are plenty more blokes out there beyond our school. All Marie needs to do is keep her eyes open for her soul-mate and not let him go when she meets him.”

⛱️

“We should go to Spain.”

Marie and Nicole were stretching in preparation for their football match, the smell of fresh-cut grass filling the air. They looked up to see Beccy joining them.

“Spain?” said Nicole. “Why do you want to go to Spain?”

Beccy smiled. “Boys, beaches and booze.”

Marie straightened up. “You’ve got a boyfriend already, remember? So does Nicole.”

“Yes, but you don’t. It’s like I said the other day: you need to broaden your horizons. In the clubs in Spain, we’ll find the boys from all of Europe.”

Nicole laughed. “It sounds crowded.”

Beccy said, “Come on, show some more enthusiasm. I got the idea from watching The Inbetweeners Movie last night. In the film they go on holiday to Spain after leaving school, looking to meet girls. We should do that. One more bash before adult life swallows us up and spits us back out when we retire.”

Marie shook her head. “My mum and dad would never agree. You know how overprotective they can be.”

“So tell them you’ve been revising hard and need a break. Nicole, you see what a good idea this is, don’t you?”

“I dunno. Maybe? It does sound fun. But where would we go?”

Nicole smiled. “That’s more like it. We’ll hire a villa or apartment, just the three of us. Somewhere far too hot and near the beach. We can spend our days tanning, and our evenings at clubs.”

“Hang on,” said Marie. “If we do go, we should see the sights. There must be museums or churches to visit.”

Beccy shook her head. “Holidays are wasted on you.”

⛱️

Stepping out of the airport, the heat was a looming presence, even as dusk swept over the land.

Beccy marched along the pavement, her luggage a jiggling attendant behind her. “If it’s this hot at night, the beach is going to be cooking at lunchtime. We’ve definitely picked the right place for a holiday.”

Struggling to keep up, Marie looked around. “There’s a bus to town over there. Or we could get a taxi.”

“Taxi,” said Nicole beside her. “After being cramped up in that plane for so long, I don’t want to get on a bus. What’s the van escort address again?”

Stopping to get out her phone, Marie brought up the app.

“Never mind,” called Beccy. “I’ve got it up on my phone. Quick, here’s a taxi.”

Marie and Nicole broke into a trot to reach the white Prius. As Marie ran, hand luggage in one hand and pulling her case with the other, her phone slipped from her sweaty fingers. Desperately, she tried to catch it, but it slipped away to crashed to the ground with a dull thud, its screen a spider’s web of cracks. Pressing the power button left the screen black, and Marie swore.

Nicole stared at it over her shoulder. “Great start to the holiday. Come on, there’s nothing you can do about it now. Let’s get to the villa.”

The taxi was comfortable, with soft, fur-covered seats embracing Marie as she sat in the back, and soft jazz coming from the radio. It smelled of cheap air freshener. Beccy was in the front passenger seat and soon gave the driver directions.

“Beccy,” Marie said, “ask him if there’s a phone repair shop in town.” To Beccy’s questioning look, she held up her phone.

Beccy had studied A-Level Spanish, so she did her best at a piecemeal conversation, before turning back to Marie. “He says this is a rural area. Your best bet is to head to the nearest big town, but that’s fifty miles away.” Marie’s heart sank. “No, not fifty miles. Fifty kilometres. What’s that: thirty-five miles?”

“It’s still too far. Can you message my mum to let her know when we’ve arrived safely, and tell her she’ll need to call your phone if she wants to talk to me.”

She settled back to enjoy the view, with the curving country roads and slumbering villas lit by the westering sun, under a sky of red and burnt orange streaks. After twenty minutes, they reached the villa, a single-story white building with a pool glinting through the gate. The taxi left them with their luggage, and Beccy entered the code to the key safe built into the wall. But when she opened it, an empty space stared back at them.

“No keys!” she said. “We’re in the middle of nowhere without a car, and we can’t get into the house.” She looked around at the darkened land. “Are there wolves in Spain?”

“Don’t panic,” said Marie. “There are people in the house.”

Nicole gazed in at a window. “You’re right. I can see a woman walking around. The bloody owners haven’t left yet.”

Marie pressed the doorbell and stepped back. A forty-something woman in lilac lounge-wear opened the door.

“We’re here for the rental,” said Marie.

The woman frowned. “What about it?” Marie was surprised her accent was English rather than Spanish.

“Well, uh, can we have the house now?”

The woman stared at her for a moment. “No. Of course not.”

It was Marie’s turn to go silent for a moment. “But we paid for it.”

Another woman, of about the same age, came to the door. “What’s going on?”

The first woman said, “They say there’s a problem with our booking, and they want the villa back.”

Realising the problem, Marie said, “Wait — you’ve booked this villa? We have too.”

The two women glanced at each other, then one brought out a phone and held it out to show a booking app. “There you go. We’ve booked this place for the next two weeks.”

Beccy stepped forward and showed her own phone. “So have we, but on another app. They’ve double-booked us.”

The women softened. “You’ll have to take it up with the company. There’re only three beds, and three of us already here, plus my daughter’s flying out in a few days.”

Beccy whined, “But we’ve got nowhere to stay.”

A third woman came to the door, and Marie was entranced by her long chestnut hair and warm brown eyes. The other two quickly brought her up to speed.

The new woman said, “We’ve got to let them in. The double booking’s not their fault any more than it’s ours, and they’ve got to sleep somewhere, the poor dears. Come in girls.” She turned to them. “This is Josie, that’s Savannah, and I’m Alice.”

Marie introduced herself and her friends as they tramped into the villa, admiring the clean white walls, the spaciousness, the minimalist cream sofas and the inviting pool glistening through a screen door.

Beccy said, “It’s a bit warm. Can you turn the air con on?”

The three older women laughed, and Alice said, “It’s bust. With that and the double-booking, we won’t be leaving a five-star review. OK, there are two keys. Savannah, why don’t you give your key to one of the girls?”

Nicole took it and placed it in her purse.

With a yawn, Alice said, “It’s getting late, and we need to sort out sleeping arrangements. There are three bedrooms, and each has a double bed.”

Savannah opted to move into Josie’s room, and Nicole and Beccy agreed to share what had been Savannah’s. They started wheeling their luggage in.

Marie looked doubtfully at Alice. “I guess we’re sharing, then.”

Alice shook her head. “Don’t be silly. You don’t even know me, so I wouldn’t expect you to share a bed with me. I’ll take the yalova escort sofa.”

“No, you don’t have to do that. I can’t throw you out of your own bed.”

“It’s OK,” said Alice. “Besides, it’s way too hot to share a bed without air conditioning. I’ll grab a sheet, and you can have the bed all to yourself.”

⛱️

Marie woke and stretched in her soft bed, enjoying the rasp of the sheets against her naked body. A rapping on the door made her sit up.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Alice. I wanted to see if you were up. It’s gone eleven.”

Marie noticed bright sunlight streaming through the blinds.

“Uh, yeah, I’m up.” Marie slid out of bed.

The doorknob turned. “Good, because my clothes are still in here.”

Marie dived for the bed cover and wrapped it around herself as Alice entered in her silk pyjamas.

“Sorry,” said Alice. “I thought you were dressed.”

Marie shrugged. “I just woke up. I always sleep in late.”

Alice rooted through a drawer, and brought out a yellow sundress and light cardigan. “I’ll go change in the bathroom. Your friends left ages ago to visit the beach. They said to meet them there. They also said you’d not wake for a long time.”

When Alice left, Marie slipped into a pale blue bikini, slapped on sunblock, then hunted for her phone.

“Are you decent?” came Alice’s voice.

Marie told her to enter as she found her phone. She’d forgotten what had happened to it.

Alice looked in another drawer. “I forgot to get shoes.” She glanced up at Marie. Did her eyes widen as she noticed Marie in the bikini? “Are you OK?”

Marie showed her phone. “I guess I’m not calling my friends.”

“I’ll get mine. You can call them on that.”

Marie stopped her with a hand on her arm. “I don’t know their numbers. I’ll stay in the villa rather than walk the beach looking for them.”

Alice looked at her for a moment. “You can’t stay in on your own on the first day of your holiday. Why don’t you come out with us? We’re going to get some brunch, and we might see your friends.”

Marie put her phone down. “I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

Alice smiled, and Marie noticed how it lit up her eyes. “You won’t be, I promise. I just hope us old folks aren’t too boring for you. And we’ve got no spare keys, so you wouldn’t be able to lock up if you left after us. We’ve got nowhere on sorting out the bookings yet.”

Marie left the villa with the older women. Savannah and Josie walked together, and behind them trailed Marie and Alice, as Marie experienced the sweltering Spanish sun and heat for the first time. Her flip-flops flapped against the cracked concrete walk.

“So, are you at university?” said Alice.

“Hopefully. We just finished school, so I’m waiting for my exam results to see which uni I got into.”

“Exciting times. Oh to be eighteen again. What are you going to study?”

“French and business.”

Alice laughed. “So you came to Spain to brush up on your French?”

“This wasn’t my first choice of destination. So what do you all do?”

“Savannah’s a housewife. Josie’s retired, believe it or not, and only forty. I’m a doctor. We all met at university.”

The women stopped at a gaudily-painted food stall, above which hung a sign declaring it to be “Mario’s”.

“We think he’s Mario,” said Alice, pointing to the portly middle-aged man serving pizzas from the van. “Sometimes there’s a younger man, sometimes a woman. We think they’re family, and we think they’re all called Mario. But the pizzas are the best you’ll ever eat.”

“I thought the best pizzas were made in Italy?”

“That’s because you haven’t tried one of Mario’s.”

Marie shook her head. “I’m not hungry.”

Alice linked their arms and pulled her forward. “I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer. Seriously, you have to try this pizza.” Nearer the van, the delicious aroma reminded Marie how long it had been since she’d eaten.

After buying the food, they took seats on hard wooden benches nearby, under the welcome shelter of sun-shades. Marie picked her pizza up from its paper plate and took a bite. The delicate tastes of cheese, tomato and ham thrilled her mouth, while the hot pizza melted in her mouth. She let out a moan, then looked up to see the others staring at her, smiles on their faces.

“I told you,” said Alice. “I knew you’d enjoy it.”

“I’ve never eaten anything like this. It’s like my taste buds have died and gone to heaven.”

After their meal, they strolled further along the beach.

“No sign of your friends,” said Josie.

“Don’t worry,” said Alice. “You’re welcome to hang out with us some more. What’s the plan for today, ladies? There are some caves near here. The guides say –“

“No caves,” said Savannah.

Alice kicked a stone off the path. “You two never give a good answer when we discuss what to do.”

“The plan,” said Josie, “is to lie on the beach, drink cocktails, and stare at the bodies on display.”

Alice’s head dropped. “You’re married.”

Josie shrugged. “I said I’d look, not touch. çorlu escort Don’t worry, I’m sure there’ll be a few beautiful ladies too. Perhaps one would like to meet a nice doctor.”

Alice sighed. “I told you, I’m not looking for anyone.”

An uncomfortable silence settled between them, and Marie looked at Alice in a new light.

“I’d like to see the caves,” said Marie. “I’m not much of one for beaches.”

Alice smiled, “You see, that’s what a good answer sounds like.”

Josie shook her head. “Why did you two come out here if you don’t enjoy spending your days on the beach? We’ll see you back at the villa. Come find us when you’ve enjoyed your afternoon in the cold and damp.”

The caves were set back from the beach, and it was a long walk to reach them. Only a small group entered; apparently, most people agreed the beach was the real attraction. Inside, it was cool and dark. Marie stared in open-mouthed wonder at the enormous arches of rock above their heads, but soon began to shiver out of the day’s heat. Alice’s hands pressed on her shoulders, and Marie realised she’d wrapped her cardigan around her.

“I couldn’t have you be cold. And you didn’t know to dress more warmly.”

A guide led them deeper and deeper into the complex. At one point, they came to a large step, and Alice clambered up first, before offering Marie her hand. After being pulled up, neither of them let go, and they held hands as they listened to the guide talk about how old the caves were, and how they had been formed over the course of time. It felt the natural thing to do, and Marie enjoyed the soft yet warm touch.

Eventually, they finished their tour, and emerged into the bright sunlight and heat, which was a furnace after the cool caverns. As they strolled back along the sea-front, Marie heard her name called, and looked over her shoulder to see Nicole and Beccy. Instinctively, she let go of Alice’s hand as the other two ran up. Feeling bad about it, she reached for it again, but Alice had crossed her arms.

⛱️

Back at the villa, they found Savannah and Josie relaxing around the pool. They ordered a Chinese meal, which was delivered on a puttering moped, and was swimming in grease. Marie sat between Nicole and Beccy while they ate, but she found her gaze constantly drifting to Alice.

When bedtime came around, Alice gathered the sheet to sleep on the sofa again, but Marie stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“You’re no longer a stranger, and I wouldn’t want you to keep sleeping on the sofa. Share the bed with me; I promise I don’t snore.”

Alice smiled. “Are you sure? Especially after what you learned about me today?”

“I trust you. And you know I’m straight, so you won’t get the wrong idea.”

Marie settled on some light and loose cotton pyjamas. She changed in the bathroom, then slipped into the bed. Alice changed in the bathroom too, coming out in a loose nightgown, then joined Marie.

After a moment, Marie said, “I enjoyed myself today. The beach wouldn’t have been half as interesting. Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” said Alice. “I had much the same problem with the sun worshippers I came with. Maybe we could do something similar another day.”

“I’d like that. It’s a shame you’re not a boy; we get on so well.”

“I hope you don’t invite boys into your bed a day after meeting them.”

Marie laughed. “No, I’ve never done that. I don’t just mean after a day, I mean at all. Nicole and Beccy have been suggesting I break that duck on this holiday, but when I do, it’ll be with someone I care about. And someone who cares about me. There’s got to be more to it than physical attraction.”

“You’re wise beyond your years. I wish I’d had a head like yours on my shoulders when I was your age. Looks were all I cared about back then. But not anymore.”

“I’m not saying looks don’t matter. A hot boy is still a hot boy. I’m sure you must get a lot of attention from women, being so attractive.”

The bed rocked, and Marie guessed Alice had rolled onto her side. Her breath was cool on Marie’s face.

“Are you saying you find me attractive, Marie?”

“No, I’m saying you’re pretty, and attractive to people who like women. Not me.”

Alice laughed. “OK. But since we’re discussing each other’s looks, to my eyes, you’re painfully beautiful.”

Marie snorted. “Painfully?”

“Painfully. I’ve never seen a woman as gorgeous as you before. When we’re apart, I find myself doubting my memory; nobody could be as stunning as I remember you. And then when I see you again, I realise my memory didn’t do you justice.”

They were silent for a moment, and Alice said, “I hope I haven’t made it weird, saying that. I promise I won’t do anything; you’re far too young. And you’ve made it clear that you’re not into women”

“No,” said Marie. “But that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

⛱️

Marie’s dreams were of a shadowy man, whose face she never quite saw. But somehow, with dream logic, she knew he was handsome, and more experienced than her. He took her on fancy dates, before they went back to his room. On waking during the night, she found herself cuddling Alice. She extricated herself, careful not to wake her, their bodies stuck together with dried sweat. The same thing happened twice more. She was relieved to finally wake alone with the sun up.

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James woke up in a hospital bed. James looked down to find that he had breasts. James now worried about his manhood checked and found that that was gone too. Lower than his manhood previously was he, or should he say she now found her brand new vagaina. James would have been worried if he secretly didn’t want to be a woman all his life. James gingerly reached out and touched his womanhood. The feeling was similar, yet different to that of her old dick. She then began to feel the entirety of her pussy. She started to feel her lips, her urethra, her vagaina, inside and out, and her new favorite, clit. She liked the feeling of fingering herself but she wanted more inside of her than just her finger. If she should get that, that would be her favorite.

James finally decided to stop touching herself and look at where she was. It looked like she was inside of a hospital. But the last thing she remembered was sleeping in her room. Before James had time to create, the door to her room opened up and another woman walked in. Just like James, she was also naked.

“Morning there. My name is Lucy. I’ll be happy to answer any questions that you may have.” James looked at Lucy longer than she should have. Lingering at her breasts and vagina.

“I’m guessing you’re not from around here?” Lucy said.

“Maybe?” James said speaking for the first time as a woman. Her voice was higher than she remembered.

“The last thing I remember was going to sleep in my bed. As a man.” James said.

“Then you aren’t from around hear. Allow me to explain. My explanation should answer any question that you may have, so please wait until the end of the explanation before asking any questions.” Lucy said. James nodded and started to wait for Lucy’s explanation.

“We call this world Vagina world, after the best thing in the world. In this world, there are no men, no clothes, and no STDs. We live in a world of pleasure and pleasure. You can fuck who you want when you want, provided they accept your offer. People like you come from a different and more complex world than we live in. Also, you were probably what people from your world call a man. Those names don’t normally fit a woman. So If you like we can change your name here and go from there.”

“Wait, If this world has no men, how do you keep the population up?” James asked.

“O yea. I almost forgot. In this world, we have a thing you people call Futanari. The futanari are the ones who impregnate a woman that we the population going. And any woman can become a futanari if they want. To be one, all you have to do is get pregnant and have a hundred different futanari women cum inside of your pussy during your pregnancy. And then when you give birth, you will instead grow a penis rather than push a baby out your pussy. But it will still feel like you’re giving birth. And will still take just as long as giving birth.” After Lusy was done explaining James sat there and processed the information.

“Are you a futanari?” James asked. Lucy laughed before answering.

“No. No, I am not. I am just a normal woman who works at the hospital.”

“So you’re saying that since I’m a new me I can pick a new name?” James asked.

“That’s correct. Once you choose a new name I will help get you into the system, and you can be on your way.”

“Syestem?” James asked.

‘Yep. Just like your world, we have a way to identify people. And since you’re not from here, after you choose a name, we can do that and get you on your way.”

“So I’m a real woman now. Like I’ll have periods and can get pregnant and urfa escort give birth, and shove things up my pussy?” James asked with excitement.

“Yes to all of that,” Lucy said with a smile. James had a smile lit up her face, from ear to ear. James then thought about what her new name should be, before she decided.

“I want my new name to be Jasmin.” Lucy smiled and wrote the name down.

“So Jasmin, any more questions, or should I go get what I need to put you in the system?” Lucy asked.

“I am in a new world, and you did let me know some major differences between this world and my old one, but is there anything else I should know?” Jasmin asked. Lucy thought about it and spoke up upon remembering.

“People from your world say that the women in that world experience pain during birth, but in this world, giving birth is easily one of the most pleasurable experiences you can feel. They say it’s like cumming from labor to birth. And you can get pregnant back to back with no ill side effects. And in this world, we can have three wives instead of one like in your world. And anyone who comes to vagaina world from your world, become eighteen upon entering our world.” Jasmin was thirty-three before she came to this world. Upon hearing his information Jasimens eyes lit up once more. With no feather questions, Lucy left to grab what she needed to put Jasmin in the system. Lucy returned with a clipboard full of paper an ink pad, and a swab and test tube. Lucy filled out the paperwork on the clipboard with Jasmin’s help and used the ink pad to get fingerprints. Lucy then used the swap to take a sample of Jasmin’s vagaina and put it in the test tube. With Jasmin being put in the system, Lucy told her that she was free to go. Jasmin had a wave of panic rush over her. She had no home no food, and no one to rely on. Jasmin asked Lusy what to do.

Lucy had told Jasmin that since she had come to this world from another, she should head to the town hall and let them know. Since she was not from this world, she would the government would give her food and shelter. Jasmin men still nervous began to head to the town hall, after receiving directions from Lucy. Upon leaving her room, Jasmin saw that anyone she passed was also a woman, and also nude. When she left the building, she found the temperature quite pleasant. Even though she was nude she didn’t feel the need to wear clothes. She also found vagina and penis decorations all across the town. As she walked through the town she heard moaning among the normal town noise. When Jasmin got to the town hall she went in and waited to be seen. When her turn was up she up to the clerk and explained the situation. The clerk explained that this happened often enough that they had a whole district of town for people like Jasmin. She also explained that unlike in her old world, there was no currency. One could go to a store and take what they need. She was also told that sex was not only the norm here, but that she shouldn’t be alarmed if she saw women having sex out in the open. She also said that she should feel free to ask to join if she felt inclined. After the explanation and filling out the proper paperwork, Jasmin was given her new address and a recommendation of where to go if she wanted to have a good fuck, from either a futanari or a vagaina woman, as she now learned that they were called.

Jasmin went to her new home and took her time examining her new place. Once she was familiar with the house’s layout, Jasmin went to the site for a good fuck. She wanted to have sex in her sivas escort new form since she arrived in the vagaina world, but she was too overwhelmed with her new environment. On her way to her location, she saw multiple women having sex out in the open. Jasmin was even approached by a woman, who asked to fuck her. Jasmin politely declined wanting her first time to be in a location she knew. Jasmin did say that if she saw her on her way back she would accept her offer. When she got to her location, after getting lost a couple of times, and getting asked to have sex by multiple women, she arrived at her destination. The building had a large neon sign that said Fuckery. When Jasmin walked into the building, she was hit with a strong smell of sex. She was also able to hear moaning throughout the building. She walked up to the front desk, with her pussy moistening as she got closer.

“How can I help you?” Asked the clerk behind the desk.

“I was told by a woman at city hall that I should go here to get a good fuck.” Jasmin said nervously.

“That we can do. Would you like a vagaina or a futanari?”

“I’ll take a vagaina for my first time.”

“O it’s your first time, well in that case, What are you looking for specifically? Do you want to cum a lot, have a kink filled, or be eased into it?”

“Could I be eased into it, and then cum a lot?”

“We could make that work. Just head to room number three o eight.” With thanks from Jasmin, she walked away to room three-o-eight. Walking towards the room was only making Jasmin more horny. Hearing the moans of women, the clapping, and the smell only made it worse. Once she found the room, she entered to find a large room with a large bed in the middle with a nightstand on the left of the bed filled with dildos and lube. Jasmin sat on the bed and waited for the woman she would have her first time with. After waiting for what felt like too long the door opened and a woman walked in. She was a tall woman with long black hair that went down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She was well endowed having E cup-sized breasts. Her pussy was also nice and shaved.

“So I hear that this is your first time.” Said the newcomer.

“Yeah,” Jasmin said sheepishly.

“Well then let’s ease you into the wonderful world of” The new woman slowly and sensually walked up to Jasmin while talking, and whispered the last part of the sentence into Jasmin’s ear. ” Sex as a woman.” Jasmin felt a shiver go up her spine as the newcomer whispered into her ear.

“Do you care if I take the lead?” She asked. Jasmin nodded and prepared herself for her first experience. The new one started kissing Jasmin on the lips. First slowly and then quickly. The slower the kisses came, the longer they lasted. Jasimn was the first of the two to try and use her tongue. To her delight, She reciprocated and used her tongue just as much as Jasmin did. Once their tounges got involved Jasmin felt her breasts being fondled. And to her delight, Jasimn also felt a knee start to rub her pussy, mostly focusing on in clit. Witch brought Jasmin immense pleasure. Once the two were done kissing, Jasmin watched as she went down on her and began to finger her. First one finger went in, then two. She was practiced and kept hitting Jasmin’s G-spot. She was hitting the G-spot over and over again, unlike Jasmin did on her first time. Jasmin let out quick moans of pleasure as she fingered. The next thing Jasmin knew, her clit was being rubbed most delightfully. With one hand fingering her, and the other rubbing her tekirdağ escort clit Jasmin felt a sensation building within her. As Jasmin moaned more and more, the sensation kept building and building, until she came. Jasmin let out a loud moan of pleasure while she came. Jasmin’s partner increased her pace, and the way she hit the G-spot, made Jasmin cum again right after her first.

Jasmin was left alone for a short while while she recovered from cumming twice. Once she was ready, she started to kiss the woman acampaing her. Showing she was ready for more. After a long time, they separated and Jasmin watched as she moved her head down to her pussy. She then licked the entirety of Jasmin’s pussy the one motion. Jamin shutters as a wave of pleasure started from her pussy and spread throughout her body. The woman kept licking her pussy. She would focus on her opening and then move to her lips and urethra, and then lick her clit once before heading back down to start the process over again. Jamin was moaning softly throughout the process. With her moans getting even louder, high pitched, and short whenever her clit was licked. After Jasmin didn’t know how long, nor did she care, Her clit was the main focus of the tongue. Jasmin let out a quick gasp as it happened. Before even realizing it Jasmin put her hands on the back of her head and gently pushed her head into her pussy. Her clit was licked over and over again as Jasmin felt, what she now knew, was another orgasm building. This one came much harder than her other two. But once it did Jasmin knew what she wanted. She wanted to cum all the time. Once Jasmin was done spraying her partner, she got up and moved her pussy up to Jasmin’s pussy.

Jasmin stood while her clit was grinding into her partner’s clit. Jasmin felt good, but she didn’t want to move and ruin the pleasure. Jasmin found that her moans of pleasure were joined by her partner’s moans. Jasmion eventually found herself joining in the motion. Jasmin kept fucking and getting fucked. Their moans kept growing. Their pace got after the long they kept at it. Jamin kept fucking her partner, trying to make sure the clits touched more and more. Jasmin was not the first to cum. Her partner almost stopped entirely as she came. Jasmin didn’t stop fucking her partner. Not just because she was close to cumming, but she also wanted to repay her partner for making her cum as many times as she did. As if on cue, once her partner was done cumming, Jamsin came once more. Both women then laid back on the bed and began to kiss. After lying for a while Jasmin’s partner got up holding her hand and kissed it before walking out. Jasmin lay there thinking about what her future would be.

She enjoyed cumming and wanted to always do it. But she also knew that she couldn’t. She then wiped her hand on her pussy and licked her juices. She loved the way she stated. She then got up and started to walk out. She wanted to find someone to marry. She wanted to marry someone who would always be with her, and fuck whenever she wanted. She wanted to go home and then formulate a plan on how to find a wife. Jasmin walked out of the rebuilding and saw a woman taking her to come over.

“Hey, you. Wanna fuck a futa?” Jasmin walked over to the women.

“Are you asking me?”

“Yea. You. Wanna fuck a futa?” Jasmin then looked down and watched as the women’s clit then grew into a large dick. She was happy with fucking women, but she hadn’t had sex with a dick, or more accurately a futanari. It was at this point that Jasmin remembered that Lucy had said that getting pregnant, and having one hundred different futanari cum inside you while pregnant would make you a futanari as well. She also remembered something that sounded even more tempting. Giving birth in vagaina would be orgasmic. Jasmin pussy freshly fucked, began to moisten. Jasmin licked her lips.

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Author’s note: This is a chapter in a series that will include themes of fauxcest (daughter with adoptive parents), mommydomme, and embarrassment. Please do not read if such themes offend you, or if you can’t enjoy the silliness of the premise, and I’d advise you to start from the beginning if you haven’t read the preceding chapters! All characters in this story are 18 or over.

This is part of the ‘Sapphire Lane’ universe which is a collection of various series all set on Sapphire Lane, each lesbian related but exploring different kinks.

Chapter 11

Cassidy, sat on the toilet in her bright yellow micro bikini with pink straps, was horrified to find herself caught in flagrante delicto with her hand down the front of her skimpy bikini bottoms, two of her fingers still inside her vagina, and so close to orgasm that it was difficult to stop herself from continuing to masturbate under the gaze of her adoptive mom.

She had her other hand covering her mouth, to muffle her moans of pleasure, but now she removed it to timidly mumble. “Mom! I was just…”

“Just what Casidy?” Sarah prompted sternly, entering the bathroom to stand over her seated teen daughter.

The brunette girl carefully slipped her fingers out of her pussy, and pulled her hand out of her G-string bottoms ashamed. “I was just… um… touching myself, sorry I didn’t realise you’d come in…” She confessed, blushing.

“I came in to fetch a book, and heard some funny muffled noises.” Sarah said, and Cassidy inwardly groaned that she hadn’t managed to keep herself quiet despite the hand over her mouth. “Do you think touching yourself is an appropriate thing to do in our shared bathroom? This isn’t your private ensuite after all…”

“No, I guess it isn’t…” Cassidy mumbled.

“I’m not prudish but I don’t want you masturbating all around the house! Gosh knows where you’ve played with yourself already… I didn’t realise we needed some house rules on this, but from now on you only masturbate in your bed, is that clear?”

“Yes mom.” Cassidy agreed meekly, though wondered about how she’d handle her squirting, as in the shower it hadn’t been a problem, and though she had cummed on her pillow when humping it the night before, the girl didn’t really want to repeatedly wet her bedsheets with the strange transparent fluid.

“Do you know what the thing you’re sat on is meant to be used for?”

“Of course.” Cassidy blushed.

“What?”

“Um… to pee and poo in.” The teen said, mortified to have to prove she understood what a toilet was for to her mom.

“Show me how you use it to pee.”

“What?”

“Show me how you pee in the toilet, to ensure we’re on the same page. I’ll even record it then if you ever forget and think its somewhere to touch yourself, you can watch it back to remind you what the toilet’s actual function is.” Sarah smirked, leaving her adopted daughter to go fetch her mobile phone.

‘I can’t believe it, is mom really go to force me to pee in front of her? And record it! I obviously know how to use the toilet…’ The brunette thought forlornly to herself, wishing she had had the self-control to wait to masturbate in the shower later where, with the noise of the water, she was sure she wouldn’t have been caught.

Sarah returned, pointing her phone at her adopted daughter so she could record the embarrassing demonstration which the teen was required to give.

“So Cassidy, what do you do first?”

“Um, pull down my bottoms…” The brunette girl blushed, standing up so she could pull down the skimpy G-string to reveal her cleanshaven naked pussy then sat back down on the loo. Cassidy looked forlornly at the recording camera as she tried to pee, fortunately needing to go however finding it was difficult to release when in front of her watching mom.

The teen looked down instead, trying to ignore the blonde’s presence and massaging her hairless mons pubis in an attempt to encourage her bladder. Finally a dribble of golden pee emerged, and quickly turned into a healthy stream splashing in the toilet basin.

The hissing stream was strong for about ten seconds, some catching on and trickling down her left labia before dripping into the bowl from the bottom of her vulva, until the jet died down to a final tinkle.

“Good girl, now show me how you wipe.” Sarah smirked.

Cassidy pulled off a square of toilet paper, folded it and wiped it over her vulva, especially the labia which had been coated in pee from the slight spray of the otherwise even flow.

A little piece of toilet paper tore off and stuck to the inside of the teen’s labia minora as she wiped between them. Cassidy blushed even more, dropping the sheet of paper, and was forced to spread open her inner pussy lips, on camera, with her fingers. The girl gently scraped her nail over her glistening inner lip until the remnant of toilet paper peeled off and she could flick it into the bowl.

“I think you’re done, unless you need a poo as well?” Sarah teased, and Cassidy adamantly shook her head, looking terrified at the prospect of having to also poop trabzon escort on camera.

“What next then?”

Cassidy sat on the toilet, wondering what her mom meant as the threat of having to demonstrate that she knew how to poo was still on her mind. “Um…I wash my hands?”

“Yes, especially after where some of your fingers have been!”

Cassidy stood up, pulling back up her bikini bottoms, before going to the sink to wash her hands, where Sarah finished recording the humiliating video. As she cleaned her hands, the teen thought in shame how there now existed a video of her peeing, and hoped she would never be made to rewatch it, thinking she would definitely not risk masturbating in the bathroom going forward.

“Oh, can you remind me what you said when you left me besides the pool?”

“Um, I think I just said I was going to the loo…”

“And what did you actually go and do?”

“Masturbate…” Cassidy said, humiliated to have to repeatedly admit to it to her mom.

“So, in short, you lied to me. Again, I thought this was pretty implicit so as to not need a rule, but to make it clear, going forward you shall never lie to mommy or me. I think we shall settle on twenty spanks for touching yourself inappropriately, and ten spanks for lying, so thirty in total. Sounds fair?”

“Yes mom.” Cassidy reluctantly agreed to her punishment, embarrassed at the fact she had not only been caught masturbating, but was being punished for it with a spanking! At least her mom didn’t know what she had been thinking about as she touched herself, as she wouldn’t want to find out what the stern woman’s response would be if the blonde knew it was fantasies of her and mommy that had been filling her mind.

Sarah sat on the closed toilet lid, and gestured for Cassidy to bend over her lap, which the teen obediently did, getting in position so her plump butt, completely unprotected by her micro bikini bottoms which disappeared into her ass crack, was ready to feel the sting of the blonde’s palm.

The blonde slapped the teen’s butt several times, with the girl thinking in surprise that the spanking was quite light, being more fun than painful however Sarah announced this initial flurry of playful slaps had just been a warm-up, and not ones that counted towards the thirty total.

Cassidy yelped as Sarah’s hand spanked her buttock more firmly, feeling the stinging sensation she was realising she would have to become accustomed to in her new life, as her butt cheeks received alternating slaps.

Unlike the spanking she had received in public earlier, the teen didn’t have her panties to protect her skin with a layer of fabric, so each spank felt more stinging thought it seemed the woman was also slapping her butt harder than before. ‘Probably because previously the punishment was mainly from the embarrassment of it being done in public… while now the punishment is from how firmly she’s spanking me…’ Cassidy thought as the woman reached ten spanks, and she was beginning to whimper at each one.

However like before, alongside the pain was a weird feeling of excitement and twinges of pleasure in her pussy, and Cassidy, though wouldn’t describe herself as enjoying being spanked, definitely couldn’t ignore that it had its upsides.

As the spanking continued, the slaps made the teen’s soft ass jiggle with each strike, and soon her skin was turning pink then reddish. “Aww, I think your butt is going to match the pink straps of your bikini. Oh, stop moaning, if you don’t like being spanked then you should behave… this is only happening because you were a dirty little girl touching yourself in the bathroom.”

“Sorry mom.” Cassidy whimpered, fearful that if she didn’t stop moaning with each slap, she’d earn herself a few extra. With her free hand, Sarah pulled her adopted daughter’s arm behind her back to stop her from wiggling, then delivered the final ten spanks even harder.

“Almost done, remind me why you’re getting this spanking?”

“Because I was a dirty little girl touching myself in the bathroom.” Cassidy repeated what her mom had called her.

“That’s right.” Sarah said, giving the girl a final flurry of spanks which the teen, having mentally kept count, thought exceeded the thirty but didn’t point this out to her stern mom, taking them without fuss.

“Good girl, now let’s get back to sunbathing by the pool.” Sarah grinned, and helped Cassidy off her lap, leading the girl back downstairs who felt a embarrassing sense of pride at being called a good girl by the authoritative woman. The teen reached to gingerly caress her sore butt as she followed the woman, finding herself frustrated that after her denied orgasm, the strange humiliation of peeing in front of the woman, and the stinging punishment, she was feeling even more aroused than she had when she first snuck to the bathroom to masturbate!

“Oh, another new rule, the door now stays open whenever you use the bathroom, no matter what you’re doing in there. I’m sure mommy won’t object and that way I can keep an eye on you. If you’re tunceli escort using everything for its intended purpose then you shouldn’t need to hide, and I’m sure you shan’t be doing anything inappropriate in there going forward! In fact I don’t believe you have reason to close any door so it’ll be a complete ‘no closed door’ policy for you going forward.”

Cassidy knew it was never wise to disagree with her mom, especially due to the first house rule being to always obey her adoptive parents, but here felt she definitely had no other option but to nod, even though it meant sacrificing even more of her privacy, and she cringed at the thought that now on she would have to use the toilet, shower, change her clothes, shave her body, and everything else with the bathroom door ajar, as well as keep her bedroom door open too.

****

Cassidy felt a little humiliated to continue to wear the skimpy bikini for the rest of the day, as the G-string bottoms fully exposed her reddish spanked butt. Even though it was only Sarah, who had been the one to cause the sore colour, around to see it, the girl still felt embarrassed to have it on display.

They ordered takeaway for dinner, it being clear that without Zafira there to do the cooking, Sarah wasn’t too active in the kitchen. After that they watched a movie and spent a pleasant evening together, until Cassidy turned in for bed, and was surprised when her mom got up to accompany her.

“I have something to give you darling.” Sarah said, fetching the bag with the two pairs of new pyjamas she had secretly brought the teen earlier that day.

The woman and girl sat on the teen’s bed, where Sarah pulled out the new nightwear to show her adopted daughter. Cassidy looked at the pyjamas in apprehension, realising that yet another item of clothing she brought with her from the orphanage was being replaced.

One pair of pyjamas was pink with red hearts while the other was sky blue with a pattern of rainbows, so besides from the girly patterns, Cassidy wasn’t sure what was that different about them from the pyjamas she currently wore until she realised they were one-piece sleepsuits rather than having separate tops and bottoms. However it wasn’t until the smirking blonde showed her that she noticed on the back, both pairs of PJs had flaps over the butt which could be unbuttoned, presumably so going to the loo in the night would be easier.

It felt like an embarrassing feature to have, with the teen blushing as she imagined going downstairs for breakfast in clothing that had a buttoned up flap covering her butt, but despite their girly patterns, she still probably would prefer wearing them to the revealing sheer pink babydoll her mommy had brought her.

“Thanks mom.” Cassidy said, though wasn’t quite sure why the woman had decided to buy her them, and at the blonde’s instruction, took the pink sleepsuit to the bathroom with her to change into for bed, remembering that she wasn’t allowed to close the door. Changing clothes with the door wide open, despite having been fully exposed to both her adoptive parents, felt a little uncomfortable though she knew she was being a bit silly. The girl cleaned her teeth, still getting used to doing it with her new braces, then returned to her bedroom where Sarah was waiting for her.

“Aww, those look cute on you, I’m sure mommy will love them… Now, before bed, we have something to do. I let you off on the first spanking you received, but the rule is that any spankings you earn during the day shall be repeated before bed each evening. We had thirty in the bathroom, and ten in the carpark, so that makes forty.”

Cassidy couldn’t believe she was going to be receiving yet another spanking, thinking it wasn’t fair she was being effectively punished twice for everything. Despite her best efforts to be a good girl, she had already displeased her stern stepmom several times, and though she admitted being caught masturbating was pretty bad, fibbing or not waiting in the exact spot she was left both felt a little mild to be punished for, and altogether the teen didn’t think she deserved the total of eighty spanks her butt shall have received that day after the bedtime spanking.

The girl found herself lying across the woman’s lap, being quite a familiar position for her now but feeling a little different as rather than being bent over the legs of the seated woman with her feet on the floor, she was instead led on her tummy with her legs straight and, with her head turned to the side, her cheek resting on the bedsheets.

As the blonde unbuttoned the bum flap and pulled it open to reveal the teen’s bare butt, Cassidy realised this was exactly why the woman had brought her the new pyjamas, as they proved ideal for spanking. The girl guessed she may have to get used to her mom unbuttoning her pyjama bum flap with the new rule of daytime spankings being repeated before bed.

As before, Sarah began by giving her adopted daughter some lighter slaps which she explained didn’t count towards the forty total, just being ones to warm up uşak escort the teen before the real spanking began. Cassidy whimpered quietly at the first hard slap to her buttock, as Sarah started firmly slapping her palm against the teen’s soft ass cheeks, alternating between them though sometimes giving one a consecutive two spanks in a row to keep the brunette guessing where her hand will fall next.

“Tell me why you’re getting this spanking?”

“Because I got forty spanks earlier in the day… and the rule is I get the same number again before bed.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Yes, but why did you earn yourself forty to begin with. That’ll be another five for giving me a smartass answer.”

“I wasn’t being smartass! Sorry, I just misunderstood…” Cassidy whinged, annoyed she had earnt another five spanks but more upset that her mom had thought she was being cheeky when she really had been being sincere.

“Well darling, your ass is certainly going to be smarting.” Sarah chuckled at her joke, not pausing her firm slapping of the girl’s buttocks. “Now, are you going to tell me why you earnt that forty?”

“Because I disobeyed an order when you told me to wait for you but I wandered off without permission… and because I was touching myself inappropriately in our bathroom, and lied that I had gone there to use the toilet…” Cassidy summarised, while her butt turned a pinkish red again, making her whine a little between her words.

“Yes, how about those extra five?”

“Because I was being a smartass.” Cassidy answered.

“That’s right. Maybe if you keep wandering off we could get you one of those harnesses with a leash to wear? I could have tied you to a lamp post with one to ensure you stayed where I left you…” Sarah joked to taunt the girl, though her bondage fetishist side found she rather liked the idea.

Cassidy shook her head, and moaned at an especially hard slap her sore butt received.

“And if you keep touching your pussy around the house, there are special belts that will prevent that…”

“No mom, I promise I won’t do it again…” Cassidy said, afraid that both the things her mom had mentioned could be real possibilities.

“Okay darling, but you’ll be in big trouble if you do.” Sarah said, finishing off spanking the girl with the final flurry of slaps, with the teen’s moans accompanied by the thudding sound of her palm hitting the soft flesh of her red butt, a noise the blonde felt was quite relaxing despite it stinging her hand a little.

“I might need to get a glove or perhaps a paddle as all this slapping is making my palm a little sore!” Sarah laughed as she finished, having given the girl more than the promised forty-five slaps.

‘How do you think my butt feels!’ Cassidy thought, but just nodded meekly, agreeing that it might be a good idea though she wondered how a paddle might measure up versus a bare palm.

“There is always the back of a hairbrush in the meantime… anyway, time for bed now darling.” Sarah said, and buttoned up the bum flap of her daughter’s pyjamas, covering her pinkish red butt, but only after she got the girl to look at her sore behind in the mirror, before tucking her into bed.

“Mommy normally gives you a good night kiss doesn’t she?”

Cassidy nodded, and her eyes widened when the blonde bent over her and kissed her on the mouth, roughly and forcefully like she had done before, sucking on the teen’s closed lips but this time it seemed to be even more dominantly possessive. Unlike her mommy’s maternal kisses that signalled she was an adored daughter, her mom’s kiss felt more like she was demonstrating the adopted girl was her property, subservient completely to her authority. Cassidy found this unexpected kiss weirdly exciting, unable to deny she didn’t like being so forcefully used by the stern woman even if it was a little strange.

“Sweet dreams darling.” Sarah grinned, giving the surprised brunette a little pat on the cheek before leaving her in bed, though didn’t close the door as per the new ‘no closed doors’ rule for the teen.

Cassidy settled down in bed, reflecting on the day. It had been another strange one in her new household, where she was still being given new rules to obey, and now getting a taste of the punishments that will occur if she didn’t. Overall, despite the numerous spankings, it had been quite fun to spend time with her mom, getting to literally let her hair down from the girly plaits, with the highlight being giving the blonde a full body massage and ‘happy ending’ though the toe sucking was a little weird, and she had spoiled things by going off to masturbate which had caused more embarrassing consequences. The teen couldn’t believe she was going to have to leave the bathroom door open going forward… it being one last element of privacy that she had now lost though she felt she probably deserved it for what she had been caught doing.

Cassidy did look forward to her mommy’s return however, blushing to herself as she realised she missed the Hungarian woman’s goodnight kisses, though her mom’s had been a thrilling substitute, and also finding herself craving some doting adoration she was becoming accustomed to, and which her stern mom didn’t provide. The teen also wished Zafirah was there to massage her sore butt with aloe vera cream like the woman had done the first time she had been spanked.

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Something Borrowed Chapter 1

(Before we begin, please remember this story is totally a fiction. All the names, places and situations do not represent any real people or places. All characters are over 18. This story takes place in the same universe as A chance Meeting, but stands alone. Please a comment. I hope you enjoy)

— Maggie

As usual Madison was running late. In her mind anything less than an hour late was on time. As far as she was concerned everyone would just have to understand. True beauty took time and she was truly beautiful. Madison had been a top tier runway model. To say she was beautiful was not close to the truth. She was stunning.

She stood almost 6″ tall in her bare feet, but you never saw her in anything less than 5″ heels. Her skin was so pale as to be almost alabaster in tone and under the spotlights, gave off an almost unearthly glow as she gracefully moved. She had long blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Her stare alone could impale you, if you were so fortunate to be caught in her line of sight.

She looked more like a Viking Warrior Princess, than a mere mortal as she marched down the runway under the bright lights. Her 36D breasts were high and displayed her perky nipples well. They had just enough bounce as she walked to draw your eyes to them like magnets. Women and men alike were mesmerized as they watched her march down the stage to victory over an unseen enemy, but it was her firm buttocks and long legs that left you with a lingering hunger and desire as she turned and left.

This is how I met Madison although at the time I did not know her name. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Just watching her move awakened a desire and ache in me, I did not know I had.

My name is Margaret Wilson. I am Director of marketing and sales for an online fashion store. Recently, we began selling clothing in department stores along the Eastern seaboard of the United States. For the last several months we have sponsored live runway shows to introduce ourselves to the local retail market. As the sponsor of the event, I had free access to back stage. Within moments of entering the dressing rooms, I could see stylists and assistants running here and there performing the frantic business of helping their glamorous charges get ready for their next walk down the runway. I wandered from area to area, watching the models in various stages of undress. Semi naked and naked women were everywhere, but I was looking for just one woman in particular.

Finally, I found her. Several women were just sitting there totally naked having their makeup redone. I just stared at her. She was even more magnificent nude than she was clothed. Close up you could still see the shimmer of a light coating of sweat on her breasts and belly as she was being tended to by her assistant.

I just stood there caught in a web of desire and need. You could see she had the body of an athlete. At the same time, her full hips and strong butt were voluptuous, begging to be worshipped.. She was sitting there with her legs spread, her shaved mound bare. It was so obvious to me at least that she was aroused by just being in this environment with so much attention on her. Her labia were slightly open and very prominent clit on display.

Looking down on her sitting there she was sex on a stick. I could feel myself moisten, sharing the sexual tension radiating from her body. She looked up and smiled at me, seeming to know exactly what I was thinking. L blushed, having been caught. She got up, took my hand and led me to a dark corner, pushed me back against a rack of clothes and kissed me deeply. Naked flesh rubbed against me. I moaned and went limp as the strong aroma of sex and desire filled my senses to overflowing. She put her hands on my breasts and squeezed ever so gently and whispered in my ear.

“Don’t say a word.”

Her hands traveled down my body, pushing up my dress, her finger tips traveling sensuously over my thigh high stockings to the bare skin above. I could feel myself losing control and the air was filled with my own odors of arousal.

My mind was racing as I was enveloped by this unknown woman’s natural perfume. I felt her hands slide down my body, caressing my stockinged thighs. I couldn’t move, just felt my body quiver as she pushed my legs apart. Picking up my scent her fingers pushed my panties aside and took hold of the wet hairy pubic hair that covered my tender mound. I moaned loudly as her fingers tugged my thick bush. Pulling on my full bush, she stated more as a command than a request, “This will have to go.”

“Yes,” I replied to her demand. My desires overriding any thought as to kütahya escort not obeying this still unknown woman. I kissed her back and put my hand on her breast and felt her nipple harden as wave after wave of sheer pleasure swept over me.

I never quite knew for sure what was the most exciting, the anonymous sex, the very public setting, or her dominant attitude. But for sure it was the most satisfying orgasm I have ever known and set the tone for our relationship

A week later she moved into my house. I do not remember inviting her, she and a thin shy petite girl just arrived one morning and unpacked. I was in lust and was addicted to the sexual drugs she dispensed as she took over my life and shaped my world around her wants and needs.

I never said no to Madison. Months later, I was less lost in my waves of lust, but still lost in what I perceived was “love”. I was confused about my feelings, part of me loved her for sure even knowing she had no real feelings for me. Another part responded to her the dominant aura that surrounded her and my own deeply hidden view of the majority of women being submissive.

I was used to the production that Madison called her life. I was aware that she was a free spirit and made it obvious that I was only a very small part of her world. She had turned my home into her own kingdom. I became just one admirer allowed to enjoy her l beauty and she had many more. She allowed me to touch on occasion, but there were rules. I just accepted my new life style as her girlfriend. I paid the bills and arranged my own life and business schedules to accommodate Her’s.

Her dressing habits were the least of the accommodations that I made for the privilege of having her be my girlfriend. When she dressed, every piece of her ensemble had to be perfect. When her made up was applied, every brush stroke had to be precise. Her eyes were another long process, they were done and then redone until she was satisfied. Her long blonde hair was styled to an exacting level.

She kept her assistant from her days of modeling. Nicole was that shy petite girl, who moved into my home that first day with Madison. Nicole now Lived in a small room over the garage. This poor girl spent her day following every direction and whim of my demanding girlfriend. I suspected that there was more to their relationship, but I made it a point of never knowing for sure. Madison and I sleep in separate rooms most of the time. I routinely found evidence of Madison’s separate love life and heard the screams and other sounds of her affairs.

Madison never concerned herself with the need for being punctual. She was used to being pampered and indulged. When you are so beautiful you can be selfish and vain. So, She, Madison S.V. Monroe took advantage of everyone all the time. No Selfish and Vain were not her middle names, but they might as well have been.

But vanity and selfishness were not her biggest faults, she was sharp tongued and cruel. She had a roving eye, or more precisely a wandering pussy. Wherever she went women were infatuated with her beauty and sexuality and threw themselves at her. She took every opportunity to discover a new pair of lips (both above and below) and a new tongue to please her.

I was the CEO of my own company. I was young, attractive strong woman and in control of a major online business. I was definitely in charge, but here in my own home I was just another subordinate accessory to Madison. I had struggled for years to overcome the extreme conservative view of a woman’s role taught to me as a child. Women were meek, submissive and supportive of a stronger dominant presence (in my hometown that meant a man.) I Fought against that stereotype and gained the respect of my colleagues in the Fashion world. Yet here I was playing “wife” to a strong dominant woman. She constantly reminded me, when I grew impatient or jealous of her lifestyle and my submissive role that there were other women that would be happy to be her girlfriend.

I knew it would not end well for me, but in my heart, I hoped she would change and love me the way I loved her. It was all smoke and mirrors and I knew it could not last, but it seemed a small price to pay to keep her around as long as possible. All I ever asked was she be discrete and not make a total laughing stock out of me with my friends. I was in for the biggest let down of them all.

We were leaving on an extremely important business trip. I had explained that the future direction of my company was dependent on the results of my Trip back home. While there to see my family, I had a very personal issue to reveal to my mother, manisa escort concerning my sexual orientation and life in the City.

My father had recently died and left stock in my company to my brother, sister and my mother. This trip was necessary to restructure the company. It was my first trip home in eight years and I was finally going to come out to my mother and introduce mt girlfriend. Still, knowing my self-centered girlfriend, I had allowed a three-hour window to accommodate her dressing habits. I just got home from my office and I guess I was not really surprised that Madison was not ready to leave.

I slowly walked down the hallway to our shared bedroom, fully prepared to yet again bemoan her lack of consideration for my needs. Before I reached the doorway and I utter a word, I heard soft moans coming from her partially opened bedroom door. Cracking sounds, followed indistinct groans reached my ears. My first instinct was to rush into the room to help as I thought someone was hurt. Reaching the door, something inside me made me stop and instead just peeked into the dimly lit interior to see what was happening.

Shocked at what I saw, I jammed my closed hand into my mouth to prevent me from making a sound. I was frozen in place by the spectacle displayed before my eyes. Almost like a reflect, I felt my juices flood my panties as a moan of pleasure, escaped my lips, just covered by the sounds coming from the room.

Madison was dressed in a pair of black stockings and thigh high shiny black boots. A black leather bra that displayed her breasts, rather than covered them. A thin gold chain surrounded her waist. Her hair was up and her makeup was thick and harsh. Her lower body was nude. It was obvious she was excited as her nipples were erect and a thick ribbon of fluid slowly dripped from her labia.

Nicole stood behind a naked woman that was kneeling on the floor just at Madison’s feet. Nicole was dressed much the same as Madison. The shiny leather of her outfit were covered in patches of sweat. She had a riding crop in her hand and was striking the helpless woman in a slow rhythmic pattern across her back and thighs and ass.

Not believing my eyes or my ears I pushed closer to the door to see and hear better. I was almost overcome by the smell of raw sex.

“Nicole, Hit her harder.” “I want to see stripes on her ass and back.”

Nicole responded, “Yes, Mistress,” and hit the poor girl harder over and over again.

On the floor, a young woman, totally naked, knelt facing Madison. She was crying with her bare back and open thighs facing Nicole as Madison’s assistant beat her. Her ass and thighs were already marked with long red welts, but Nicole continued with the torture. A metal leash was attached to the collar around the girl’s neck. Madison held the other end loosely in her fist. The young girl’s face was hidden by a mass of brown curls falling around her shoulder, but I could clearly hear her cries and see the small pool of saliva and tears that had fallen from her face to the floor.

“Please stop,” she softly cried over and over again. “You’re hurting me.”

Madison replied in all too familiar menacing tone, “That’s the point.”

“We’ve just started, Pet.”

Looking at Nicole, “Keep going.”

I could see she naked girl was slim and had small breasts. Her bare ass was striped and swollen. Her hands were tied tight behind her back. Madison pulled on the leash, forcing the girl’s closer and closer to her soaked pussy lips. Dragging the girl’s mouth tight against her mound, Madison barked,

“Lick it bitch.” “Suck down every drop.”

Madison laughed and made a game of swinging her bare pussy left and right to tease the girl kneeling before her. I could hear her cruel laughter as the poor girl tried to follow the dripping pussy with her mouth and tongue. I was horrified and at the same time extremely aroused watching this naked slave trying to orally please my “loving” girlfriend’s wet pussy.

“Get your tongue deeper.” “Wiggle it, twist it,”

Madison shrieked over and over again, as Nicole beat the young girl faster and harder.

The young woman from what I could make out looked vaguely familiar She was short, slim and had curly brown hair, the only real distinguishing feature was a small rose tattoo on her outer thigh. It was the exact same as the tattoo I could see on Nicole. I could not see her face in the low light streaming from the table in the corner of the room, but I could clearly see what she was doing with her mouth.

“More tongue, pet,” Madison gasped as she gyrated against the woman’s mouth. Pulling on the leash and mardin escort dragging the woman’s head forward and against her pussy.

“that’s it, deeper, harder.” “Now play with my clit.”

I was lost in the sexual scene before me. My erotically clothed girlfriend, clearly in control and her semi naked assistant beating the mysterious nude young woman in just a leather collar and leash. I wanted to stop it, but I couldn’t help myself, instead my fingers found their way under my skirt and into my own panties. I was transfixed, trying my hardest not to make a sound as I tried to rub my naked clit to the same rhythm as the unknown girl’s tongue as she moved between Madison’s thighs.

I watched the three women rocking in pleasure, deep in their lust filled dance of sex and pain. My panties were soaked as I pushed my fingers deeper and deeper into my throbbing bald pussy. All thoughts of being silent and hidden lost in my own pleasure.

I couldn’t stop it, a loud, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” escaped my lips as I came.

Madison heard the sound and turned towards me with look of amusement on her face. I am sure I made quite the sight, dress pulled up, the fingers of one hand rubbing my clit in a fury of desire and the other hand cupping and teasing my own breast. Just a heartbeat later, both she and the unknown girl came as well.

As I climaxed, I came to my senses. I realized what I was actually seeing happening before me. Struggling to pull my soaked panties up and my dress down, I rushed into the room to confront the sweaty trio. The young girl was still squirming on the floor, her face covered in Madison’s thick gooey slime. Nicole reached down and grabbed the girl’s nipples and twisted them, looking into her Mistress’s eyes for a sign of what to do next.

Startled by the sudden pain in her nipples, the young girl opened her eyes and looked directly up at my face. Her naked and restrained body still shaking with fear. Crying, her eye makeup running and her mouth and cheeks covered in Madison’s spendings, she was barely recognizable. Still, I recognized her. It was Sarah, the daughter of my closest friend and who I had known her whole life. She was my goddaughter. I was filled with rage. Sarah was a new college graduate, still called me Aunt Margaret and came to me for her first job. Madison had broken the only two rules I ever gave to her. Do not involve my business or my family and friends in her games.

Madison had gone too far this time. My first thought was how I was betrayed and humiliated. How could Madison seduce and use my best friend’s daughter and my Goddaughter? How could I face my best friend again? How could I keep Sarah as my intern? Quickly my humiliation turned to anger. Horrified, I bent down and released Sarah’s hands, pulling her naked form close to me. In a low hushed voice, I said to her

“Get dressed and leave., do not say a word of this to anyone and do not go near Madison again.”

I turned my wrath on the two leather clad women, I yelled at Madison with all the frustration and anger I could muster,

“I’m done, pack your things and get out of my house and take your little slut with you.” “I do not want you here when I get back!”

“If even a word of this gets out. I will destroy you!”

I turned, slammed the bedroom door as I ran down the hallway, my eyes filled with tears of sorrow, and anger and loss. I almost stopped and turned around. So many mixed emotions filled my head. Fortunately, my first thought was of my crying and beaten goddaughter and not how hard it was to break away from my selfish girlfriend. As I left the house, I was still shaking with anger. Nager was soon replaced with the hurt of betrayal I stood by my car, sobbing as tears just flowed. I was devastated by what I had seen and heard. I slowly got control of myself and got in my car and drove off trying to calm my nerves.

I finally was forced to see the harsh truth of my life with Madison. The only thing she valued was my money and she would never be faithful. I am not sure if she even had the capacity for fidelity or had any honest feelings for anyone in her quest to find new conquests. As long as I paid the bills and tolerated her behavior she would stay and flaunt her distain for me. I finally had enough and stood up to her greed and selfishness.

I drove to the Airport, my packed bag in the trunk, talking to the pilot of the private plane that was flying me home.

Turning off the phone, I actually said out loud, “I did it, Madison is gone.”

I had not recognized on conscious level how stressful my life with Madison had ALWAYS been. I felt relieved, not sad to see Madison go. But I had gotten angry and hurt and jealous of Madison’s antics time and time again in the past. I cooled off, swore it was over and each time came crawling back. Knowing full well that more hurt was ahead of me at the hands of my mercenary girlfriend.

Will I be strong enough this time?

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Angelina knelt in prayer for her usual evening worship session in conversation with the goddess. With all the responsibilities she had it felt like she never had enough time to properly listen for guidance during their all too brief sessions. It seemed as of late that the guidance she received came at less opportune times or with far less warning than she had grown accustomed. The goddess’ mysteries were deepening with her priorities apparently shifting among her various servants.

Angelina wrapped up her session with the usual moments in her private bath, receiving the movements of the goddess through the waters and feeling her nurturing touch as the oils sat upon her skin from her self-anointing. She felt a sudden surge in the waters as her body was wrapped in a steady swirling embrace that made her feel weightless as she appeared to drift between states of being and an altered consciousness.

When her normal consciousness returned, as did the resumption of the state of her physical being, she was filled with the usual warmth that the goddess’ embrace and love always imbued, but she felt it deeper this time. The mark upon her own forehead felt somehow different, but as she left her pool to dry off, she was overcome with sleep and simply drifted off once she made it to her bed.

……

After she came back from the shower she sat for a bit, reflecting on the day. That was something she would never have even thought to do in her life before, but now it felt like the most natural thing ever and she relaxed as she did. She took the towel that was used as her blindfold once more and looked at the mark she had left upon it. She still had very little idea about what this place actually was or what the purpose of their mission could possibly be. As she sat longer in thought, dwelling on some of the things that were still unanswered she started to feel an overwhelming sense of calm and true belonging, like the feeling she had expressed to Bella and Eden. It wasn’t just words; it was a deeper feeling she couldn’t explain. She decided not to tax herself too much thinking about the things that probably didn’t matter and tried to focus on getting some rest.

Felicity was still too awake to simply drift off to sleep even after all they had done that should have drained her. She sat for a while still wondering why exactly she was here, not as a complaint, but more seeking guidance. She decided to kneel and reflect upon the images of the goddess she had known so far and drift along the current that flowed through her to see what energies she received, if any.

She couldn’t make out any words or sounds, but there was an undeniable message sitting just at the edge of her thoughts. As much as she tried, she couldn’t force it to take shape or make sense, but it was there. She relaxed some more, as much as she could without willing herself to sleep, to see if that would put her into a more receptive state.

As she did this, her body began to vibrate and she felt a heat resonate through her that wasn’t centered on any particular area or source. Without hesitation or control to prevent it, her hand went to feel her dripping wet lips and she let out a soft moan as it felt like she was being stroked by some spiritual force. Her other hand cradled her breast and gently squeezed her hardening nipple. The goddess seemed to be controlling her now as she had no recollection of any of these actions as she did them.

Without warning she plunged her fingers deep inside her own folds and thrust gently to heighten her aroused state. Without any control over it, she withdrew and raised them to her lips. Sucking them in her mouth was almost like breathing to her and there was nothing she could do to stop it if she wanted to. As she squeezed her nipple a little harder, she thought she felt the slightest droplet on her fingers as well. Those fingers too were raised to her lips and brought an unfamiliar taste with them. She savored it as she was taken by the goddess to a new level that she couldn’t comprehend just yet.

Once again, her fingers were plunged inside and her nipples tweaked. This time though, she raised both fingers to her forehead to touch the mark. It wasn’t the mark of the headmistress; it was the mark of the goddess that sat upon her brow. The combined juices anointed her again in a merging of their energies as she fully received the goddess into her being and was now fully a part of her folds, well beyond the initial anointing and blessings she received.

The warmth and the love of the goddess that flowed through her overpowered her will to seek more definition for what she was experiencing and she drifted off the sleep where her body fell, softly enveloped by the covers of her bed.

……

Felicity awoke with hardly a memory of her experience the night before. It all felt like the strangest, but happiest, dream she had ever had. She just assumed that’s what it was. Since her body had been so fully pleasured from her time with Eden and Bella, she just cast off the euphoria she had known as part of the dream state without any connections to reality.

She heard a light rapping on her door, kuşadası escort then a pretty head peek in around the partly opened door.

“Are you up yet? I know it’s a little early but with the weekend our schedules are a little more relaxed so I figured I’d swing by.” It was Eden, still apparently in her night dress which was only slightly longer than the usual dress she wore, but far more sheer. Not that they had anything to share that they hadn’t already shared, but with the look of her nipples straining at the fabric and how clearly she could see them Felicity was feeling herself warm more quickly than usual. Her face began to feel a little flushed as she stared at Eden’s perfect form. The curves that hung on her frame were snugly nestled under her shirt without much room for any movement of their own. She assumed it must have been torture to walk as the fabric rubbed coarsely against her soft breasts. Eden was smiling at her, which only made her blush more.

“I just woke up right before you stopped by. I assume I missed the morning players and such. Is Angelica mad?” Felicity sounded ashamed of having slept in so late, even if Bella and Eden were partly to blame. What good were the two guides if they couldn’t wake you up on time she thought?

“Perfect. Breakfast and morning prayers are later on Saturday and Sunday, more of a brunch kind of thing, so not to worry.” Eden explained. “If you had time Bella and I thought maybe we could get a quickie in this morning.”

“A quickie? Just for fun?” Felicity asked, a slight disapproving look on her face.

“No, no, I mean, sure, but no, a quick practice session now, then we could do other things this afternoon and show you around some more or something.” Eden answered, realizing the mistake in her phrasing. “Bella is at the baths already if you wanted to head down now.”

“Sure, like I will ever say no to having the two of you? That’s never going to happen, I can assure you of that.” Felicity responded as she started to get out of bed. She figured there was no point in being modest now and just started to head out to the baths as she was. Eden giggled, but didn’t stop her as they walked out the door.

They arrived at the baths with relatively few encounters as it was still early enough in the morning. Bella was already there as Eden had promised. She was busy anointing herself to her heart’s content as she was alone in the baths and the oils could have that effect on anyone.

“Starting without us or just warming up so you’ll be more of a challenge for me today?” Felicity called out.

Bella would have been startled more except that she had just reached a fever pitch as her fingers were a blur over her folds and her body quickly tensed as she came. She rocked and trembled as her body started to relax from her peak. Her breath was coming back to her as her perfect chest heaved from her activity.

“Sorry, you took longer than I expected, and the oil, and the water. Definitely something weird going on here today as it almost felt like the water just took me and wouldn’t let me leave until it was done, or I was done, something like that.” Bella said breathlessly, her words catching at times.

“I’ve felt something weird today too, just thought it was all in my mind.” Eden shared.

Felicity thought about her dream from the night before. She still couldn’t remember any details, but something felt clearer about it now that Bella and Eden had shared their recent odd experiences. She wouldn’t realize that it wasn’t actually a dream for a while.

Since Bella was already in the baths, Eden and Felicity figured they would just join her and stripped off their nightclothes and rushed to get started. This was starting less like a structured practice session and more like a continuation of their end of the night escapades from the night before. After Felicity and Eden had entered the bath and positioned themselves Bella turned to face them.

She collected herself to start with their practice session, but was a bit sloppy and rushed with the massage and the oils. Eden tried to get her to slow down, but was herself a bit more aroused than she expected for some reason and just went along with the pace Bella had set.

Felicity was stuck in the middle being torn between the slow teasing and quick torture from both women’s hands running roughshod all over her. She felt like she would likely just cum in the bath like she did the first time if they kept this up. Almost as if it sensed her elevated state the water started to churn around them. Just like Bella had described, the bath seemed to wrap itself around every part of their bodies that were submerged, pulling them down onto the ledge along the edge of the pool.

It slowly brought them all to a new level of excitement that felt like their entire soul was engaged in the erotic play that the water was engaged in. They reached out for each other’s bodies and held onto what they could as they felt the water trickle inside and flow around them, caressing them in ways they never felt before. Before long, they were all near orgasm and had lost complete kocaeli escort control of their bodies while the water brought them off, crashing against them like the strongest ocean wave and knocking the breath out of them as they came.

They sat for a long while, bodies heaving, breathing like athletes after a grueling competition. Finally, Eden was able to speak.

“I think we should just head back to your room instead of trying anything else here today.” She said, in between gulps of air.

Bella and Felicity barely nodded in agreement as they still couldn’t speak and hardly had the energy to stand. There they sat for a while longer until they recovered enough to move, just staring at each other and breathing.

It was a slower walk back to her room than usual, but as they hit the cooler air of the hallway, they all seemed to perk up a bit more. When they made it inside, the three of them just flopped on her bed together. Having their warm, wet bodies so close to each other wasn’t going to help them recover much though and they soon felt themselves reaching for each other and kissing and stroking what they could find.

“I don’t think we’re going to get very far with a practice session today after that visit to the baths.” Felicity stated while her hands explored what she thought was part of Bella’s thigh. That was until she reached the curve of her ass and felt Eden’s moan reverberate through her breast.

“That’s okay, you can keep doing what you’re doing.” Eden popped off her nipple long enough to respond.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” Bella chimed in, her hands trying to figure out who she was about to torture. Felicity let out a gasp as hands found their target and Bella smiled.

Felicity felt her body warm all over for various reasons. She couldn’t really detect the source this time either. It was an all-consuming heat that seemed to be everywhere at once. Suddenly her forehead burned hot then faded to an odd tingle. She reached up to hold it as she wondered what was happening.

Eden looked up as she heard Felicity make a soft noise that still managed to startle her a bit. As her eyes fell upon Felicity’s face, she jerked herself free from their tangle and went to shake Bella out of her pleasure daze. When Bella looked at what Eden was pointing at, she gasped.

Bella and Eden fell to the ground next to Felicity and knelt in prayer before her. They had never seen the transformation of the complete goddess’ mark upon someone before and they knew this was a special event. For where there had simply been the darkened clit mark from the headmistress there now stood a full pair of the golden lips below it.

“We need to tell the headmistress now. I don’t think you need to worry about the trio challenge anymore Felicity.” Eden stated, looking up from her reverent position, trying not to stare directly at the new mark on Felicity’s forehead. “Grab a small towel or some head covering so we can walk to her office without anyone else seeing. We should throw on our dresses quickly to keep the rest of the stares down to a minimum as well.”

Bella found a small scarf that had been left in a drawer and stylishly wrapped it around Felicity’s hair and forehead. Or at least as stylishly as one could when one’s hands were shaking uncontrollably, even as Felicity tried to help her relax. They all managed to get their nightdresses back on as that’s what they had been wearing earlier. They hadn’t even had time to get ready for the day yet.

They headed out at a brisk pace trying to reach the headmistress’ office before encountering too many gawkers in the hallways. While everyone at the compound was generally relaxed and receptive, a spectacle like this was sure to arouse suspicion. They reached the door and knocked and started in without waiting for an answer.

“I’m sorry, would you excuse me for a second.” Angelina spoke to the young woman sitting with her as she stood to greet the intruders. “Ladies, is there a reason why you have barged in without waiting for me to acknowledge you?” Bella lifted the scarf from Felicity’s forehead and Angelina’s eyes confirmed what they had suspected. “Wait here while I finish up.”

Angelina calmed herself and walked back to speak with her guest. “As I was saying. We aren’t generally equipped to help someone like yourself, but if you would call this number and ask for Marianne, I believe she will be better suited to assist you.”

“Marianne, sounds lovely.” the young woman replied.

“She is, she is an old friend and will be happy to help out someone like yourself who needs some direction and a sense of belonging. I’m sorry we weren’t able to help you here.” Angelina finished and then stood to wish her guest well as she left.

“Girls, come over here. Tell me when this happened?” Angelina spoke in a rushed voice none of them was familiar with at all. It was as if she were a different person.

“Just now. We were all together in Felicity’s room after some time at the baths and your mark transformed.” Eden explained. “Just like the mark on your forehead now. When did that change?”

Angelina stood konya escort and rushed to her mirror; unaware anything had happened to her mark as well. She stood there and looked at the lips on her forehead, now almost glowing. She reached for them and ran her fingers along the ridges, it was wet. As she stroked her fingers along, she felt herself grow hot and her arousal rose. Felicity gasped as Angelina continued to stroke at the mark on her forehead and instinctively, she raised her fingers to touch her own. As she traced the lines, she felt everything start to burn and her body respond to even the slightest touch.

“Ladies, please leave us, as we have some business to take care of.” Angelina spoke in an almost monotone voice as if it was no longer her that was speaking. Eden and Bella stood and walked out as they continued a hushed conversation, not really sure what they were witnessing.

“Felicity, please follow me.” The choir of angels voice had returned, but Angelina still seemed different.

Felicity fell in behind her as they left her office and walked to the end of a long hallway Felicity hadn’t been down yet. They entered a grand suite which was full of icons of the goddess, which she now realized after having spoken with Bella and Eden did indeed look a lot like they were just pictures of Angelina.

Angelina ushered Felicity in and wrapped her arm in hers as they walked to a room in the back. The room had its own small bath area as well as several fonts filled with oil, Felicity assumed for now. The space adjoined another room to the left that had a grand four poster style bed draped in the finest linens, deep, rich red velvet and satins. This was obviously the home for someone much grander than just the headmistress of a religious school or cult or whatever it was. This was luxury the likes of which Felicity had never known. The grandeur of the surroundings dwarfed the simple appointments of all the other areas Felicity had ventured.

As Felicity stood there in awe, she felt two hands gently rest upon her shoulders from behind. She hadn’t noticed that Angelina had circled around her. She felt the warmth of her skin press against her back as she drew her closer and embraced her. Felicity was wrapped in the spell of the moment and felt loved all over with the embrace of a true goddess surrounding her. Angelina’s hands crept downward and gripped at the short hem of her dress and slowly made to lift it over her head. Felicity complied as she felt she had no choice and was being guided by some other force, but wouldn’t have resisted anyway with a woman as beautiful as Angelina. Her dress slipped more easily over her head this time and only the residual tingle of her sensitive nipples remained. The tingle was replaced by a pair of wandering hands that held her gently and pulled her closer again. The heat was starting to burn into her skin as they touched. She had never felt like this with anyone before.

Angelina turned her around to face her. She leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips then pulled back and took her hand as they headed into the small bath together. They descended the steps in unison as the water lapped at their skin, finally reaching their delicate folds as they stood waist deep facing each other. Felicity had the same feeling she had from when she was in the baths with Bella and Eden. The water joined them together as it touched them both and they were sharing the same feeling at the same time. It was as if the goddess was lapping at them together, teasingly. It wasn’t the goddess that touched Felicity next as she felt the delicate tickle of fingers against her lips. There was a slickness as well, and she realized Angelina had dipped her hands into one of the fonts that contained some of the anointing oil. She inhaled the sweet fragrance and her head began to grow light again.

Angelina reached down between her own legs and dove her fingers deep and withdrew them and quickly slid them inside Felicity. She did the same with another font and then withdrew her fingers from Felicity and dripped the essence that coated them into the font again. It glowed briefly and suddenly Felicity detected a new fragrance that was at once more familiar yet as alien to her as the ones she first encountered there.

She could detect herself in the fragrance, but it had transformed now into an even sweeter scent and combined with Angelina and the oil to create a truly intoxicating aroma. They both seemed to enter a different state together as Angelina gazed deeply into her eyes and Felicity felt as if she could both see into Angelina’s soul and feel her own being touched.

She wanted this feeling to last forever as the sense of belonging and closeness she felt here with Angelina surpassed anything she had ever felt before for any living thing. Angelina reached out and placed her hand gently below Felicity’s chin and lifted it as she leaned in and kissed her, lovingly. This was not the simple kiss of passion; this was a kiss borne of a deeper affection that even love failed to describe adequately. Felicity felt an energy swell inside her that seemed to flow from Angelina and all around them in the pool. She instinctively reached out to embrace her and pulled her in closer as they stayed locked in their kiss for what seemed like forever. Their lips were electric as they moved subtly to shift and adjust to each other as their tongues intertwined in a spiritual dance.

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“My guest tonight, the first guest in the Rant Room is a writer, dramatist and social commentator. She was brought up in the deep south of America, a childhood she describes as ‘tense for a black kid.’ She has written a great deal about her experiences as a child and says that, if she has a mission in life, it is to forget most of them. Carmen Jenkins, welcome to the Rant Room.”

“Thank you, Catherine, it’s great to be here.”

“So tell us, what are you going to rant about?”

~

I first met Sally Watson at a gay journalist meeting in our fair city. I normally wouldn’t go anywhere near a meeting described that way but my good friend, Rosie, told me that Sally would be there and that she reckoned we’d get on. Rosie is a close friend, occasional bed-mate and wise counsellor. So I went. It seems she had briefed Sally who made a beeline for me during the drinks reception after the meeting and embraced me and, to my slight consternation, kissed me. I knew who she was but, well, it seemed a little forward by any standards.

“Why fuck about? Rosie told me you’re enjoyable and she is always right.”

I mulled the word, ‘enjoyable,’. “Is Rosie passing me around?”

“Shit, that came out all wrong, and, no, she’s not passing you round, she meant you were great company! Foot well and truly in my mouth there, sorry.”

You couldn’t get mad with Sally. She was like a big puppy, full of energy and affection and I warmed to her immediately. I took a little longer, however, to get into her bed.

Sally has what Rosie calls the ‘misery face.’ She means she looks like she’s sick of everything until she smiles when it transforms into a lively, happy countenance. Framed with mousy, quite short hair and with uneven teeth and a short neck she is not immediately appealing, despite a nice body and legs which she tends to dress in jeans and hoodies. A ‘tom boy’ as my mother would have described her.

My initial concerns dissipated and, over the next few weeks, I saw Sally for a beer a couple of times and grew very much to like her. She was quick-witted and amusing and clever. She ran a local radio channel and had a liking for output that challenged her audience.

She also had a penchant for sex, sex in all its lesbian varieties. “Men are great,C,” she always called me C. “I actually prefer the company of men in social groups, just as long as they know it’s social and ends there. I mean, they don’t do the girly thing when the bill comes, ‘I had this, you had that blah blah,’ they talk about sport most of the time and most of them drink well.” Well? “A lot, but without getting pissed.” Ah.

The first time she fucked me, and that is all it was, she fucked me, I was visiting her flat over her studio for a drink and, after our second bottle of beer, she said, “You know, it’s really time we fucked, darling,” and took me there and then on her sofa. She’d worn a long, black T with, ‘This way down’ and an arrow pointing at her crotch, over faded blue jeans. The T came off to reveal large, firm breasts with dark pink nipples that were indicative of her state of arousal, not unlike my own. She pulled me to her and kissed me, hard and, without moving her mouth from mine, undressed me skilfully, demonstrating plenty of previous experience. Her hands wandered freely over my body and she sucked my tongue, held my nipples, and, finally, entered me, her fingers curling inside me.

Breaking the kiss, her fingers still busy, she entertained herself, licking and sucking my nipples. I was getting pretty worked up and she seemed to realise because she stoped, stood and peeled her jeans down, a glimpse of white panties at the crotch as they descended, revealing good, firm, shapely legs.

She straddled me and fed me her tits, pressing her cunt down on me while I sucked her nipples. Then she dismounted and sat on the sofa and spread her legs and, pulling me gently by my hair, guided me to kneel between her feet and feast on her. Wet, and slick, her cunt tasted divine. Her orgasm was a roar of delight and release, music to my ears.

My own followed shortly as I rode her thigh and kissed her, her fingers playing with my nipples.

~

It was a few weeks later that she invited me to host the Rant Room. I’d floated the idea as a possible programme format and she’d said she would think about it. It had never occurred to me she might invite me to host it. At first I resisted, having no experience of broadcasting but, well, Sally could be persuasive and, post orgasm, I am malleable.

And so, at 11pm that first night, I was hosting a 15 minute slot with Carmen Jenkins.

“I’m going,” she said, “to rant about apologies.”

And boy, did she?

“No matter what the perceived sin committed by any company, institution, political party or whatever, they seem to think an apology with atone for it. The Church apologises when a vicar abuses a child, a school likewise. A nation apologises for being involved in slavery and, lo and behold, it’s fine?

“People claim they want mersin escort an apology. But the truth is that, even if they get one, they will want more or they wont accept the apology given.

“Apologies are a waste of time and energy. Action is the only thing that makes a difference.

“The government, your government, apologises for health service failings. But, they don’t DO anything. Anything, except throw more money down the same drain.

“I’m not knocking your country, merely using it as an example. Every country, with a couple of noticeable exceptions, apologises for something. Those that don’t usually have a lot more to apologise for.”

She continued in this vein for all of the remaining time of the programme.

I walked out of the studio, led Carmen to the hospitality room and poured us both a large brandy.

Sally burst in and hugged me. “Pour me one too.” She turned to Carmen, hugged her as well and, doing her bouncy puppy routine, told her she’d been fantastic.

She kissed Carmen who seemed slightly put out if not actually appalled.

“She does that, Carmen,” I said. “It’s like shaking hands for her.”

When Carmen had gone, Sally invited me up to her flat. It was more of a command than an invitation really. “Get that arse upstairs. I always get horny when things go well.”

And I have to say she did not lie. The door of her flat closed, she pushed me hard against the wall and as her moth closed on mine, firm and intrusive, one hand massaged my breast while the other went up under my dark blue, full, leather skirt. Pulling my knickers aside she invaded me, two fingers curling firmly into me. I wasn’t so much a participant as a sex object. No complaints there.

She almost dragged me to her bed and I sat down on it and watched as she undressed and then, to my intense delight, strapped on a lovely, blue, soft leather harness with a matching blue dildo dangling merrily from it.

I mentioned she is like a big puppy. Well, she fucked me like one, hands on the bed, feet on the floor and about a yard apart, she flipped my skirt up and, knowing I was well and truly wet, drove her girl-cock slowly and deliberately into me. It was the perfect length for me, because I really dislike anything banging into my cervix and this little beauty went all the way in without any contact. She held like that, her hips against my arse, before she started to rock back and forth, one hand gripping my hair, the other under me, rolling my nipple, which she had liberated from my pale blue silk blouse.

Her rhythm increased and she started to bite my neck and lick it and my ear. her hand released my hair and went under me to massage my clit and it was combination of that, the sheer animal lust and her breasts rubbing on my back that took me over the edge.

I was sated but Sally had only just got going and with a hasty rearrangement of our bodies, she prone, spread and unharnessed, I still dressed (if in disarray) with my head between her open thighs and her hand gripping my hair again she pulled me int her and whilst I needed no encouragement, she demanded I lick, nibble and suck. I did so until with a groan that started as a ‘fuuuuuuuu,’ growing by degrees from there, through, ‘ohhhhh,’ to ‘yesssss,’ and ultimately to a full blooded bellow accompanied by her body almost levitating us both of the bed, she flooded my face and came. It was a protracted orgasm, with perhaps three or more distinct elements and then little aftershocks as she descended from her high and I licked her clean.

As she lay recovering, I stood and started to tidy my clothes up.

“Where do you think you’re going? Get those clothes off and get in to bed with me.”

~

If Carmen Jenkins was a success, so too were the next few guests. One ranted about politicians who wouldn’t resign when caught with their, as she put it, ‘Hands in the till, or someone else’s underwear. They abuse their positions and claim false expenses, they waste OUR money on foreign ‘research’ trips without a thought for the poor devils who have to pay their taxes. They are blatant and without shame.”

The next was no celebrity but a guy who described himself as a ‘normal husband, father and worker’ from our city who was represented or rather misrepresented by people who had political agendas that had no relation to his needs.

The Rant Room was an amazingly popular invention. So much so that Sally wanted to make it longer but I resisted saying that it was the brevity that gave it immediacy. Contributors had to make their point quickly and marshal their facts. Sally accepted that but decided to move it to an earlier slot for more listeners to hear it.

Maraig (pronounced Mary) McAlister was a Scottish standup. I introduced her and asked her what she intended to rant about.

“Gay women like you.” Before I could interject she was off and running. “See, women like you don’t look gay which can be a challenge for women like me. So I want gay women to wear badges.” muğla escort Badges? “Aye, to make things clear. So you, for example, would wear a badge with ‘G/F’ meaning gay femme. I’d wear one with ‘G/B’ indicating gay butch.” Maraig has a wicked smile and I knew this might get out of hand. “Then, I’d wear a badge of a different colour with ‘G/F’ on it to show I was looking for a gay femme. The different colours indicates what I am and what I am looking for. Get it?” I nodded. “There’d be badges for single, married, committed, and the whole range of different things we all want to know about someone when we’re interested in her.”

“What about trans women?”

“Let’s not go down that rabbit hole. But lesbians like you need to advertise unless you’re inclined to say, ‘Hi, I’m a gay femme,’ and give us dim dykes a heads up.’

Once more in the hospitality room, Maraig and I opened a bottle of Scotch (appropriate) and I poured a couple of large ones, then a third as Sally burst in, doing her untrained labrador impression.

“Great stuff, girls.” Sally kissed us both and then turned to me. “Isn’t Maraig just the perfect dyke?”

The perfect dyke, I thought to myself, and remembered telling Rosie she was ‘dyke perfection.

I should tell you something at this point. Rosie, I think I have explained, was a determined singleton, free to be promiscuous and adventurous. I was happy with that except when I wasn’t. You see the truth is that if I had ever thought about committing to someone, it was to Rosie. Val, mentioned early on in this saga and married to Jake was a fabulous friend and lover but, well, she was married and I could not see that ending, anymore than I could see myself committing to a bisexual woman. Nothing against them, but eventually they are going to want a real cock and, all too often, want me to try one too. And I was well past that.

I’d never tell Rosie how I felt about her. I suspect she’d have run a mile or would be sad because she knew I was keen and always going to be disappointed. So I remained silent and took what Rosie had to offer when she chose to.

~

“Are you still with us,” Sally asked. “You seem away with the fairies.”

“Sorry, I’m a bit preoccupied.” I drank my Scotch, thanked Maraig again and said my goodbyes. Sally wanted a 3some, I think, so looked a bit pissed off but I wandered out and into the dark of the night.

I went to a pub called the Harbour Master’s Office. It’s known for late drinking and women like me. More importantly, it was a spot Rosie liked. If she’d have been anywhere, it was there. But, predictably, she wasn’t. Two goth girls about middle twenties invited me to join them in the loo and I declined thinking it was a long time since I’d been prepared to have sex in a pub toilet. They didn’t say anything but moved away and were soon to be seen walking, hand in hand with another ‘older’ woman in the direction of the toilets.

Dispirited and a bit sad, I went home, got even more drunk and went to bed.

~

I was dragged to wakefulness by the indecently loud ringing of my ‘phone which made it clear how bad my hangover was. The ‘phone told me it was Val calling.

“What’s so urgent you wake me up at this hour?” If I sounded cross it was because I was.

“It’s gone 11, Cath.”

“Oh, is it?”


“Bit of a bender last night?”

“You could say that, sorry.”


“Cath, it’s Jake.”

“What is?”

“He’s been having an affair.” Oh fuck. “With his secretary, the one he travels with.” Double fuck.

“Come over and I’ll cook us something and you can get it all out.”

She arrived, as arranged, at 6 which had given me time to medicate my hangover and buy something at the supermarket that almost looked as if I had cooked it myself. It was ready, in a casserole, to be put in the oven and the packaging was hidden in the bottom of the bin. I’d showered, covered the black rings and swollen flesh of my eyes and put on a red shirt waister dress.

Val looked ok for someone who had just discovered she had a complete bastard for a husband. I’d always suspected it. So we drank wine, well, she did, I stuck to fizzy water for a while, and talked. I moved onto whisky when she started crying. It almost made me glad that Rosie would never be able to hurt me as Jake had hurt her.

“Why don’t you throw him out?”

“Because the house is his.” They had never changed the ownership of the property since he owned it before she moved in. No, there was no pre-nup. Thank fuck she had never put her salary into a joint account so she had access to her own money, but she had few savings and certainly not enough for the deposit on a house.

So, I asked, what was she going to do? She thought she’d have to leave her job and go back to somewhere ghastly where her parents lived, Orpington I think, and try and get a job there.

And so it was that Val moved in with me. My second bedroom was also my home office and it took a load of shifting to make it suitable nevşehir escort for her by the time she returned the following afternoon with a suitcase and some loose stuff in her car which I helped her get up to the flat. I’d said she needed a room of her own, even if we would sleep together and she agreed and when I saw how much she’d brought I was glad I had.

Everything somehow fitted into her room and we went out to eat because we were both too knackered to cook.

“We can set the rules over dinner,” said Val. Rules? What rules? “You still need to live your life so you’ll want privacy and so on, we can work that out.”

A good Italian meal inside us along with a bottle of Chianti, obviously, we returned home.

“I need a bath,” I said. For me the steamy warmth of a bathroom is the most relaxing environment at times of need. I stripped off and reclined luxuriously in the hot water. The sight of her chestnut hair appearing around the bathroom door was made even better by the fact she was naked and carrying two glasses of brandy. I had a shelf along the side of the bath that I called the cocktail shelf for just such an eventuality.

“Room for a small one?”

“So much for privacy!” I smiled as I beckoned her in to join me.

The taps were to the side of the bath and the tub was pretty capacious so it accommodated us both easily. We lay there, chatting amicably and drinking the brandy. Her foot found my cunt and mine found hers which somehow made conversation difficult but we managed for a while. Then we got out, dried each other off and moved quickly to my bedroom.

We didn’t have sex though. We held each other for a while, talked a little and drifted off to sleep. Somehow though, I knew something was missing and after a while, a few days, I realised what it was. It was risk. Val loved being unfaithful but only, she had once said, with me and definitely not a man. That, she said, would be unforgivable. So I wondered if Jake had been over the side with a man if she’d have been fine about it.

Living together was fine but without the excitement and jeopardy, Val grew less dominant and more remote.

~

“So, you have a live-in lover now?”

It was Friday evening. Rosie and I were sitting at a table in the hole in the wall pub she liked near her office. She was in her work clothes since it was about 7 and she’d been working until I called her.

“I have Val living with me.” I told her the story.

“How is that going?”

So I told her. Sex was rare and dull, she missed Jake, she paid her way and was a good cook. “I like her a lot, Rosie, but she’s not the Val she was.”

“She probably liked being unfaithful. So now it’s just, well, normal. No excitement, no danger.” Which is, of course, precisely what I thought. “You like danger too, do’t you?” As she said this, her hand rested on my thigh and she rucked my skirt up a little. “Do you sleep together every night?”

“No, just now and then.”

Her hand stroked the skin of my thigh. “Sleeping with the same woman every night would be so boring.” Her nails raked my skin. “Come home with me.”

I nodded. In that moment, I wanted her to hurt me, to make me cry. I couldn’t express it so didn’t try. But maybe Rosie knew. She always seemed to know.

We got to her home and she led me by the hand to her sitting room. A large mirror, oval and with a mahogany frame hung over the unlit fireplace. She stood me facing it while she stood behind me. She kissed my neck softly. My neck is one of my real buttons and she knew it. She sucked my earlobe and her hands cupped my tits. She undid my blouse, opening it to reveal to both of us my bare breasts, the nipples hard, almost straining.

One hand held my nipple between her fingertips, between her nails and she squeezed. She’d used clamps once before and I’d relished the exquisite pain but this was more personal as she varied the intensity of the squeeze, licking my neck and watching my eyes in the mirror.

Rosie had a real talent for getting my clothes off and I barely noticed as my skirt slid down my legs, my knickers following as far as my knees. Then, as she bit my neck softly, and squeezed my nipple harder, she slapped my arse, hard.

“You want this, don’t you?” I nodded. “You have to say it.”

“I want it, Rosie.”

She slapped it again and smiled at me. Her reflection held my focus. “Say, please.”

“Please Rosie.”

She suddenly gripped my hair, really tightly and took me to the chair, my knickers impeding my legs as I tried to walk. My scalp hurt, my nipples hurt and my cunt was so, so wet and when she put her hand between my legs and cupped me she smiled. She bent me over the back of the sofa and, standing where I could see, she slowly stripped off. She knelt on the sofa so her cunt was right in front of my face and, gripping my hair again, she pulled my face to her.

“I’m wet too. Exciting, isn’t it?”

For obvious reasons I couldn’t answer but, yes, it was exciting. As I licked her, she slapped my arse again but harder. The little yelps she elicited from me seemed to ct like a vibrator on her clit and she was gasping with pleasure. I was disappointed when she climbed off the sofa and came behind me and stroked my arse before giving it a mighty slap that took my breath away.

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Thank you Terry, careythomas and snow for all your help in editing and improving this chapter. I couldn’t have done it without you.

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Chapter 11

As Winnie got ready for work, she kept thinking back to the weekend. It was so much better than she expected. “Too bad it’s over,” she thought. Guiding on Saturday was fantastic. With the highest river levels on the Methow this year, it was fast and the waves were big. Her crew was strong and well-coordinated, making it easy to hit each rapid just right. The weather was just as good.

On Sunday, she didn’t have a boat to guide because the float was significantly smaller. It was the tradeoff for being on the Methow with Logan. Weston gave her the option of driving back to the Wenatchee and guiding, but she chose to spend the night and then raft the next day with Logan as his guest. While rafting with him was fun, it bothered her a little bit when he just expected her to shuttle his car down to the takeout. He assumed that she would do it, like the other girlfriends and significant others who were affectionately if somewhat derisively referred to as shuttle bunnies.

Still, by the time they were on the river, she had forgotten that. The run was almost as nice as the day before. The waves were big and Logan showed off his strength as he guided the boat down. She was a little disappointed in that he didn’t pay much attention to her, although it was a working trip for him. She knew that by paying attention to the customers, he was only doing what was expected.

No matter how unreasonable it was, days later, that feeling still hadn’t left her. They slept together for the second time the night before, and it seemed odd that it didn’t carry over into the next day. As she thought back, it felt like just a normal day on the river for him.

“The sex was nice,” she thought. They went into his tent early in the evening and making out led to fondling. Logan was pretty good at it too. He managed to get her fairly excited so that when he wanted to go further, she did too. He was a considerate lover and took his time so that she came before he did. They cuddled afterwards and eventually started touching again, leading to a second go around before falling asleep holding each other. “It was nice,” she thought again.

She stared at the blouse she held in front of her without really seeing it. “Nice. Why do I keep using that word?” she whispered, even though she already knew the answer. “I was excited because he knows how to touch a woman, but not like with Indigo or Lena. Just being with them was enough to turn me on,” she thought as she let out a long sigh. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong with me?” she said. “Logan’s a good guy. My dad might not like him, but mom would,” she thought. It would be much easier to just do what was expected and live a normal life. “Somebody like Logan can make me happy, I think.”

The future facing her was scary. Having gotten to know the lesbians in the whitewater group, she saw that they were all happy with their lives to one degree or another. If they weren’t, it wasn’t because of their sexual preference. At the same time, she knew they were all from places far less conservative than Oklahoma. As far as she knew, their families all supported, or at least accepted, them when they came out. None of them was disowned.

“They don’t have my parents,” she thought. The church they attended was one that preached a hardline on homosexuality, even though her parents weren’t that active in it. She always shied away from talking about it at home, for fear of hearing what she dreaded. Not knowing was better than being certain that her parents would reject her if they knew what was in her heart. She honestly didn’t know how they would react, so she kept that so deeply hidden back home that most of the time, she wasn’t even aware of it.

Even now, she avoided it. “I’m not lesbian,” she told herself once again. “I like men too. I think I’m just bi. That might not any better for them, I know, but as long as I live straight…” It was easier now that she was dating someone. She could focus on him, and not herself. It also distracted her from thinking about other women.

“I wonder how Marika’s weekend was,” she thought, not even noticing how her mind jumped to think about the older woman. “I hope she is feeling better.” It was obvious that something was bothering her, but Winnie couldn’t figure out if it was something more than Yamile. “I hope she knows I’d do anything I can to help her,” she thought. “She’s done so much for me.”

Sighing, she put on her blouse and started buttoning it up. Tucking it into her skirt, she went into the bathroom to put on her makeup. Marika was still on her mind, and again Winnie was unaware that she spent more time than usual in getting her makeup just right. When she finished, she looked at the clock. “Oh damn, where did the time go?” She kahramanmaraş escort rushed out to grab her things and head to work.

Unfortunately, there was too much to do for Winnie to stop by Marika’s office for most of the morning. She finally managed to stick her head in about 11:30.

“Hey there, stranger,” she said with a smile. Marika looked up and returned the smile, but Winnie noted that it didn’t seem to touch her eyes. The cloud of gloom still hung over her.

“Hi. How was the weekend? Did you have fun with Logan?” she asked. As they got closer, she kept own feelings about Logan carefully hidden. There was something that reminded her of Samuel back when they first started dating. Beyond that, Marika was honest enough to admit that she also was a little jealous of him. When Winnie blushed, she felt that envy flame even higher. “I see,” Marika said, “so, you had a very good time!” She forced a chuckle.

Winnie blushed even deeper and nodded. “Yeah,” she said. She found herself tongue tied and unable to say anything more about Logan. If it were anyone else, she would have wanted to share the details. With Marika, she felt shy about it and she knew it wasn’t because they worked together. To cover it up, she asked, “What about yours? Did you have fun even though Samuel was gone?”

Teasing had restored a little bit of life in Marika’s eyes, but that faded away now, replaced by pain. Winnie moved over to sit in front of her desk. “Rikki, what’s wrong? You’re miserable and I want to help. Rikki, I need to help,” she said.

Using her nickname from rafting finally breached the wall. Winnie never called her that at work. It reminded her of the depth of friendship between them. It was far deeper than it ever would be just as coworkers. Marika felt the warmth of her concern and couldn’t stop the tears that slowly began to trickle down her face. Winnie reached out and took her hand with both of her own. After a moment, Marika bent her head to hold it against their joined hands. She did her best to strangle the sobs that were threatening to burst out of her. Her head moved back and forth slightly, rhythmically bumping against them.

Unaware of anything else, Winnie focused on her friend. Freeing one hand, she stroked her head but said nothing. “When she is ready to talk, she will,” she thought.

One of their coworkers walked by and saw what was happening. She quietly closed the door to the office. “Thank goodness someone got her to open up,” she thought. Everyone at work sensed that something was wrong with Marika, but she wasn’t the type who asked for help. She hoped that Winnie could do something for her.

“I’m getting a divorce,” Marika said at last. “Samuel is cheating on me.” Lifting her head, she looked at Winnie. The pain in her eyes was raw and ripped into Winnie’s heart. “I knew it wasn’t a great marriage, but I didn’t believe he’d cheat.” She let out a big sigh. “Liz did. She warned me from almost the beginning.”

Squeezing her hand, Winnie nodded. “Well, she cares about you. Your best friend should look out for you.” She couldn’t help wondering if Liz also saw a bit of herself in Samuel. Her bed hopping certainly diminished some of Winnie’s respect for her. “No, that’s not it,” she thought. “It’s how she doesn’t seem to notice when she hurts someone.” She could hardly talk about playing around, having let Indigo make her cum and then flirted with her and Alex, not to mention kissing Lena and sleeping with Logan. “But I’m not leading anyone on,” she told herself.

Marika started to tell the tale of how she found out. Winnie knew all about Yamile, even though they hadn’t met. During the drives to and forth the rivers, the two of them shared a lot about their lives. Nothing she had heard about Samuel made her predisposed to like him. Now as Marika spoke, he quickly became the devil himself in Winnie’s eyes.

“At least you found out now, Rikki,” she said. “You are a talented, lovely, and warm person. He doesn’t deserve you and you deserve so much more.”

The misery in Marika’s eyes didn’t lessen but a flame of anger joined it. “Yes I do.” She pulled a hand gently away from Winnie’s grip and wiped at her eyes. “I can’t stand pretending everything is just fine. He gets home tomorrow and I’m not ready to let him know.” She looked out the window. “Plus, once I get what I want, then I’m a single mother. It’s going to make life a lot harder.” She looked back. “I know. It’s pathetic, that even a part of me wants to hold onto him for convenience.”

Still holding her other hand, Winnie gave it another gentle squeeze. “No it’s not. Raising Kieran by yourself wasn’t what you signed up for. This would scare anyone, but you aren’t alone. I bet Yamile will be a big help, and there isn’t anything that Liz wouldn’t do for you,” she said. “And you’ve got me,” she said more softly. “I’ll help you any way I can.”

Marika looked at the younger woman and gave her a little smile. “Thanks Winnie,” she said. The raw emotion was evident in kastamonu escort her voice but her sincerity came through. Having the support of her friends was the difference in keeping complete despair from overwhelming her. “I’ve got my sister too. I talked with her yesterday. She offered to move in with me. I think mostly she wants to get out of our parent’s house, but still it will be good,” she told Winnie.

From talking on the long drives to the rivers, Winnie knew about Marika’s sister. She was quite a bit younger than Marika; in fact, Winnie thought they were almost the same age. A recent graduate from nursing school, she recently had to move back home to make ends meet. “That will be nice for you. She’ll help with Kieran?” Winnie asked.

“Oh yeah. She loves him. And her shift at the hospital is three 12’s in a row. So she works Monday through Wednesday and then is off for four days!” Marika replied.

A little bit of weight lifted from Winnie’s chest. She knew that the only reason Marika was free to go rafting was that Samuel watched Kieran every other weekend. A selfish part of her had worried that when Marika no longer got that from him, she wouldn’t be able to raft anymore. Winnie didn’t want to lose that time with her. Immediately, Winnie felt a little guilty. Rafting was very important to her friend and her relief should have been for her. “Cool! You can keep rafting!” she said.

“Yeah. Tereza already told me that,” Marika said. The smile on her lips was more genuine than at any other time during their conversation. “I didn’t want to give that up,” she said. “I guess all I seem to talk about is rafting, so she understood. She might even come along some weekends so Kieran can camp with us.”

“That would be fun. I bet everyone will love him,” Winnie said. As yet, she hadn’t met Marika’s young son, although she was familiar with him from talking with her and the pictures around her office. She looked over at the spot where a family portrait used to stand. A new picture of Kieran was there now. In fact, there were no more pictures of Samuel in her office. “Makes sense,” she thought. “I wouldn’t want to look at that cheating bastard either.”

“Thanks, Winnie. You’ve cheered me up,” Marika said. “I’m glad I told you. I don’t like keeping things from you.” She thought about how she was only the third friend she told, four if she counted her sister. They’d become close friends in a surprisingly quick time.

“You can tell me anything,” Winnie said. “I’ll always be here for you.” It was clear just how serious she was in saying that.

“I know,” Marika assured her. “But now, I’ve kept you away from your job for too long. I don’t want to get you in trouble.” She made a shooing gesture as she got up. She needed to go check her makeup after all that crying. She was wearing relatively little these days for just that reason, but it didn’t hurt to be sure.

Rising at the same time, Winnie found herself face to face with Marika. At the end of a weekend, neither one of them thought twice of a hug goodbye. Here in the office, it was different. They tried to keep a more professional demeanor. This felt different. Without thinking too much about it, Winnie reached out and put her arms around her friend. As she hugged her, Marika resisted for an instant before giving into it. The comfort it offered was something she desperately needed. Their bodies came together, and Marika rested her head against her friend’s shoulder. They stayed like that for a few moments before they both reluctantly separated.

As Marika lifted her head, her face came close to Winnie’s and their eyes met. Winnie fought the urge to lean forward a little and kiss her. Not for the first time, she wondered what it would be like. “I wonder if she kisses better than Lena,” she thought as she forced herself to step back. “God! That the last thing she needs right now,” she sternly told herself. “Get a grip!”

For her part, Marika missed the soft touch of her friend’s body. It didn’t excite her today as it often did when they said goodbye at the end of a weekend. Instead, it left her with a warm feeling that reminded her that there were people who cared for her. She felt the threat of tears again. In focusing on halting them, she missed Winnie’s tiny movement forward as she tamed her urge.

Breathing a sigh of relief as she let go, Winnie moved to the door. “Safe,” she thought.

“Hey,” Marika said, catching her before she could complete her escape. Winnie turned to look back at her. “I’m meeting Liz for a quick drink after work. Do you want to join us?”

While Liz occasionally flirted a little bit with her, it always seemed harmless. Although the way Liz treated Indigo and Lena bothered her some, she didn’t really have a problem with Marika’s best friend. “Sure, that sounds fun.” She gave a little wave to her and headed back to her cubical. “If I’m going to get anywhere with Rikki, I’ll need to get along with Liz,” she thought. After a moment, she stopped dead in the middle kayseri escort of the hallway. “What the hell? Why did I think that?” she asked herself as she started walking again. The implications of her questions disturbed her enough that she struggled with putting them out of her mind. Throughout the day, they returned to haunt her. A twenty-minute phone call during lunch with Logan did nothing to help dispel them.

At the end of the day, Marika showed up at her cubical. The afternoon was a good one for her. To most of their coworkers, she seemed to have it all together today. Looking at her, Winnie still saw the brittle edges under her carefully erected façade. “I’m glad we are doing this. She needs some relaxing,” she thought. Shutting off her computer, she was ready to go within a few moments.

“Where are we meeting Liz?” she asked.

“Oh, she’s going to meet us at the bar around the corner. She’s probably there already,” Marika said as they started to leave. “She didn’t have anything to do today, so it was easier for her to come here.”

The bar was a common place for people from the office to go after work and Winnie was familiar with it although she wasn’t a regular. Marika was right. Liz was there already, holding down a table for them. She gave her best friend a hug, while giving a friendly wave hello to Winnie. It was clear from the start that Liz knew that she was in on the secret.

“Have you heard anything more about the asshole?” she asked. Marika looked around quickly, wanting to make sure that there wasn’t anyone else from work there. “Don’t worry,” Liz said. “No one knows what asshole I’m talking about. It could be Winnie’s new squeeze for all they would know.”

Something about the way she said it seemed to imply that it might be an appropriate appellation for Logan, and Winnie felt a spark of irritation. Not wanting to start something when Marika needed her support, she let it pass. “Besides,” she thought, “I agree that Samuel is an asshole. How can he not see what he has?”

If there was some double meaning there, Marika missed it. “Just be quieter. Even when I tell people at work, they don’t need to know the detail.” She looked around once more before going on. “No, Yamile and I won’t meet with her friend until next week. This week is all about the lawyer. I’ve got a couple of meetings with her.”

Watching Liz more closely than Marika, Winnie noticed a momentary frown on her lips at the mention of Yamile. “What does she have against her?” she wondered. From everything she knew about Marika’s widowed friend, she sounded very nice. She was also a huge pool of support for her. Even though she only learned of the situation today, Winnie wasn’t sure what concrete things she could do to help, other than vague expressions of support. By connecting Marika with someone who could look into what Samuel was doing, Yamile hopefully would give her the ammunition she needed to force him into granting her a quick divorce without fighting her every step of the way. Although she was too young to have friends go through bitter divorces, she saw a few like that growing up. “I’m thankful someone can maybe help her avoid that pain,” she thought.

As they talked, Winnie noticed something else. While Liz didn’t completely ignore her, she didn’t go out of her way to include her either. She often touched Marika on the arm, occasionally leaving her hand there. Having watched Liz more than once in a successful seduction on the river or in camp, she suddenly realized she was doing some of the same things. There was a steady stream of flattery and physical touches. If Liz showed some jealousy of Yamile earlier, Winnie now felt a twinge of her own. Only the complete lack of awareness or response by Marika kept it in check.

“I’ve been around them a bunch, but it’s the first time Liz is like this with Marika,” she thought. Still, as she watched, other pieces fell into place. “She definitely has a thing for her, and Marika doesn’t even see it.” It wasn’t just that she didn’t see it; she didn’t react to Liz in that way. Thinking back to how she and Lena flirted with her when they were rafting a couple of weeks ago, Winnie knew that Marika wasn’t blind to other women. “Just to Liz,” she thought.

She felt a little sense of relief, and even the faint twinges of jealousy faded. In a true contest, Liz would have the advantage. Not only was she an expert at seducing women, she shared a long history with Marika that Winnie couldn’t match. None of this appeared to matter. For whatever reason, Liz didn’t connect that way with her. As this passed through her mind, Winnie felt her body respond slightly to the idea of romancing Marika. Once again, contradicting urges reared their heads. No matter how enticing the thought of being with Marika was, the fear of the impact on her family rose up as well. She slammed down the wall again, forcing herself to remember the things she liked about Logan.

When Marika finished her drink, she stood. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to run. I need to pick up Kieran. I’ll talk to you later,” she said as she leaned down to brush her lips against Liz’s cheek. Looking over at Winnie, she resisted the urge to do the same thing to her cute coworker. “I’ll see you in the morning. Thanks for coming with me,” she said. Her voice held a livelier note that was almost, but not quite, flirtatious.

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Hi, this is my entry into the Halloween 2023 competition.

Despite this being an entry for Halloween, readers didn’t like the cruel ending and for that I apologise.

I’d originally written it to include the following year’s Halloween, but thought the original ending too slushy, so published the shorter, crueller story.

This is the extended, original, soft version.

If you’ve already read this, then jump forward 11 pages to the second Halloween, ‘356 days later’ and read on.

If this doesn’t suit you, then please, read either any other of my stories or another contestant’s story.

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The Lesbian, the Witch and the Wardrobe.

Debbie leaned into the freezing wintery blast as she walked through suburban London. She cursed the local council for dimming the street lights even further than before. The night’s icy wind whipped around the parked cars, rustling the thick hedges that stood guard over the large Georgian town houses that lined the road.

She loved the symmetry of the old stoic buildings. Unlike typical Georgian houses that open out onto the street, these had little front gardens surrounded by hedges and tall poplar trees. Although, her friends thought hers looked foreboding, more Amityville than Downton Abbey. It stood out, because it was set back further than the others, with a drive on one side and a gateway to the garden behind on the other.

She kicked an imaginary tin can as she wished for something to take her frustration out on. Her new job, which had seemed so promising, ended up being just as mundane as all the other jobs she had ever had. The lack of anything romantic on the horizon added to her melancholy.

She’d forgotten what it was like to have a meaningful relationship after her last few failures. Thankfully, her few close friends had arranged for a get together later, for them to enjoy what local pubs and clubs had to offer for Halloween. Maybe she’d find the woman of her dreams tonight.

She swung her leg at another invisible tin can, wishing that her life had taken a more exciting direction than the one’s she’d found since school. “Fat chance!” She cursed at herself and then all her subsequent career choices. Even her summer holiday had failed to produce any romance. Only she could go on a Women only Cruise and return empty handed.

As she turned the corner into her street lined by three story Georgian houses, she cheered up. Her new apartment was the best thing to happen to her in years, and she had it all to herself. Until now, she’d endure house shares with temperamental hippies, vegans, Goths, gay and straight men!

She glanced up through the two overhanging trees opposite, trying to glimpse her top-floor flat lounge window. Relieved that the warmth waiting inside was barely a hundred yards away. The strength of the wind bent the tall trees over, hiding her portion of heaven from her for a fraction longer.

The gust relaxed, allowing the tree to flick upright, giving her a clear view of her snippet of Shangri-La. Her heart missed a beat when she saw her large, dark window panel framed by her deep blue curtains, but rather than being empty, a white face peered out of the centre, looking down at the street below.

Debbie froze as the wind forced another tree’s branches to once more obscure her view and the interloper from her. She waited a few seconds, and the tree swayed upright, revealing a now empty window. Blinking, she gasped, unsure of what she’d seen, but as reality sank in, her inner voice screamed at her.

‘That bloody old hag at 1A. I knew she was getting in.’ .

She cursed, remembering the smell of stale perfume and mothballs that sometimes welcomed her home from work. Debbie picked her feet up and ran as fast as her heels could carry her.

‘This time I’ll catch the cow, red-handed and teach her a lesson she’ll not forget!’

The hood on Debbie’s coat flew off as she charged across the road, flicking her long, jet black hair around her face as rain lashed her unprotected head.

Furious as she ran, ignoring the weather, she remembered how she found the apartment’s details by accident. After someone had incorrectly filed it in the sold section, gathering dust. None of the estate agency’s staff could raise enthusiasm about it, but the grand high-ceilinged rooms appealed to her, and the cheap price, way below market value, won her over.

They had decorated and furnished it to make the ageing apartment sellable. She knew she couldn’t let this opportunity pass, especially as it was on the top floor. It avoided the chance of foot stomping, chair scraping neighbours above her.

What was strange was the reluctance of the staff to promote it when she enquired about maintenance and utility charges. She initially assumed they were trying to divert her to apartments with more lucrative commissions. But after a while, she became suspicious that they actually wanted it for themselves or a friend.

Throughout the rental process, hatay escort she overheard staff whisper and hint about ghosts in the house, but ignored them, knowing Halloween was approaching. Sure, the first week was odd, but then any old building has its strange creaks and groans. But she soon settled into her new home.

Debbie arrived at the building’s entrance and her wet hands fought through her handbag for her keys.

‘Ha, ghosts my arse, it’s that witch of a neighbour poking her nose around vacant apartments and somehow she’s gotten a key to mine.’

She slotted the key into the lock, glancing at the windows to the side, seeing them still dark, she hoped to catch the old hag hobbling down, making her escape. Slamming the door behind her, she ignored the postal lockers and streaked up the stairs.

Leaping two treads at a time, she was soon pounding up the second long flight of stairs, surprised not to meet the elderly lady coming down. She reached the top landing, panting heavily as she struggled to insert her key into the still locked door to her apartment. Her heart pounded as she expected, catching the culprit red-handed.

Debbie sucked in a huge breath before she opened her solid wooden front door. With a flick of the light switch and a single leap, she flung herself into her lounge. Inside, she held her arms spread out wide, as if she were about to catch an elephant, giving a theatrical shout of “Aha gotcha!”

Her voice trailed off as her jaw dropped. Never mind the lack of an elderly intruder, the real problem was a huge stout wardrobe standing in the space between her TV and kitchenette, with its doors hanging open. The fresh addition stood like a monolithic sentinel protecting the newly enlarged lounge, and the additional space either side of it.

Debbie’s arms flopped down as she digested the revised shape of the already large room. More confusing was how her wall had withdrawn to expose the monstrosity dominating it emitting the strong odour of stale perfume and mothballs.

Both her TV, table, and her kitchenette opposite, now separated the newly carpeted floor from the bare floorboards behind. Her shelves above the sink, containing her crockery, hovered unaided in midair, just as solid as when the wall supported them.

She walked up to the wardrobe and partially closed one of the heavy doors to look at the front, which remained covered in the room’s paint. But framed and contoured timber replaced the smooth plaster. She rapped her knuckles on the paint to hear the knock of timber instead of the original wall’s plaster and brick.

With the shock of the new feature in her room dwindling, a rustle of clothing on the far side attracted her attention.

Stepping through the door from her bedroom was not the white-haired senior citizen from 1A, but a short, thin woman. She had long, flowing blond locks of hair that hung over her shoulders and held her hands pressed together before her, as if in prayer. She raised her head from its bowed position as her wide eyes pleaded with her.

The stranger’s eyelids fluttered highlighting her wonderful piercing eyes that drew her in. Debbie couldn’t help but focus on the bright green globes that seemed to suck her into their depths, like wandering dreamily through fields of long grass waving in the breeze.

All the anger and anxiety that had built up inside her sank away as her hands brushed over strands of tall grass and gazed up into the azure blue summer sky. Elevated into an almost euphoric state, she spread her arms wide to spin around, sweeping over the grass, laughing with a girlish glee. Debbie dawdled in this imaginary world for what seemed an age, but a voice called to her, pulling her back into the room to refocus on the stranger.

Now more composed, she examined the slightly younger woman before her who wore what looked like a very secondhand, black silk prom dress. Although as she emerged further into the room, with her hands raised in a silent plea, she could see it was more of a classic maid’s uniform, without the silly, white lace edged apron.

Her pink narrow mouth widened to omit a light, musical voice, “Please miss?”

She held her palms up as if to hold Debbie back.

“Please don’t be angry with me, I can explain.”

Her deep green eyes beckoned her to return to the peaceful pastures. She could almost feel the summer breeze against her skin and the grass brushing across her hands once more. The return of her anxiety rose to fight against it, holding her in the room as she stammered out a protest in her fight to avoid returning to the serenity of the grassy fields.

“But, but, who are you, where did this wardrobe come from and where did my wall go?”

She flapped her arms against her sides in frustration. Unable to fully understand what she saw before her or how this stranger had entered her apartment through a locked door.

“Please, Miss.”

The short woman’s gaze remained ığdır escort on her, but she calmly swept into the room, surprising her as she grasped her hand. The Woman’s dry, icy touch seemed to suck the growing heat of anxiety out of her as she encouraged her to join her on the sofa.

Debbie, no longer agitated, removed her coat. Rather than break the close tie she now had with the intruder and hang it up by the door, she dropped it on the arm of a chair. She sat close to her, turning in to face her interloper. The stranger brought Debbie’s hands together beneath hers, to rest them on her black silk covered knee.

“I know it’s hard to understand, but a magic spell imprisons me inside, that!”

She stabbed an accusing finger towards the wardrobe.

Debbie blinked, vainly attempting to interrupt the stranger’s alluring stare. Although part of her wanted to dive back into that green pool of solace as her body felt a strange tingle all over. The same twinge of excitement you have when meeting a lover. She shook her head but couldn’t break the gaze that bonded them together.

“Spell? Magic?”

Was all she could ask. Her eyes drifted across the pale skin of the woman sitting close to her, drifting down her small nose to admire her thin lips. She wondered what they would be like to kiss and whether her new friend would allow her to.

‘Friend? For fuck’s sake, Debs, she’s a stranger in your apartment. You can’t be that sad and lonely, can you?’

“That’s okay. I know it’s strange and difficult to understand but, if I tell you my story, I’m sure we will become friends.”

She put a little emphasis on the last word. The corner of her mouth twinged upward, and a brief glint appeared in her eye.

‘Fuck, can she read my mind?’

Debbie couldn’t argue against the use of magic, or how else could you explain the new feature to her now enlarged room. The stranger certainly didn’t pose a threat with her composed exterior and pale, china like face. Her tongue slipped out and licked her dry pale lips as they broke into a knowing smile.

Debbie lowered her head, trying not to stare, but stopped where her smooth, white neck plunged inside the silk dress. She glared at the material, attempting to imagine her cleavage and the shape of her small breasts hidden within. She felt her cheeks rouge up and, unsure of where to look, returned to gaze at the beauty of her orb like eyes. A wry smirk grew on the stranger’s face.

“I used to work here as a humble housemaid. The family wasn’t nice, but it was the only job I could get to keep me off the streets.”

“I don’t understand. They’d said it had been empty for years until a developer in the seventies turned it into apartments and they kept this one boarded up for most of that.”

She twisted her head, questioning the stranger’s statement.

“Ahh, I find it hard to remember dates, but the family were still here in the eighteen-seventies, so it must have been in the nineteen-seventies when they divided it up permanently.”

“That’s nearly two centuries ago! When were you born?”

“January eighteen-hundred, under King George the third.”

Debbie leaned forward as she gasped.

“You’re joking? That makes you over two hundred and thirty years old?”

“Well, not really. I went into service in eighteen-fourteen. I was nineteen and looking forward to Christmas before being incarcerated. So I’m probably barely twenty in real terms.”

“Oh my god, you didn’t finish school before going to work!”

“There was no school for the likes of me, only for the rich. I had to work helping my mother sell flowers, or at least what scraps we could buy cheap or find loose on the cobbles of the flower markets.”

Debbie felt awful at hearing the stranger’s tale of woe. She’s enjoyed school and college afterwards, finding it hard to understand how anyone could manage in a world without that basic foundation in life.

“Anyway, we digress. After I’d worked for the family for several years, a distant great aunt came to live with them and she was worse than all of them put together. She replaced most of the staff with her own and they were all in her mould. She embittered the children, making them even nastier and more spiteful than ever.”

Debbie couldn’t tear her gaze away from the stranger as she talked. Her eyes studied her hair, shoulders, or lingered to imagine how her lips would taste at their first kiss. The story teller’s slim mouth returned a smile as if a reward for her thoughts.

“She insisted on being called Mistress Eleanor, taking a shine to me, but rather than treat me with preference, she took great joy in finding a reason to slap and beat me. Then one day she made her intentions clear to me, demanding I lie with her that night to meet her sexual demands.”

The stranger broke her own gaze and looked away, leaving Debbie bereft and empty, needing the reassurance her eyes gave her. She swapped her hands to hold the ısparta escort interloper’s to squeeze them, hoping to warm them, give her reassurance and return to being the focus of the stranger’s attention.

“Time and time again she made demands of me, but I refused. They punished me, with it slowly getting worse each time. Until one day, they marched me upstairs to her bedroom. They threw me into a chair opposite Mistress Eleanor, who had a banquet laid out in front of her. I hadn’t eaten properly in days. She told me that if I agreed to give myself willingly to her, I could eat.”

The stranger looked down, avoiding Debbie’s gaze, and rung her hands together in frustration.

“If only I’d agreed, I might have escaped later. But after my third refusal, she lost her temper and the butlers threw me into the wardrobe.”

She glared with hatred at the timber monstrosity dominating the room.

“I thought they would just lock me up again, but when they closed the doors, I could hear the Mistress chanting in a language I couldn’t recognise. Soon my mind sank into the darkest depths. Unlike sleep, it feels more like drowning in black tar. When I woke, I didn’t know how much time had passed before finding myself on the floor there.”

She pointed to the patch of carpet in front of the wardrobe. Debbie yearned to hug and reassure her.

“The mistress, wearing only her nightwear, was lying on a chaise lounge chair.”

The stranger stood up and spread her arms out over an area before the window.

“Here. She lifted her gown up to show her naked feet, ankles, and bare legs. She smiled a wicked grin and repeated her demands. We were alone, and I felt angry and disorientated, thinking I had slept only a single night, but my stomach growled, which added to my anger.”

The stranger turned to meet Debbie’s gaze, and endorphins flooded around her. A familiar tingle deep between her legs, causing her to blush again. As always, Debbie rooted for the underdog, hoping she would deny the evil mistress her goal.

“What, what did you say?”

“I refused. I’d seen her angry before but this time, she became incandescent with rage.”

She leaped up onto the sofa, and seemed to grow taller as she stretched her arms up to the ceiling, facing the still open wardrobe.

“She stood up like this and screamed, ‘Be gone then,’ and gave a flick of her hand.”

She flicked her wrist, mimicking the Mistresses’ actions from over two hundred years ago.

“An invisible force flung me inside and held me there, sprawled against the back wall. The Mistress seemed to rise even taller. Her hair gained a life of its own, flying and dancing like vipers. She spat unknown words at me.”

Debbie gasped, enthralled by the story, and found herself on the edge of her seat.

“She told me, ‘Stay here for eternity then, so no one else can have your virginity. Or at least until I take pity on you.’.”

The stranger towered above her, looking down with her green eyes full of fire and anger. Debbie tingled with excitement, eager to hear the end game, wanting this beautiful blonde underdog to be triumphant.

“The Mistress paused, to smile at me. ‘Hmm, despite your arrogance, I like you and for that, I will allow you a chance to redeem yourself. Once a year I’ll release you each Hallow’s Eve to give yourself to me, willingly, as now, only true love’s kiss can free you from this bond.’.”

Debbie held her breath, her hands clasped tightly together. She still hoped for her interloper to tell a happy ending, ignoring the evidence before her.

“With another flick of her wrist and more strange, foreign sounding words, an invisible hand gripped me and returned me to my dreamless tomb.”

Debbie’s expectations deflated, and her shoulders drooped as she exhaled.

“So that is it? Year after year you wake for a single night then have to return?”

The stranger nodded, her green eyes sodden with tears, and she stepped down onto the carpet, looking apologetic.

“Year in, year out, the Mistress came to taunt me but she grew old, not as fast as she should, but I stayed young. Then one year, she wasn’t here waiting. I assumed she must have gotten bored and ventured downstairs to find the house also empty.”

“So why didn’t you escape?”

“I tried running, but an invisible force always dragged me back at dawn, no matter how far away I got. Then, after several years, she returned, too decrepit to climb the stairs. She’d taken over half of the ground floor, with the rest of the family in the other rooms and these boarded up.”

“Do you think your Mistress is the woman in 1A?”

Cautiously, she nodded. “You know her?”

“Only in passing. I avoid her as she pokes her nose into everyone’s business. Always turning up at the post boxes or rubbish bins to ask a hundred questions, digging to find something out about you, then coming back with a sharp tongue as she seems to disapprove everything anyone does. When I saw your face, looking out of my window, I thought it was her.”

The stranger seemed to shrink back to her small stature, and she wiped her eyes dry. Her hands fell away and her green gaze met Debbie’s, returning her to their hypnotic, calming dreamland as she became sexually aroused.

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13 years ago when I was 21, I met a 19-year-old woman Sarah on MeetMe. We talked there a lot, friended each other on other social media sites, and exchanged phone numbers. We texted and called each other a lot. Most of our chats were dirty with X-rated photos of ourselves. Despite being in different states and so could not meet in person, we became close friends. She maintained it despite being in relationships that all ended for many reasons. We had a Skype video chat and a few sex sessions when she briefly lived in the city I did. She stayed friends with me as I recovered in a hospital after a brain tumor was taken out, thus we could not text or chat. 11 years after we met, though, she began to not reply to my calls and texts.

I saw on her Facebook page that she had two jobs, so I assumed she was just too busy to talk, but she suddenly blocked me on all social media sites 2 1/2 years later. Without logging into FB, I saw that her profile photo is of her kissing another woman and the tagged user’s name is Bria. Having bad experiences with men in the past, she likely wanted to try dating ladies. I despite not being 100% sure blamed Bria for our friendship abruptly ending, having many bad experiences of ex-friends’ partners making them end our friendships for many reasons despite me doing nothing wrong. I shared eskişehir escort her profile on mine and said I was angry that she chose her under two-year-long relationship over our more than 12-year-long friendship and knew I nearly died. Other friends pitied me and swore to be my friend no matter what. I shared any meme I found that reminded me of us after that, put her name in the captions and the posts had similar reactions.

One day, I got a Skype call from her on my laptop. I answered it to see her and Bria in a bedroom looking mad. Sarah never blocked me on Skype as she rarely used it. I asked what they did want and they said people have messaged them on FB with screenshots of my posts humiliating Sarah, penis photos, and requests for sex chats, showing me them on their phones. I said I showed them the dirty texts and photos I had with her to show my fury at her ending our friendship. She said it was her life, her choice, which from my personality, was clearly the right one, and I should not use my near-death experience to make her look bad and others pity me. Bria said she did not want her to have online/long distance friends, I must have no real ones, and to grow up or be childish and alone forever. I said people told me that in a friendship group on FB oddly after I said gaziantep escort I could not release grudges at those that end our friendships for silly reasons until I got back at them legally. We argued for a bit, then I said I could move on in peace if I saw and recorded them having sex. They were stunned, but hesitantly agreed to it, hoping I would happily leave them alone.

They sat on the bed to lip-lock, take off each other’s shirts and bras, and feel each other’s breasts. Bria about faced to let Sarah kiss down her back and arms. Sarah got on all fours as Bria sat behind her to take off her pants and panties and kiss her big butt. I recall doing that to her while she was in that position at home. It satisfied my ass fetish. She farted. Bria pulled back, covered her nose with a hand, and waved about with the other. I laughed as it reminded me of a dirty chat we had and told Bria to kiss her ass more.

She said it smelled as I ordered her to do it. She did, then licked between Sarah’s cheeks and held them while sucking her anus. Sarah farted more. Bria groaned that the stench was awful and kissed up her back and arms. Sarah lay face-up with her knees bent and took off Bria’s pants and panties. She sat on her face to let her give her oral. They together fingered Sarah’s giresun escort pussy, which faced the camera. I wished I was giving her oral.

Bria sat on her chest, put a strap-on with a dildo on it and shoved it into her mouth as they kept fondling Sarah’s pussy, arousing me more. Bria sat on Sarah’s face facing her body as she kissed and licked her ass. Bria farted likely to get back at Sarah for farting on her. I laughed as Sarah kicked her legs, trying to push Bria, who farted more, off of her. I then told Sarah to lick down her butt crack and suck on her anus. She did as Bria bounced atop her, pinching her breasts. Bria got off of Sarah, who panted, likely from her flatulence’s smell.

Bria sat behind her and bent down so they could kiss each other’s breasts and nipples and masturbate. She moved down as they kissed each other’s stomach and sides until they were in the 69 position. She went down on Sarah, who sucked the dildo. Aroused, I thought of the texts I sent her, saying I wanted to sit on her face facing her legs or away from them as she gives me oral or be atop her in the 69 position so we could go down on each other together. If I had no erection problems, we would have done that in real life.

Bria about faced to penetrate Sarah, who orgasmed. I recalled her doing that as I was atop her fingering her and randomly kissing her lips, neck, and chin in bed. Bria and she did the same and asked if I loved what I saw. I said I did. They made me swear that I could keep this recording and Sarah’s old texts and photos, but must not share them with anyone. We bid each other farewell and ended the call.

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Love, lust and marriage part three

[This is a direct sequel to part two, if came here straight away a lot of it won’t make much sense to you. You pop back and catch up and I’ll put the kettle on and wait for you]

Two days after coming home from the hospital

I stood in my bathroom at home, naked as the day I was born, and looked at myself in the full-length mirror while I brushed my hair. I was still damp from my shower and my hair hung around my face and tickled my bare shoulders, tonight would be a good night. I would be meeting Sophie at the gallery later, she was there setting things up as it was her firm that brokered the sale. So the party was for the new owners to show off their new toy, the only problem would be the creative people that would be attending as well as the usual people you’d expect at what is essentially a trumped-up office party. Although I wouldn’t say that to Sophie!

So these creative types would be milling around making a case for why their paintings or projects ought to be showcased in the gallery, I suspect you know the kind of people I mean. They call everyone ‘darling’ and have an opinion on every inanimate object, they just love the curve of a table leg and the angle of a lamp is a nod to virtually anythingism (my own word.) So, avoiding these people would be the only bump in the road, I’m uncultured and proud. Just one final word on it, if a person did describe themselves as ‘cultured’ or comment on something as an ‘artist’ it would make me want to stab them ‘as a psychopath.’ Twats, sorry, I had a bad experience with an artist called Claude once (I shit you, not) he painted me in the nude and made me look like a character in a cartoon and he called it creative licence. Therefore, I told him to creatively go and fuck himself and, knowing what he’s like, he probably tried.

Anyway, since coming home from the hospital, I made a full recovery thanks for asking, I had been home alone. Sophie had to go to a final meeting yesterday and stopped over in a hotel, last night while on the phone I had told her in minute detail what had happened with Louise in my hospital bed. She listened to every word with one hand holding the phone and the other hand stroking like crazy, she told me that when we meet up tonight it will take all her effort to stop herself from unscrewing her vagina and throwing it at me!

Sophie and I had been dress shopping about a week ago for this event and picked out some very nice outfits; Sophie’s was a beautiful backless satin dress that was a sparkly gold colour that fastened around the back of her neck and a hemline that came to about four inches below her arse cheeks! Two thin laces wrapped around the back, which stopped the front from falling away. From behind; everything from her shoulders to the small of her back was exposed. It came with a lovely long-sleeved sheer jacket that covered her up, it was a little longer than her dress but almost totally see-through. When she had tried it on in the dress shop and let her hair loose over her back… let’s just say everyone that saw her approved.

My dress was not as glamourous as Sophie’s was, and nor should it have been as she was one of the hostesses, but it was very flirty. I decided to go for a little black dress, simple thin shoulder straps and a neckline that came to a point in-between my breasts. The hem hung around my thighs and swayed when I walked; if I needed to pick something up I’d have to remember to bend my knees because if I bent over properly everyone would get a very nice view!

I walked into the bedroom which was a symphony of pink cushions and love hearts, about as girly as you can get. My dress was laid out on the bed and it would soon be time to set off, so I sat down at my dressing table and got to work with make-up. A wet-look pink gloss for my lips and gentle blusher, light mascara and I was ready to get dressed. I slid my dress down over my body, loving that ‘new dress’ feel, and instantly felt sexier. I found my heels and suddenly felt 3 feet taller, there are few things more empowering and ego-boosting than dressing up in a sexy outfit with heels!

I picked up my jacket, I probably wouldn’t need it as it was a warm night and the gallery would probably be hot but I live in England, which means no matter how warm you think it is, at any moment you might be confronted with trademark drizzle. I went back into the bathroom and looked at myself again; I’m not going to lie to you, this girl looked hot!

I put my bag over my shoulder and started to move towards the door, I’d been having an internal conflict about something ever since I started getting ready; underwear, should I or shouldn’t I? A bra was out of the question; it would stand out too much and make my dress look daft. The real question was about panties, without them I felt sexier, but with them, I felt safer. I decided to take a chance and go without but I did stuff some in my bag just in case. Just as I made my decision, my phone pinged to tell me my car had arrived. Sophie had sent a car so I could have a drink tonight; no doubt, she wanted me to get a little elazığ escort tipsy so she could have fun with me, not that I needed alcohol for that! I took a deep breath, opened the front door, and headed to the smart black car taking care not to show off too much to the driver when I lifted my leg to get in!

I rested my head against the headrest and crossed my legs, if the driver had turned around he would’ve got a decent view of my upper thigh, however, he was a professional and never took his eyes off the road. In silence we headed to the gallery, the air was cooler in the car and my nipples gently hardened as we travelled, it wasn’t until we went over a couple of bumps that I noticed them because they grazed against my dress! By the time the journey was nearing its end, the constant friction from the bumps and the vibrations from the engine already had me on the edge! I was so caught up in it that I didn’t take as much care getting out of the car as I should have and the man opening the door for me got a great view underneath my dress!

I stood up straight and took a few gulps of the night air and stretched my back, when I was feeling a little less orgasmic I started walking towards the open door of the gallery. It was bigger than I expected. I walked through the lobby and up a small set of stairs and found myself in a large room with a high ceiling, there were temporary walls up with paintings of… things, a few sculptures and a few sections of velvet ropes around other sculptures. I was handed a dainty glass of white wine, or ‘girl petrol’ as Sophie and I referred to it. There were maybe eighty people there altogether, lots of pressed suits, short dresses, ball gowns and high heels. It was an atmosphere of gentle chatter and the sound of heels on the wooden floor, there were some sections of carpet in various places but it was mainly wood. That meant I’d be limiting myself to two glasses of wine, any more than that would lead to a serious risk of me slipping on the floor with my legs going in different directions and sliding on my vagina through the door.

As galleries go I guess it was nice, but as I looked around and smiled at the people that smiled at me I saw the one true piece of art in that place. An amazing sight of gold mixed with red gliding through the room, effortlessly beautiful she moved around the guests smiling and laughing, stopping only to glance up and look around for someone. Everything about her screamed ‘sex’ her dress seemed even shorter than I remembered, she had her back to me as I moved towards her and her flawless pale skin. I toyed with the idea of slipping my hands straight around the inside of the dress but I didn’t want to embarrass her, it was a big night after all.

She stepped away from the group she was talking with and again straightened up and looked around until she turned and saw me. Until the day I die, I’ll remember the smile that lit up her face when she saw me, it was like every pore in her skin started glowing and she walked towards me with her arms opening. When the most beautiful woman in the room looks at you like that, whether you’re a man or woman, you feel about ten feet tall (or eleven if you’re wearing heels.) She reached out and put her hands on my shoulders, looked into my eyes and spoke.

“Hey there you sexy cunt, give me a hug!” I burst out laughing and walked into her arms and put my hands on her naked back, rubbing up and down…and down until I reached the part where skin met satin. “Hey, be patient, there will be time for that later.” Despite her call for patience, I felt a little pinch on my bum!

“Are you wearing any underwear?” she asked. Her hands were on my hips and she couldn’t feel a waistband.

“Uh, nope,” I told her. “Are you?” she looked around for a moment and grabbed hold of my hand and, without warning, guided it under her dress! It was only there for a second but it was long enough to feel her naked lips under the hem!

“What happened to being patient?” I asked with a grin.

“It got boring! Come on, let’s get another drink.” She took me by the hand and led me around the gallery, it was full of those types of people I hate but there were some rather nice women here. Trophy wives in the arms of older gentlemen, always happy to show off the best bodies money can buy. It all smelled of money, fakery, and privilege.

One of the women stepped out from the crowd, she had a lovely red velvet gown on that hugged her figure perfectly. It had a low-neck line that gave a nice few of her cleavage and the hem of the gown almost touched the floor. She was a few inches taller than me but that might be due to her shoes, the heels looked like they should be difficult to walk in but, just like my Sophie, she glided like a swan on a lake. She had a pair of sparkling earrings and a necklace that looked like it was worth more than my house, and even her hair was immaculate, short brunette hair that could have been styled with a scalpel and magnifying glass. Basically, if you had to draw a picture of a rich, elegant woman in her mid-thirties, you would erzincan escort draw her.

“That’s Kelly Chambers, the new owner,” Sophie told me; she must have caught me looking. “She’s the new owner, and that,” she nodded to a man next to Kelly, “is her husband, Dominic.”

Dominic was around six feet tall, well built, with facial features that could have been sculpted from marble. He had short black hair and a suit that screamed ‘money,’ he had the look of a man who had never been told ‘no.’ I looked up at Sophie and noticed her gaze was travelling over Mr Chambers, the gentle squeezing of my hand told me that Dominic might be having a very good night. I’ll be honest, he did very little for me. Men are generally okay, but it seems the more handsome they are, the more deserving they believe themselves to be.

That’s just my experience, no man has ever made me orgasm by himself, I’ve needed Sophie there to get me over the edge. Sophie likes having sex with men more than I do, she loves feeling a man orgasm inside her body and I enjoy watching it happen. Sometimes I get involved afterwards but, wait, where did Sophie go?

While I was talking to myself, Sophie had made her way over to the couple and the three of them were laughing, Dominic seemed to like the look of Sophie judging by where his eyes were! Kelly stepped to one side and I realized the gown she was wearing had a huge split on the side, right up to her waist! I needed to have a better look; I switched into ‘pervert mode’ and walked toward her trying not to make it too obvious.

I think Sophie must have mentioned me because, for a moment, both Dominic and Kelly looked up at me, smiled and looked away again. What was Sophie saying? As I got closer I could see Kelly better, the split in her dress actually went up the side of her leg and over her hip. There was a thin black lace that joined it together to stop her flashing too much but, I was still in ‘pervert mode’ and I looked very closely and just glimpsed some delicate red and black underwear as she moved her leg.

It was getting louder in the room, a lot of people were coming and going and the conversations seemed to get louder. I overheard two men standing in front of a painting debating what it ‘really’ meant, I had a quick look and decided that it really meant the artist was either blind or having a stroke, or having a pineapple inserted into his rectum while he tried to draw a picture.

“Twats,” I said under my breath.

“I couldn’t agree more,” said Kelly. She must’ve floated towards me because I hadn’t heard a thing!

“Oh, fuck me, sorry,” I said. “Do you know them?” I gestured towards the men and hoped they weren’t her friends or something.

“Yes, the one on the left is Bob, the one on the right is my brother, Carl,” said Kelly. My heart sank and my stomach did a backflip.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean it,” I said trying to sound genuine. “I just think artists take themselves too seriously and…”

“I’m an artist,” Kelly smiled. Obviously loving my awkwardness”

“Of course you are, and I’m sure your pictures are better than that one…” Even as I said it, I sensed what she was going to say next!

“That is one of mine,” said Kelly, confirming that my sudden gut feeling was correct!

“Oh fuck me with a brick! I’m leaving now,” I started to walk away hoping a hole would open up and swallow me but she grabbed my hand and pulled me back…

“Don’t be silly,” she laughed. “I’m just teasing you!” She pulled me back to her side, hooked a glass of wine off a passing waiter’s tray, and passed it to me.

“Thanks, sorry I didn’t mean to offend you,” I said sipping at my drink. There was barely enough wine in the glasses to drown a fly but right then it was just what I needed!

“My name is Kelly, I’m the new owner,” she said with a smile. “And you must be Alice, Sophie’s wife.”

“Yes, I am, it’s nice to meet you,” I said in my special ultra-polite voice usually reserved for phone calls. “Congratulations, you look amazing.” She nodded and smiled.

“Are you congratulating me for buying this place? Or congratulating me for looking amazing?” Kelly laughed; she emitted class like no one I’ve ever known, maybe I was imagining it, but it felt like she was flirting with me.

“Both,” I told her. “That’s a very daring split in your dress.” She smiled and smoothed down her dress.

“Thank you,” said Kelly. “I have to be careful when I sit down and cross my legs, or when I go up and stairs! I don’t realise I’m showing something I shouldn’t unless I feel the fresh air in here,” she pointed downwards towards her underwear. We both laughed for a moment, I could sympathise with what she said. I was having my own problems in that department.

“I love your dress too,” said Kelly stepping back and looking me up and down. “I do love a little black dress.” I smiled at her loving the compliments she was giving me. I posed a little, bending my knees in a curtsey and slowly twirling; I was oblivious to everyone else.

“Mmm I love it,” she looked me over again. Kelly erzurum escort looked up at the clock on the wall and back at me. “Hey, there’s a special section around the back, it’s a private display but I think you’ll enjoy it, would you like to see it.” My mouth was suddenly dry despite the wine so I just nodded, she took my hand again and we walked away towards the back of the room. I turned to tell Sophie what was happening but she was nowhere to be seen, so I just allowed myself to be led. The sight of Kelly’s leg appearing and disappearing under her gown was weirdly hypnotic; when I snapped out of it and looked up again a realized we were no longer in the main room.

We were in a dark corridor; the sounds of the party faded away until it was quiet except for the sound of our heels on the floor as we walked. We went around a couple of corners and emerged into a room full of black carry-cases and empty picture frames; we stopped behind a large stack of cases. I wasn’t really thinking at this point, the wine had made me feel pleasantly numb already and I was ready to accept whatever came next. Kelly let go of my hand and peered around the stack of cases, then turned back to me with a dreamy smile.

“Come and see,” Kelly whispered. She had her back against the cases and peered around the corner, like a soldier in cover, covertly watching the enemy. I nodded and stepped forward, suddenly extremely nervous, and approached her. As I looked around the corner Kelly put her arm around my waist and stroked my arm, my eyes widened at what I saw in front of me. Sophie and Dominic had obviously had the same idea as Kelly and they were clearly enjoying their time together!

Sophie had her back against the brick wall, and I could hear a low murmuring coming from her throat. Dominic was kissing her neck and his hands were roaming all over the front of her dress. His cock had been freed from his zipper hole and Sophie held it in her hand, gently stroking it while he groped at her breasts. The whole scene was incredibly hot and I felt as if my pussy had suddenly caught fire.

“I guess your wife and my husband are getting on quite well together,” Kelly whispered in my ear. Her right cheek pressed against my left cheek and we both watched our ‘significant others’ explore each other. I guessed that this was what the three of them had been chatting about in the gallery earlier on; I knew Sophie would want me to enjoy the show and I really was! Kelly moved behind me and rested her chin on my shoulder, she wrapped her arms around my waist and we watched Dominic and Sophie while they kissed and stroked each other.

Dominic released Sophie’s breast and dropped his hand to the hem of her dress, he pulled it up and Sophie’s pussy was on display for us all to see. Even from here I could see how wet she was, her bare lips glistened and his hand glided over them. When he touched her, I could almost feel it, my body ached and trembled but I didn’t move a muscle; I just watched.

I felt Kelly shift behind me; she lifted her chin off my shoulder and delicately rested her lips against it. Her hands were on my hips and she moved them up towards my breasts, lifting my dress as she went. I felt cool air against my bum as the hem of my dress rose and Kelly kissed her way from my shoulder to my neck, she was toying with me and I loved every moment of it. I leaned back against her body and reached behind my back, I fumbled around until I felt the gap in her dress. Kelly must’ve realized what I was looking for because I felt her take hold of my wrist and guide my hand between her legs where I found the thin fabric of her underwear. Judging by the moisture seeping into the material, Kelly was just as turned on as I was. When I put a bit of pressure on her panties I felt her stiffen and push into my back, I’m sure I felt her teeth on my neck for a split second when I guided her underwear to the side and slid my middle finger along her pussy crack!

“Mmm that feels so good,” Kelly whispered, nuzzling into my neck. Dominic was grinding his hand against Sophie’s pussy and they kissed harder. Sophie lifted her knee right up to her chest to open herself up for him; he took the hint and drove his two middle fingers inside her! He didn’t pull them out straight away, he pushed them deeper and deeper making her quiver and look up to the ceiling. His other hand was on her left breast, he was roughly groping and squeezing her with no mercy. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and jammed them into her mouth, her lips closed around his fingers and he pushed them further into the back of her throat. She started to gag and cough until he eventually took them out, leaving her panting and coughing.

He quickly reached down to her pussy again and pushed three fingers inside, delighting in stretching her sweet hole. He pushed them in as far as he could, when he could go no further he pulled them out and then shoved them back in again. He got quicker and quicker, deeper and deeper; Sophie was whimpering and moaning with every thrust. She tried to look down but he pinned her back to the wall by her throat, Kelly must have enjoyed that part because her hands clamped down on my breasts and she bucked her hips against my hand. She licked at my neck and kissed my cheek hard; her fingernails were digging into my chest around my breasts causing a sweet pain that made me open my mouth and groan aloud.

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