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“We don’t have a guest bed room for you’ll just have to sleep with me tonight.” Stacy says. This is pretty much the last thing Kora wants to do. That would be SO awkward.

“That’s okay, I can sleep on the couch.” She says, politely. “I insist.”

“Okay. I’ll go get some blankets.” Stacy says. She walks into the bedroom. Kora sits down on the couch. Never has she done something so daring. Here she was at a random strangers house, sleeping on their couch. At least she was with a girl, so she wouldn’t try anything funny. Or so she thought. Kora would later realize the irony of this naïve thought. She’s already uncomfortable being there with Stacy, and half the time she doesn’t know how to respond with what she says. Kora has always been an awkward, shy person. Especially in the bedroom. She was embarrassed showing her body to Joe. Her boobs aren’t big, but they aren’t small either. But she’s always been super self conscious of them. Her boobs are size 36b. Stacy’s are probably Ds.

Stacy comes back into the room with some blankets.

“Why don’t you get yourself situated? I’ll make you some tea.” She tells her. Stacy goes into the kitchen. Initially she’ll have to drug Kora. She’ll tie her down, and tell her the drill when she wakes up. Stacy is so wet and she’s tingling with excitement. She’s always wanted someone like Kora. She wanted a girl who would need her. And Kora really needs someone. She’s going through a lot right now. Stacy takes the earl gray tea bag out of the cup and throws antalya escort bayan it in the trash. Then she takes a roofie, which she had because she was always ready if someone were to come along, and puts it in the class.

Stacy walks back into the living room with a smirk on her face.

“Thanks for all of this Stacy. I’m really sorry for causing you any trouble.” Kora says.

“It’s quite the opposite, hunnie.” Stacy says.

Kora sips her tea. “What do you mean?”

“Well Kora, I think you are going to make me a very happy woman.” Stacy says. She caresses Kora’s soft face. Kora’s face turns bright red.

“Um…. What?” Kora says. She takes a long sip of her Earl Grey to fill the silence, and finishes it.

“From the moment I saw you, I thought you were so hot. You turn me on so much Kora.” Stacy says. She moves her hands around Kora’s neck. Then she moves her lips to Kora’s. She kisses her softly, and Kora doesn’t resist. Kora’s not resisting? Stacy was sure she was going to. Maybe she didn’t even need to drug Kora. Kora doesn’t know what’s going on. She’s never liked girls in her life, but she was a supporter of the GBLT community. But some how… kissing Stacy… it seems right. Kora puts her hands on Stacy’s waist. Stacy has one hand on Kora’s jaw and the other on her leg. Stacy is so turned on by Kora’s long legs. She starts to kiss down Kora’s neck. Kora moans and goose bumps form on her arms. Stacy moves back to Kora’s mouth. But then alanya escort Kora stops. She rests her head on Stacy’s chin. Then, she closes her eyes, and passes out.

Kora opens her eyes slowly.

“Hey sleepy head.” Stacy says.

“What happened?” Kora says. She tries to sit up but something pulls her back. She tries to bring her hand to massage her aching head, but it’s tied up.

“What are you doing?” Kora asks, scared.

“Well baby, like I told you before, I really want you. And when I kissed you, you kissed back- but I don’t know, I wasn’t sure how far you would go. And if you weren’t willing to do what I wanted, I couldn’t let you get away.” Stacy says. She strokes Kora’s cheek.

“Stacy… You really don’t have to do this.” Kora says. Besides her hands being tied back behind Stacy’s bedpost, she’s actually comfortable.

“If I wasn’t willing to do… What do you mean?” Kora asks. Stacy smiles at her. She bites her lip, in a cute way.

“I want you to taste me, hunnie.” Stacy tells her.

Kora’s speechless. She’s never eaten out a girl before. And she never planned to. But at the same time… Kora is kind of turned on. She can feel herself getting a little wet.

Stacy touched herself twice while Kora was out cold, and she’s so excited she can hardly stand it. It has been a very long time since she’s been this horny. The last time was probably the first time she met Phil. They were married out of lust though, antalya escort not love. And after a few weeks, that was gone, and the only thing holding their marriage together now is sex.

“I don’t want to have to force you, babe.” Stacy says.

“You don’t have to.” Kora says. She’s embarrassed that she’s so turned on. Her face is bright red.

Stacy’s euphoric, and her smile is giant. She takes Kora’s face in her hands and kisses her. After her kiss she licks her neck. It makes Kora feel great.

Stacy puts one leg on either side of Kora, sitting on her chest. She smiles down at her. All Stacy is wearing is an old tank top. She pulls it off of herself, reveling her 38c boobs. Her nipples are sticking out, erect. Slowly she moves to where she’s sitting conformably right on top of Kora’s mouth.

Kora can already feel that she’s soaking wet. She sucks on Stacy’s clit. Her juices taste different than a guy’s. More sweet. Joe’s was bitter and salty. It tastes good, and Kora likes it a lot.

“Yeah, that’s it baby.” Stacy says and then moans.

Kora moves her tongue along Stacy’s pussy lips. She sucks in all her juices. She rolls her tongue along her clit.

“Fuck yeah!” Stacy yells. She moans loudly. “Stick your fucking tongue out!”

Kora obediently sticks out her tongue. Stacy grabs the back of Kora’s head and pulls it into her center.

“Tongue fuck me baby!” Stacy screams. She moves Kora’s head in and out of her.

“I’m Cumming!” She yells. “Yeah! YEAH!” Stacy moans loudly. She yells in ecstasy. Her hips buckle around Kora’s head. Stacy stops, and starts panting loudly. She gets off of Kora’s face and sits on her chest. Bending over, she kisses Kora, tasting her own juices on her breath.

“That was fucking amazing baby, I can’t wait till Phil meets you.”

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My best friend Dee belongs to a sorority. They were having a party tonight and she invited my new boyfriend Brian and I. Not that anybody really needed invitations to a sorority beer bash.

Brian picked me up dressed in jeans and a green shirt, looking almost exactly like he did when I first bumped into him. I would have to do something about his wardrobe. I had dressed to kill. My red mid-length skirt was slit to my waist. My black silk blouse was backless and cut to my navel in front. My braless tits bounced seductively as I moved.

Brian was speechless when he saw me. I planned on surprising him later when I revealed that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I was having way too much fun being the aggressor in our budding relationship.

I spotted Dee as soon as we got there. Dee is shorter than I am, but much more voluptuous. Although she has perfectly huge tits, her waist is relatively narrow. Her hips and ass are five pounds away from being too big. Her dark brown hair and wide, innocent brown eyes have been the undoing of many frat boys.

“Amanda!” she squealed.

We hugged, having to shout to be heard over the music. I introduced her to Brian, whom she also hugged. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, and I assumed he wasn’t used to strange women giving him hugs, let alone one this pretty. I elbowed him good naturedly to remind him that I was his date for the evening, and that I wasn’t exactly chopped liver. My cornsilk blonde hair is long and straight, which accentuates my pale blue eyes. I’m taller than Dee, standing 5′ 8″. My curves are more proportionate than hers. I have a perky C cup with a nice, round ass.

I went to get beers for Brian and I. The woman pouring drinks looked me up and down. Dee had warned me that there were a few lesbians in the sorority. She was very attractive, although a bit masculine. She was slightly taller than Brian, with dark brown hair and an angelic face. Her trim, athletic figure was clothed in jeans and a deep red shirt.

“Well, don’t you look fine tonight, honey,” She said.

“Thanks,” I replied uncomfortably. I could feel her gaze on my back as I made my way to the dance floor.

I was right about Brian’s lack of dancing skills. A number of guys tried to cut in as we danced. A couple of them were pretty hunky, and all of them had big egos. I got a kick out of turning them all down.

Hours later, and more than a few beers, I was in the mood for some dirty dancing.

“Can I use your room?” I asked after I cornered Dee. She lived in one of the house’s rooms on the second floor.

“What for…oh!” She said, blushing. “You mean right now? With Brian? While the party is going?”

“I haven’t been laid in almost a month,” I pouted. “I’m horny and I’m afraid we’ll both be too drunk to do it if I wait.”

“Okay,” she said reluctantly. “But only if you do my laundry tomorrow. I’m not going to sleep those sheets.”

“You’re the best!” I gushed, giving her a big hug. I pushed my way through the crowd and found Brian.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I shouted in his ear. “I have a surprise for you.” He looked confused, so I pressed myself up against him, grinding my hips into his and tickling his ear with my tongue. When I pulled away, I could see the fire in his eyes and knew that he had caught my meaning.

“I’ve gotta pee first,” he shouted back into my ear.

“Okay. Meet me upstairs then. It’s the second door on the right”

The noise was much more tolerable in Dee’s room. I kept the lights out and lay down on the bed. My head was spinning from the alcohol. It wasn’t long before the door opened. I saw Brian’s dark silhouette outlined by the hall light.

The bed was oriented so that my feet were facing the door. I slowly spread my legs and raised my knees. I knew Brian was getting an eyeful. The hallway light had to be shining right up my dress and on my exposed pussy. So little hair grows on my pussy that I just shave it all off, leaving nothing to the imagination. I was already wet.

“Surprise! Like what you see?” I asked seductively.

Without answering, Brian stepped into the room and closed the door. Our eyes would need a few minutes to adjust to the darkness, and I felt him fumbling at the foot of the bed.

His hands found my foot and slid up to my thigh. I felt the bed shift as he climbed on. His hands easily slid my skirt up to my waist. My hips were undulating on the blanket, begging him to touch my pussy. His touch was strong and confident without being aggressive and demanding.

Brian’s hands slid down to my inner thighs and gently pushed my legs wide and my knees high. I was fully exposed, my wet pussy wide open and waiting. His hands stroked the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, gliding from my knees down to my ass cheeks.

I was breathing raggedly, desperately wanting him to touch my slick, lower lips. Somehow Brian had taken control. I was delirious with desire.

The electric touch of his tongue on my pussy lips made me inhale sharply. A low, guttural antalya escort moan escaped from my lips. His tongue licked the outside of my pussy, avoiding the sweet, tender inner flesh. His hands slid under my hips to cup my ass cheeks.

I was wriggling and moaning uncontrollably on the bed. His tongue was driving me wild. My hands were clawing at his short hair, trying to force his face deep inside my aching pussy. He licked at the hollows between the tops of my thighs and my throbbing labia.

Finally his tongue split my pussy lips. It softly explored the sensitive inner flesh, still avoiding my throbbing clit. His lips gently nibbled on my labia, the tip of his tongue rimmed my hole. God, if I had know he was this good I would have jumped his bones on our first date!

Brian’s hands slid out from under my ass and up over my flat belly. Easily pushing aside the flimsy top, they captured my tits. While his mouth was taunting my pussy, his fingers danced across the smooth skin of my tits. His fingers brushed against the nipples, but flitted away to stroke the soft undersides.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “Please do it already! I can’t take any more.”

Without a word, his hands cupped my large tits, his fingers trapping both my nipples. As he gently pulled and tweaked them, his tongue raked my clit. With each flick of his tongue I felt my passion rising. My swollen nipples were sending currents of pleasure to my brain.

Suddenly the door opened. The noise of the party downstairs and the light from the hall spilled into the room. The room light flicked on. I heard a gasp and looked up to see Brian standing in the doorway.

My head was already spinning from the beer and sex. Confused, I looked down at my own body. The beer girl had her head buried between my legs. My blouse was pulled out and my skirt bunched obscenely around my waist. Her hands were snaked under my hips and widespread legs, and cupping my tits.

Shocked and confused, I heard the door slam shut, but didn’t actually see Brian leave. The girl never slowed her oral assault. I weakly tried to push her away. With the lights on, I could see her wide open mouth covering my pulsating pussy.

She rolled my clit between her lips and I exploded. My body shook and trembled as a powerful orgasm rocked it. Her fingers pulled and pinched my nipples as I writhed in ecstasy. Her tongue flicked the exposed tip of my clit as she held it between her lips. My hips snapped up off the bed and rockets of pleasure shot through my brain.

I had never experienced sex that was even half as intense before. My body began to drift back down to earth when she began humming directly onto my clit. Another gut wrenching orgasm ripped through me. I could hear myself distantly crying out in pleasure and moaning in delight.

Finally showing me mercy, she lifted her face from my pussy and released my aching tits. I lay there, wantonly naked and splayed open. I was dazed and weak as a kitten.

After a couple of tries, I was finally able to focus my eyes. She had shed her clothes. Her slim body was athletic yet feminine with well defined muscles. Her small tits were firm and high, with stiff, erect nipples. Any woman would have been jealous and any man would have been aroused.

All of that fled from my mind as I watched her finish strapping on a huge, rubber dildo. My eyes grew wide with surprise. The rubber cock must have been nine inches long, and molded to look like the real thing.

“No…” I gasped. “Please…”

“Oh yes,” she whispered, her face glowing with lust.

I tried to scoot away, toward the head of the bed. I closed my shaking legs. The girl easily forced my weak knees apart. Gripping my hips, she pulled me toward her. I had no strength to resist.

I felt the tip of the rubber monster touch my puffy, wet pussy lips. Slowly, inch-by-inch she pulled me onto it. My pussy was so wet and open there was no resistance. My hands weakly pushed at her, but I couldn’t even summon the strength to sit up.

I was pulled up onto her lap, fully impaled, my hips snug against hers. This was far bigger than any real cock I ever had in my pussy. I whimpered as my hips undulated uncontrollably on the giant dildo.

She took her thumb and began to gently stroke my overly sensitive clit while slowly rocking her hips. The huge dildo was moving in and out of my pussy, but only a half an inch either way. Her knowing thumb on my clit was heating me up again. With a moan I surrendered to her, throwing my head back on Dee’s pillow.

She leaned forward, shifting her weight so that she hung over me in the classic missionary position, the dildo still buried deep in my pussy. She began moving it in and out. Each stroke was faster and deeper.

It felt like the dildo was reaching up into my throat. My pussy was taut around the massive girth of it. She was slamming into me now, fucking me as hard and fast as any man ever had. I came, wailing and moaning as the rubber cock filled demre escort my pussy over and over.

As my orgasm subsided, the girl’s pace did not. My pussy was coated in so much juice that it didn’t matter. She reached down between us and flicked a hidden switch. The dildo began to vibrate.

The girl’s eyes rolled back in her head. A low moan escaped from her lips. I could see her passion rising in her reddening face. Against my will, the now vibrating dildo was driving me to yet another orgasm. She plunged it relentlessly into my wide open pussy. I could feel it vibrating against my G-spot.

We came at the same time. She groaned, her body shaking and writhing between my legs. I cried out as tremors of pleasure rocked me from head to toe. The vibrating beast kept drawing my orgasm out, far longer than any I had had before.

The girl collapsed on top of me, her tits and stiff nipples poking into my larger, soft tits. The buzzing dildo still had me writhing underneath her as she reached down and turned it off.

I could scarcely breath as she rolled off of me, pulling the now silent rubber cock from my pussy with a wet sucking sound. I lay there, not able to even close me legs, let alone cover my naked body. I sobbed with relief, pleasure and shame intertwined to create a strange new emotion.

I heard her leave, and just lay there trying to regain my strength. My mind was in shock. After fifteen minutes or so, I finally found the strength to sit up. My clothes were ruined. Numbly I stole a pair of pants from Dee’s closet and a big baggy sweatshirt. The pants were too short and loose in the waist. I didn’t care. I left the sorority house without running into anyone I knew.

* * *

I heard the knock at my door. For the last two days I hadn’t left my room. In fact I was sitting here still, dressed only in my bathrobe. After the third knock I finally decided that whoever it was wasn’t going to go away.

Dee stepped inside as soon as I opened the door. Her chestnut brown hair done up in a practical ponytail. She looked worriedly at me.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “You missed all your classes yesterday and you haven’t been answering your phone.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled. I slumped back on the couch and Dee sat next to me.

“So what’s the matter?” she asked.

“I think I might be a lesbian,” I said. That was the first time I had let myself contemplate that word in the last two days.

Dee looked shocked. “What makes you say that? You’ve slept with twice as many guys as I have. There’s no way you’re gay.”

I began to tell her what had happened that night. My voice seemed to come from somewhere else, spilling details without my asking it to. At some point I began to cry and Dee hugged my tightly as I finished.

“Martina,” Dee said, an edge of anger in her voice.

“Who?” I asked.

“Martina. That’s the girl you…met.”

“Oh.”

“She’s made a habit of seducing co-eds and other sorority sisters. I just never thought she’d stoop to rape.”

“How can it be rape if I liked it so much?” I sobbed. My tears were flowing uncontrollably. The pent up emotions of the last two days were all coming out. My doubts and fears, and the dark secret that I had really enjoyed having sex with another woman overwhelmed me.

“I suppose you’re right. Did you ever tell her no?”

“Uh…I don’t think so. By the time I knew it wasn’t Brian, I was so far gone I wanted her to finish.”

A deep numbness set in. I just sat on the couch and cried. Dee would talk and ask me questions, but it seemed like she was so far away I didn’t need to answer. After a while she gave up and switched tactics.

“Let’s get you into a shower,” Dee said. “Maybe the warm water will settle you down.”

In the bathroom she started the water and took off my robe. I just stood there, tears streaming down my face. With a worried look, Dee stripped off her clothes and pulled me into the shower with her. I stood motionless under the hot water as my best friend washed my hair. I didn’t react as she washed my body.

As some point during the shower my tears had stopped. Dee pulled me out of the shower and dried us both off. She kept up a steady patter of conversation, but I wasn’t listening. She put on a robe, but left me naked as she walked us back into the bedroom.

Even though I was dry now, my body was shivering. Dee pushed me onto the bed and under the covers. I was still shaking under the cool sheets. I felt Dee climb in with me. She snuggled up behind me and held me in her arms.

“It’s not so bad,” she said. “I don’t think you’re a lesbian anyway. I think you might be bisexual. Being seduced by a woman once doesn’t undo all the great sex you’ve had with guys.”

Her hands were rubbing my arms and brushing the hair out of my eyes. It felt very much like something my mother might do. I rolled over and hugged her tightly. My naked flesh pressed against the soft terrycloth of her robe. finike escort She kissed me lightly on the forehead and stroked my hair.

“You know, nobody got hurt,” Dee whispered in my ear. “You had sex with a woman and you liked it. That might be a bit scary at first, but there’s nothing really wrong with it.”

The warmth of her embrace and the blankets was finally relaxing me. I had stopped shivering. My mind drifted off into that twilight land of half-asleep and half-awake.

Dee gently kissed my forehead. She kissed my closed eyes and my cheeks. Her hands gently stroked my naked back, tracing lazy circle from my neck all the way down to my hips. Her lips wandered down my jawline and planted soft kisses on my earlobe.

Dreamily I rolled my head back. Dee’s lips danced down my neck, sending small, pleasant shivers through me. Her hands moved lower, brushing across my ass cheeks.

More asleep than awake, I rolled onto my back and she rolled with me. Lying against my side, Dee’s right leg was draped over mine. Her hand was momentarily trapped under my ass.

She slid her hand out from underneath me and proceeded to kiss the hollow where my neck meets my chest. One hand was stroking my forehead, the other was stroking the side of my hip.

I rolled my head back and curled my right arm around her, pulling her close. My nipples were hardening and I could feel a familiar moisture building in my pussy. It all felt very right and natural to my foggy consciousness. It was not Dee doing these delicious things to me but some formless dream lover.

Dee’s hand move across my firm stomach, still tracing lazy circles. Her lips continued their feathery wandering down my chest. Her hand came to rest on my ribs, the edge of her fingers brushing the underside of my left tit. Her lips were kissing the deep cleft between my tits, her soft cheeks caressing the smooth flesh of my cleavage.

Her hand and mouth moved simultaneously. The hand cupping one large tit and her mouth capturing the stiff nipple of the other. I arched my back in pleasure, a low purr of contentment rumbling in my throat.

Dee’s hand and mouth gently and softly played with my tits. My hands were stroking her hair and shoulders as I slowly undulated beneath her. I was drifting back from dreamland to reality. The burning desire in my groin was dispelling my drowsiness. Dee rolled the rest of the way on top of me, straddling my hips while her mouth and hands played with my tits.

“Dee…” I murmured. “I…I’m not sure about this.”

She sat up, still straddling my hips. I suddenly felt naked under her wanton gaze. She stripped her open terrycloth robe off and tossed to the floor. Although I had seen her naked before, in fact I had just taken a shower with her, I had never really looked at her.

Dee’s tits were magnificent. They were far larger than mine, but still round and firm. Her nipples were equally large, with wide areolas. Her narrow waist was soft and feminine, not as muscular as mine. The skin of her thighs and ass were soft and warm on my hips. I could feel the wet heat of her pussy pressing into my stomach.

“Just let it happen,” Dee whispered. “I doesn’t have to be like before. It can be so much better.”

She bent over and ever so gently placed her lips on mine. Her stiff nipples brushed against the sensitive flesh of my tits. She carefully licked my closed lips and rained soft kisses on them.

A fragile barrier inside my mind shattered. I opened my mouth to accept her darting tongue. My arms curled around her naked back and I pressed her body full against mine.

We kissed for many minutes. My hands wandering across her naked back and explored the smooth expanse of her ass. Her hands caressed my face and hair.

Ever so gently, Dee broke our kiss. She slid down my body, her lips and tongue licking and kissing their way down to my chest. Her hands stroked the sensitive undersides of my tits while her lips and tongue licked and sucked on my nipples.

My body writhed underneath hers and a soft whimper escaped from my mouth. I wanted to spread my legs and wrap them around her, but Dee had them trapped between her own legs.

Dee’s mouth on my nipples was driving me wild. She teased the swollen nubs with her lips, swirling her tongue all around them. She gently pulled on them between her teeth until the distended flesh popped free.

I was delirious with need when she finally began to lick her way down my stomach. With her chin rest just above my hairless pussy lips, Dee finally released my legs. They flew wide open, seemingly with a mind of their own. My pussy wasn’t just damp, it was dripping.

Dee began to kiss and stroke my inner thighs. Her soft cheek would brush against my aching pussy, but she passed it by to kiss and stroke the other thigh. I was frantically wriggling and humping my hips trying to get her mouth where I wanted it most.

Then Dee’s face pulled away. Her hands gently held my thighs wide open. I could feel her warm breath on my pleading pussy lips. I whimpered wordlessly, trying to hunch my pussy closer to her mouth.

“You have a beautiful pussy,” Dee whispered throatily. “I want to lick you all over until you scream.”

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Do it. Please lick me now. I need to feel your mouth on me.”

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Our weekly dates continued. Our touchy flirting continued. Our unspoken undercurrent continued. Our friendship grew stronger still. In eight months, Brianna had become the most important person in my life. She knew me as well as Tye, if not better.

For Christmas, I put more time and thought into her gift, than my husband’s. Her gift to me, a silver heart necklace that I’d once mentioned to her, made my eyes water. I’d shown it to Tye three times in two months, yet he didn’t even recognize it when he saw it around my neck. He bought me several nice, thoughtful gifts, but Brianna’s meant more. It was a treasure.

In January, Patrick had to travel for a week-long work trip. Brianna hated being alone during his trips and usually stayed at her parents’ house. But her mom had caught the flu, eliminating that possibility. She’d have to stay home. Patrick had suggested having a friend stay overnight with her. Of course, I was the one she invited. I could only come on Friday and Saturday night. Patrick would return on Sunday. Tye agreed, but asked that I take the kids, who played well with Brianna’s kids.

We were both giddy with excitement all week, looking forward to so much alone time. On Friday night, we let the kids stay up late playing while we did our nails and chatted. When the kids went to bed at around 11:00, we settled on the couch to watch a movie.

“I want some wine,” Brianna said as the opening scene of Black Swan began.

Captivated by the twirling ballerina feet and the dramatic entrance of some guy in dressed in black, I mumbled a reply. “Oh, yeah, me too.”

She came back with a bottle and two glasses. The movie was very compelling and we didn’t talk much as it moved along. It was not so much a ballet movie, as I’d expected. It was dark and psychological. We just sipped and watched, sitting next to each other on the larger couch.

The scene came where the main character is receiving oral sex from another girl. Brianna and I sat frozen on the couch.

When antalya escort it ended, I was desperate to break the hold that the movie had on us and return things to the fun girly time we’d been having before. I looked at the bottle of wine, realized we’d drank most of it and realized that I was definitely feeling it.

“Hey Brianna.”

“Yeah?”

“How often does Patrick go down on you?”

She smiled at me and sat up, letting me know that I’d picked the perfect distraction.

“He tries to a lot, but I usually stop him. He picks the wrong time, like, every time. How about Tye?”

“Hardly ever. He’s only done it like twice… ever.”

“Are you serious?!”

“I don’t even think about it,” I shrugged.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Kind of. He wasn’t very good, I think. Is Patrick good?”

Our speech was slurring a little and our inhibition was weak as we walked to the kitchen to open another bottle of wine.

“Sometimes. It depends on how patient he is. When he rushes it, it’s not very good. But sometimes, he moves too slow and it can be frustrating. It would be really good if he could read my mind.”

“Like, he just doesn’t understand what women actually feel?”

“Well, of course not, he’s a guy!” We both laughed, not noticing how much we were over-laughing. “I guess that’s probably it, he’s just a guy.”

“Do you every wonder…?”

“What?”

“What it would be like with a girl?”

“Have you?”

I shrugged and smiled, daring her to answer first. She obliged.

“Maybe,” she said, smiling shyly, “especially now since we’re talking about it.”

I smiled back as we stared at each other, wondering what the other was thinking. The movie was forgotten (thankfully). I drank the rest of my glass and accepted a glass of the new bottle.

“Let’s go turn something else on,” she said.

I wasn’t sure what exactly she meant. The slowing of the wine prevented a clever response akseki escort from me. My mind was left grasping as we left the kitchen.

We were in too good of a mood to enjoy such a dark movie as what we’d been watching. Personally, I was now in a mood to forget the TV altogether, but Brianna picked up the remote. I set aside disappointment and decided to simply enjoy our time. We both finished our glasses as she flipped channels, finally landing on Family Feud. I poured myself another and refilled hers. As I was about to lean back, I felt her hand on my back.

“Come sit with me?”

We’d been sitting sideways on opposite ends of the couch. Now, she had one foot up on it and the other leg hanging off with her legs open in an awkwardly casual way. I’d never known wine to affect sitting style, but maybe it was. Anyway, I took the opportunity as it presented itself, laying between her thighs. The fabric of her pajamas was soft and I got comfortable easily, resting my head on her stomach. Having settled in, I realized it was exactly where I wanted to be. My heart exhaled and I was content. We laughed through Family Feud and each managed to sip through another glass of wine.

“Are you tired?” I asked.

“No. Tired of the couch, though.” she replied.

With that, we stood, me first. I wobbled a little and her hand grabbed mine. She used it to pull herself up. We both laughed. We were definitely a little drunk–which was fine with me. As our laughing slowed, we were still holding hands. I stepped toward her without really meaning to and her loose hand went around me. Before we knew, we were hugging face-to-face and looking into each other’s eyes.

I kissed her.

It was slow and soft, just like my daydreams, just like she’d said she wanted. She was kissing me back, clearly enjoying it, just beginning to dart her tongue timidly forward. I opened my mouth to let her in. It was a long, full kiss that felt perfect, but then aksu escort she stopped. We went back to face-to-face, forehead to forehead.

I hadn’t been aroused before we’d kissed. It only happened because I’d wanted to show her my love. But, having stopped kissing, I could feel the changes between my legs. It was starting to throb lightly and I could feel a subtle heaviness as warm blood filling the area. There was that slight touch of moisture, which could stay for hours if I wanted it to, even to the point that it could tickling my outer lips, secretly there for only me to enjoy. There was that little tenseness just beneath my waist, deep inside and the warm sensation starting its slow spread, which I loved so much. Oh, how I loved being turned on. It was just the starting moments, but I hoped to keep it going all night. I wondered if I would have help. I wondered about a possible climax.

“I can’t do this,” Brianna said. They were the last words I expected to hear and my heart sank in a way I could never describe.

Brianna’s eyes looked past me and I remembered the framed photo behind me. It was her and Patrick in the exact embrace her and I were in at this moment: face-to-face, madly in love.

“You want to, though, right”

“Yeah,” she admitted, “I’ve wanted to.”

“Patrick’s always wanting to try new things,” I offered gently, “Do you think he’d flip out?”

She didn’t answer for a few moments.

“I’m not trying to pressure you,” I said, giving my best encouraging smile.

“I know. You’re fine. It’s just a really good question. I don’t know. Even if I thought so doesn’t mean I can do this now. It’s a good question though.”

She had a thoughtful look on her face. We were swaying gently back and forth, something that had started without any intention. My arms were around her waist and hers were around my neck. I let my hand drift down and squeeze her bottom, just a playful, love-ya squeeze. She smiled.

“I can’t think straight. The wine has really kicked in!” she said with a laugh.

“To bed then?”

“To bed.”

In the hallway, walking behind my friend, I debated if I should let my turn-fade. Yet, even as I did so, I couldn’t help lightly touching my nipples through my shirt. Fuck. This turn-on was going no where.

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Image is everything.

***

It was a roller coaster ride. By her teen years, Tiffany had been featured on several singing shows for her voice and wholesome appeal. When she was 19, she got her first record deal. Things only got brighter from there.

Tiffany became America’s good girl. Perfect in every way. Attractive, smart, talented, and she can even be funny too.

But when she reached her late 20’s, her popularity had begun to fade. New pop stars were abundant. Younger girls, prettier, and worse– they were cooler.

It wasn’t that Tiffany had become any less talented, or less charming. That couldn’t be further from the truth. The market gets what it wants. Sex sells. And Tiffany’s wholesome appeal just got boring for much of her fanbase.

She had a plan though. Not to diminish her wholesome appeal or betray her values. Not to strip off her clothes and dance obscenely. Nor was it to sing about sex and random hook-ups.

She intended to show that good girls weren’t out of the running just yet.

***

In a private downtown studio, Tiffany played the last set of tracks for her new album, Paradise, to the head of the record label.

“I like it,” Richard said confidently after the final song ended. “It’s a little different than your last stuff. But it’s still you. It has all your trademarks.”

Tiffany nodded, unsurprised. “Thank you. It turned out well.”

“It did. It could also use a little more polish and another round of sound mixing. Overall, it’s good stuff. There’s a lot we can do with this, marketing-wise.”

“That’s the plan,” she agreed. “I’m hoping to mature my image without being overly sexy. Something edgy, without being classless.”

“We have to be careful with that.”

“Why?”

“The female pop scene is over-saturated right now,” Richard explained. “If you go halfway in this direction, you’ll be drowned by sex symbols and all the new talent that’s out there.”

“I don’t want to compromise on the direction of my career.”

He gave a slow nod. “I respect that. Like I said, it could be a tough road. Your new music is good. But there’s plenty of similar music that’s laced with sex appeal. Your music is basically sex without any sex.”

“It’s called normal music,” she quipped.

“Fair enough. Any ideas on a lead single?”

“A few,” she replied. “I’ll have to discuss it with my management.”

“Go with Masquerade. That’ll be your lead. The music video could feature a number of tantalizing costumes and designs. It’ll have a modern, hip vibe to it without compromising your wholesome image. Sassy without the trash.”

There was pure confidence exuded from Richard’s voice. This was a man who knew what he was talking about. The idea clicked something in Tiffany’s brain and she gave him an approving look.

“You’re the best,” she smiled.

Richard remained in business mode. “I know. Your re-invention idea is good. The new music is solid. Your image needs to be managed very carefully though. We’ll have to spend a few bucks on the music video so it’ll get people talking. I want it to be a massive hit on youtube.”

“The last director I worked with should be up for this.”

“We’ll need more than a good director,” he said, thinking out loud. “This is about costumes, costumes, and costumes. I want something with flash and style. Something that’ll get substantial views.”

“Anyone in mind?”

Richard thought long and hard. “There was a woman who used to work for me. Talented. Really talented at this sort of thing. I may not have spoken to her in a few years, but I’m sure she’ll do me this favor.”

“Any personal animosity there?” Tiffany inquired.

“None. She just got sick of the music industry and left. When it comes to the actual work, she’s Wonder Woman.”

Tiffany liked the sound of that. “If she’s good enough for you, she’s good enough for me. Give her a call. Let’s make a great video.”

“Another thing,” he said, almost as a word of caution.

“Yes?”

“If she agrees to do this, I have to say, her methods can be a little unconventional.”

Tiffany brushed it off. “I’ve dealt with some of the most abrasive, demanding people that you can ever imagine. It doesn’t scare me. I’m a hard worker. You know that.”

“She’s not abrasive. She’s not demanding either. This woman is a complete sweetheart.”

“Then what’s the issue? Is she the artsy type?”

“In a way, yes,” Richard replied. “Do you have an open mind?”

“Of course.”

“Then there shouldn’t be any problems. I’ll make the call and try to get a hold of her.”

***

In many ways, Tiffany was a classic exhibitionist. She craved attention and the feeling of being adored. If she wasn’t the center of attention, something didn’t feel right. It had to be her.

Dancing and singing on stage gave her a powerful, titillating thrill. The kind of feeling that couldn’t be replicated with any drug or serum. It was this desire, along with her talent and work ethic, that drove her to stardom.

Her escort antalya biggest sexual fantasy was real exhibitionism. Allowing people to see the real her, exposed, underneath the clothes and covers. Of course, she’d never allow that to happen. Her ‘good girl’ image was more important to her than some cheap moment of gratification.

But even good girls are allowed to have naughty fantasies, right?

***

It was nearly two weeks until the meeting was finalized. Now, she was going to meet MJ, the woman she had heard so much about.

The meeting took place at a small dance studio used for rehearsals. It was going to be empty except for them. That was MJ’s idea.

Tiffany showed up to the dance studio wearing casual leggings, a loose top, and a scarf for style. MJ was waiting there, and Tiffany had to do a double take. This person was totally different than what she had expected. Tiffany expected another record label personnel. A bureaucrat of sorts. Hard nosed and strict.

Instead, there stood MJ texting on her phone. What a natural beauty too. Long, dark red hair. Fair skin. Red lipstick. A sleek body. A dancer’s body. And heels which left her toes exposed. There would certainly be no dancing today; not in those heels, at least.

This exotic redhead woman must have been in her mid 30’s, Tiffany estimated.

They made eye contact with each other and MJ put her phone away. It was nothing but smiles at that point as they greeted each other warmly. Small talk was made and a few normal pleasantries were exchanged.

“What does MJ stand for, anyway?” Tiffany later asked.

“Look at my hair and take a guess.”

Tiffany drew a blank. “I have absolutely no clue, sorry.”

“MaryJane. As in Spider-Man’s girlfriend.”

“Ah, I used to be addicted to that cartoon when I was young.”

MJ smiled, “Same here. Other kids used to accuse me of dying my hair so fiery red because of my first name, so I shortened my name to MJ so people would stop making Spider-Man references. Plus, it’s more unique.”

“It’s a super cute name.”

There was a short moment of awkward silence between them, and it must have been a few seconds where they just smiled at each other.

“I heard a few snippets of your music,” MJ said. “Well done. Brilliant work by the producers and yourself. I’m sure Paradise is going to be an amazing hit.”

Tiffany felt pride over this. “Thanks so much. I work really hard to create quality music.”

“Good, because we’re going to work really hard this week on your new image, and your upcoming video.”

“What exactly did you used to do for Richard?” the pop singer asked politely. “I never got a straight answer about that.”

“I did a little of this. A little of that. I started as an intern for the label right after college. From there I had various jobs, ranging from dance choreography, design, imaging, and things like that.”

“A talented renaissance woman. I like that.”

MJ winked. “Art is art. I do my best.”

“My philosophy exactly. We’re going to get along just fine.”

“I know. I’ve been following your career these past few years and I feel that we have a similar style. I think you’re going to be pleased with some of the ideas I’ve conjuring up for you.”

“I look forward to it,” Tiffany beamed, then using her hands to gesture to MJ’s stellar appearance. “You certainly look knowledgeable about style. Are you still in the entertainment industry?”

“High Heels, Red Lipstick.”

“Pardon?”

“That’s the business I work for now,” MJ explained. “Part of my new job is looking and feeling amazing. Then extending that same feeling to other women, so they can be at their very best.”

“Oh, I’ve never heard of it. What industry is that for?”

“For all industries. A few weeks ago, I worked with a renowned painter, helping her find inspiration. Before that, I worked with a female CEO. She was stressed for various reasons, and I helped relieve her, giving her a clear mind to focus properly.”

Tiffany nodded. “Interesting. And how did you do that?”

“Our company has special techniques for each situation. And I can assure you, each situation calls for different solutions.”

There was a playful innuendo in MJ’s voice, accompanied with a sparkle in her eyes and a pursing of her lips. It was something which made Tiffany believe the innuendo was sexual, which it most likely was.

“I’m sure it’ll be a fun process,” Tiffany said with a slight tenseness, as her good girl image had felt challenged in some way.

“Let’s go have lunch and get to know each other a little more. That’ll help me get a better feel for your personality.”

The cafe they chose was small, refined and private. Not at all the type of place you’d expect to go when discussing business. They ordered light entrees and coffee. There, they clicked and really got to know each other on a more personal level. Picking each other’s brains and learning each other’s thoughts. The tension in the belek escort atmosphere seemed to grow with every passing moment.

Ideas began flowing, and they ordered more coffee to keep their minds stimulated. The Masquerade choreography was beginning to emerge, the next idea being more amazing than the last. It was supposed to be for business, but like all personal relationships, things just happen and a closeness emerged.

***

It was all the information MJ had needed. Her mind began racing, planning a solid game plan to revamp TIffany’s waning career.

MJ’s life wasn’t all work though. She spent time with all her hipster, city friends. She also spent time with her conservative, elderly parents. It was all part of living a balanced life. A woman with an open mind.

It was that mindset and raw passion for life that allowed her to create. Once she’d found her stride, she burst with creative thoughts, turning her downtown studio laboratory into an art room. Blank canvases stood on racks. Sketch boards were sprawled across the floor. A variety of fabrics and materials were arranged on the couch.

It was all part of the creative process as she drew on the canvases, sketched designs on the boards, and used the fabrics to create prototypes outfits that were destined to catch the viewer’s eye.

MJ was pleased with her work after a few days. It had been a while since she worked with anyone in the music industry, and she relished the opportunity. This was her passion. The fact that she really liked Tiffany’s music and personality was a massive bonus.

MJ celebrated her small accomplishment by accepting an invitation from a friend to go out. They had a late night meal of Indian food and they caught up with each other’s lives.

“Life is crazy,” MJ opined, devouring another bite of naan and curry. “Last weekend sucked. Now, I couldn’t be happier.”

“Screw bad luck. And screw our diets, at least for tonight,” her friend said, holding up a beverage.

“I’ll toast to that.”

They made a toast with their mango yogurt drinks and then gulped it all down. A perfect way to spend the night.

***

MJ didn’t bother to tidy up her studio apartment. Not even when a famous pop star was about to visit her place. After all, she was an artist. Artists are allowed to be messy, right?

She didn’t put a lot of effort into her appearance either, since after all, this was her living space. She remained barefoot and kept her face makeup-free. No red lipstick today, but that’s fine, a girl can’t be expected to look glamorous all the time.

As usual, Tiffany showed up fashionably late to the apartment, dressed in casual clothes and big sunglasses to hide from the paparazzi. The pop singer profusely apologized for the tardiness, then turned her attention towards the sassy apartment.

“I’m so jealous,” Tiffany expressed, pulling the sunglasses off and removing her shoes to enter. “This place is awesome.”

MJ arched an eyebrow. “You think this is awesome? Let me show you the living room.”

They went over to the living room where all the concepts and designs were spread around. It was like a mini art gallery. Costume designs, models of masquerade masks, and potential fabric colors were all on display.

MJ briefly explained each concept in a way that anyone could understand. Not only did she have a gift for art, but she also had a gift for speaking. Each idea was carefully conveyed and thoughtfully shown.

“There you have it,” MJ said, like it was a slam dunk. “My concepts for Paradise, and the layout for the music video, Masquerade.”

Tiffany looked in awe at the pictures, layouts, and presentation. It was like she hadn’t been expecting anything remotely close to this.

“I’m blown away.”

MJ gave a knowing smile. “Wonderful.”

“Seriously, wow! This is exactly what I wanted. It’s hip, stylish, and cool. Most importantly, it’s not raunchy in any way. It’s totally tasteful and classy. I love it! I really love what you’ve done.”

“Thank you,” MJ replied. “My style has always been to accentuate the female form, which is the most beautiful thing on the planet.”

“Can we still retain your services for the future?” Tiffany inquired. “I want you on set for the music video and promotional shoots.”

“I wish I could, but I’m booked after this. I have a few clients, some are from other cities.”

“We’ll pay you more,” Tiffany asserted. “A lot more. You can always reschedule your other appointments.”

MJ gave an amused look. “Have you not learned anything about me?”

“What do you mean?”

“It means, the money is nice, but not my sole motivation. I left the music industry for a reason. It’s filled with shallow people. I find my current work to be far more fulfilling.”

Tiffany fought her disappointment. “I’ll have to commend you for that.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I had a blast making these for you. But my time is better suited in the real world, instead of a music döşemealtı escort video set.”

Tiffany wanted to say, ‘Fuck the real world. I’ll pay you triple what they’re offering,’ but resisted the urge.

“We have a few more days together, right?” Tiffany asked.

“Correct.”

“Then I intend to take full advantage of that. I want to pick your brain even further. You’ll be paid extra, I promise.”

MJ smiled, “Like I said, money isn’t my sole motivator, but it’s nice of you. And yes, I’d love to continue lending my services to you.”

“How about right now?”

“I’m already helping you now,” MJ pointed out. “The designs are yours.”

“I don’t mean your artwork. Teach me your tricks. Show me all your techniques.”

A sly expression grew on MJ’s face. “Be careful what you wish for.”

“And why is that?”

“Remember, I work for Red Lipstick now, and we have an array of techniques for situations like these.”

Tiffany’s eyes grew hungry. “Show me. I’m curious.”

Their eyes locked, with sexual tension pulsing between them with a playful teasing edge.

“My techniques are based on experience and years of training. It’s not for everyone, but my methods are tried, tested, and true.”

Tiffany pursed her lips. “I’m a durable girl.”

“You’ve been warned,” MJ winked. “Let’s get started. You want to grab people’s attention while remaining classy about it? In my humble opinion, you’ll need the confidence of a goddess. Do you catch my drift?”

Tiffany nodded. “Absolutely.”

“No offense, but I can tell you haven’t had a strong orgasm in a while,” MJ casually stated. “And you don’t masturbate nearly enough.”

Tiffany blushed. “What can I say? I’m busy.”

“That’s no excuse. All humans are sexual beings. And what’s a greater form of confidence than being completely secure in your own skin?”

Tiffany crinkled her nose. “What are you suggesting?”

“It’s unorthodox, if you’re seeking the Red Lipstick route. Here, take my hand. Let me show you something.”

Eager to dive right into this little game, the pop singer held MJ’s hand and was led over to the balcony, where they enjoyed the open air, cool breeze, and a gorgeous view of the downtown area.

“The world is filled with people too afraid of chasing dreams,” MJ reflected. “There’s nothing wrong with that. Life can be scary, and it’s perfectly okay to seek normalcy and certainty. Not you though. You like challenges.”

Tiffany agreed, “I’ve always been a risk taker.”

“Then tell me your most taboo sexual fantasy.”

The question had caught Tiffany completely off-guard. A seemingly innocent conversation had taken a strange turn.

“Seriously?”

“Yes,” MJ said with a soft sternness. “And don’t bullshit me either. I want the good stuff.”

“Is this really part of the process?”

There was a look of subtle surprise on Tiffany’s face, which was met with a look of confidence by MJ. The pop singer definitely wasn’t ready for anything like this, but seemed up for the task.

“You asked for this method,” MJ said, almost as a taunt. “If you’d like, we can go back inside to study the sketches again.”

That wasn’t an option. Not for a strong-willed woman like Tiffany who was looking to push herself for the sake of a successful career.

Tiffany took a deep breath, then dove into her explanation. “My most taboo sexual fantasy would have to be exhibitionism. Not just flashing here or there. I mean, real exhibitionism.”

“Then why don’t you join your fellow pop divas and get naked for magazine covers?” MJ asked tauntingly.

“Because I’m far too modest with showing skin. Plus, I have strong family values. This is just a fantasy from my sexual side.”

MJ nodded attentively. “What do you wish could happen in your fantasy?”

There was a long pause. Tiffany looked outward to the view of the city and collected her thoughts for the answer.

“If I’m honest here, I really get-off on the idea of being naked on a stage. Sometimes, I’ll fantasize that I’m a stripper or something. I’ll wear a pink wig so no one will notice me. Then I’ll get up there, dance to club music, do the pole thing. Then, piece by piece, my clothes start coming off. Before I know it, I’m naked, for only that audience to see.”

MJ gave an inquisitive look. “There’s got to be more. What else are you hiding from me?”

“Ever watch that movie Birdman?”

“Sure.”

“I sometimes fantasize that I’m part of a stage play. The role requires sex in front of the audience. Me being the method actress that I am, I actually do it underneath the covers. Then the covers get pulled, and there I am, naked, having sex for the audience to see. I briefly cover my breasts, but then I don’t. I’m enjoying myself getting fucked or whatever, while the classy audience just watches, and sometimes applauds.”

“Sounds salacious,” MJ noted.

“It is. I like the idea of my naked body being admired and lusted after.”

“You have a beautiful body.”

Tiffany lightly blushed. “Thanks.”

“Tell me, in your exhibitionist fantasies, can you ever see the audience?”

“Sure, mostly just random faces I conjure up.”

“Are they men or women?”

Tiffany pursed her lips briefly. “Depends. Usually mixed.”

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

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Sir Francis was pleased.

‘You played your part magnificently. You obtained that list, and it is invaluable. We shall give out that the source of our information was one of my agents, but we shall not reveal your name. But you have deserved well.’

‘So, shall I get what I need before I return at the end of the month? Shall England agree to work with us against the Catholics? After all, if you execute Mary, they may decide to invade you, and then you will need an ally to take the pressure off you. So, Sir Francis, will I get that alliance?’

‘It will need arranging with My Lord Burleigh, but not even that ditherer can be in doubt as a result of what you have uncovered. If, as we shall have to, we execute the Scots Queen we will face real danger, and if you can arrange things so that, should we need it, there is some attack on the Habsburgs, that would be of material advantage.’

‘That, can be arranged, especially if I can tell my Master you would welcome a trade mission.’ I had no intention of not striking while the iron was red hot.

‘You shall have that, too Rahab. It is a shame we cannot keep you here as ambassador, but I am told your Sultan needs you back in Istanbul.’

‘Yes, Sir Francis, he does, and though my heart is here, it is also with him.’

‘With him, or with the Empire, Rahab?’

‘With the Empire. We stand at a cross-roads. My Master, should he survive, is the man to restore the Empire’s vigour, but there are many forces which press for an easy and luxurious life. Should we go that way, then within a century or two, I would not answer for the future of the Ottomans.’

‘Hah! Like the Catholic Pope, you take a long view, Lady?’

‘It seems to me, Sir Francis, that the view that in the long run we are all dead, and therefore all that matters is the short-term, is no policy for an Empire. Men like quick satisfaction with instant results; women are in less of a hurry. We look to the fate of our children’s children.’

He looked at me, curiously.

‘You are the strangest creature I ever did meet. You have the body of a girl, but the spirit of a man. Goodness me, I would that I had you as a collaborator, what things we could do together.’

‘Well, Sir Francis, I am going, God willing, to be around for a while yet and as long as England holds fast against the Catholics, she can rely on me to keep the Ottomans true. The Padishah is not recalling me to offer me a perfumed garden and retirement.’

‘I should hope not, my dear.’

I liked Sir Francis.

And so it was as he had said.

Bess agreed that English policy in the Middle Sea should be to support the Ottomans, and she was, she said, happy to receive a larger, more formal Mission to consider trade and diplomacy. My own Mission was crowned with success. The sadness was that it set a term to my time in England.

When I told Lady Emma, her usually sunny nature grew shadowed.

‘I knew it would come, my Lady, but I had hoped to have more of you.’

Her pale blue eyes filled with tears. I looked at her. She was magnificent. The low-cut gowns fashionable at Court suited her. The bare shoulders allowed her long blonde hair to fall in ringlets around them while show-casing her swelling bosom, which heaved as she breathed deeply to contain her sorrow.

‘Emm, I have so enjoyed your company. I love that you play the part of a beautiful but dim slut – but you are far from that.’

I antalya escort loved the way the colour came to her breasts and face.

‘I am confused, I don’t know what you mean, I am sure,’ she giggled.

We both laughed.

As the time came closer for my departure, the hours I spent with Bess were more and more precious. The Winter Queen had touched my heart, but Bess had captured it. There was a sweetness about our loving, made all the sharper by its fixed duration. Towards the end, we spent every night together.

‘You are the two things I cannot have, my Pixie,’ she said, as we lay together, me cuddling up to her, as she stroked my hair; her heart beat faster, ‘a lover and a child. You love me as both, I feel it.’

I admitted the truth of what she said.

I leaned into her, kissing her, my mouth sucking her bottom lip. She pushed me onto my back, putting her weight on me, propping herself up on her elbows, looking into my eyes. I looked deeply into hers.

‘I love you, Bess,’ I said.

‘I love you too, my little Pixie.’

She pushed her thigh between mine, pressing onto my sex, which I rubbed hard against her, loving the feeling the friction gave me. Manipulating my body to where she needed it to be, she pushed her wet sex into mine. Her prominent bud teased the entrance to my sealed kitty. The sensation stimulated my wetness. As she pushed, it was almost as though she was taking me with her bud. Her wetness mingled with mine, my smoothness rubbed into by her hair. I moaned, gasping for breath as she redoubled her efforts, pressing into me, her bud making me tingle there.

As she pressed and rubbed, my mouth found her nipples, first the right, then the left, I kissed, licked and then sucked them, redoubling my efforts to rub against her. It was harder and harder to breathe, I felt as though I would explode. She pressed more, and I moaned louder.

‘Does my little Pixie like me taking her?’

All I could do was to grunt and moan my assent.

‘Yes, I am yours!’ I moaned.

Then, suddenly, I felt warm and wet, she was climaxing, rubbing into me; I climaxed too.

To be taken thus, by the most powerful woman in the world had its own erotic charge. Bess had a charisma and a power which, on an everyday basis she employed as Queen, but when applied to the bed-chamber, it was equally effective, if not more so, as it was applied just to me.

She was correct, as she usually was. I was her lover, I wanted to be with her as her erotic playmate, and would do anything she wanted. But she aroused other instincts in me. I also saw her as a maternal figure. I loved it when she took me to her breast. I had a mother, so it was not that I wanted her to be that, quite, but the age difference added a frisson to our relationship. After climaxing, she would often pull me to her breast, where I would nuzzle and suck. I seemed to satisfy the maternal need that affairs of State had never allowed her to fulfil, while she was my step-mother, one to whose bed I could return for comfort.

Even as I attempt to set it down, I am conscious that to others it will seem incomprehensible, and perhaps perverse, but with one sole exception, it was the purest love I have ever known. It is a rash woman who says what History will say of a great woman, but Bess will, I think, echo down the ages. But while History will record her deeds and her greatness, muratpaşa escort how can it record her needs and her wants, or the pleasures she sought and gave? But should this ever be read, then perhaps one day, that account can be redressed. She was a great Queen, but she was a greater woman. I doubt there will ever be one to match her.

Our morning parting was always such sweet sorrow, and with each day my departure drew nearer, the sharper the pain. But the pleasure was also sharpened. Human nature is strange.

As I walked back to my chamber in the early hours, I heard noises from Emm’s room. It was early for her to be awake. I stopped.

‘So, I am Lady Flora, and you are Emm, the maid, is that right?’

‘Yes, Miss Flora, I am just a lowly maid.’

‘You look more like a cow to me, Emm, you strumpet, those big tits on show. Squeeze them for me!’

Emm was being used by her maid again. It was a peculiarity of hers that, being high born, she liked her maid to change places with her and use her as a low whore.

‘Yes Miss,’ I heard Emm gasp. She was clearly playing with her nipples. I knew that sound.

‘My arse needs cleaning, whore, do it, now!’

Goodness me, I was suddenly wet again. Seized by the impulse, I opened the door.

There was Emm, on her knees, behind her maid, her face buried in her backside.

‘Lady Rahab,’ Flora said, ‘do stay and watch that whore clean me. Would you like to join her?’

The erotic thrill of seeing the gorgeous Lady Emm naked, on her knees behind her maid, licking her backside, was intense. There was a time when the invitation from the maid, Flora, to join in would have had me on my knees, submitting; but that time was no more.

‘Thank you, but I’m content to watch!’

Emm blushed, but clearly loved the idea, as she redoubled her efforts; Flora had no strong opinion. Emm loved the humiliation of being used by her maid, who peppered her comments with insults, which Emm loved.

‘You slut, you whore, you dirty bitch. Licking your maid’s arse, you are such a dirty girl.’

Emm licked frantically, rubbing herself as she did so. Flora was doing the same. She had very large breasts, even larger than Emm’s, as she leant forward, pleasuring herself, they swayed from side to side in a most mesmerising fashion. Emm’s breath became more ragged, as did Flora’s.

But I was the lover of the Great Queen. Her juice had dried on my lips. I had just come from her bed. There seemed something almost treasonable about taking another lover. It was more than that though.

Love and lust, I thought, as I watched Emm and Flora, were more sharply differentiated than I had imagined when I first began to have sexual feelings. I thought back, to Calliope, the mother of the Sultan, who was my first great passion, where gratitude and the need for a mother-figure had led me into a puppy-like devotion I called love. Then to Jess, with whom there was a passion, wrought from the need to have someone to call my own, which turned into a version of what I was witnessing now.

Thinking her mine, I had become hers. The eroticism of our love reminded me of what Emm and Flora had, a role-reversal which intensified the passion – and the climaxes. But it was essentially self-indulgent, and I had decided against that path. Tempting for a moment though it had been, I could not step twice antalya anal yapan escort into the same river.

With the Druze Princess, Damila, there had been an intense physical flame, which had again, lit that part of me which needed to submit to another. And then there was my darling Ana, the Warrior-Amazon who guarded the sacred places and whose deep passion for me had first shown me that lust and love were not the same. The Damascus Road had brought loss, but also enlightenment. Ana was my soul-mate, and the sadness which haunted me was the thought that I had lost her forever.

And so I had come to London. I took the decision to come alone. I needed to separate myself out from everyone; a need which grew stronger as time passed. But if I had thought to leave the Orient in coming to this foggy northern Isle, I discovered I had brought it with me; it was inseparable from who I was.

That the Great Queen herself should love me was beyond any imaginings, as was what that meant in terms of the balance between lust and love. With her there was none. It was a seamless garment. It was the love she felt for me which poured into the love I returned, enriched by our mutual desire: lover, step-child, step-mother, we were each other’s all in all. I love her still; I always shall.

And then there was the brief moment with the sad Winter Queen of Scots, where for those few hours, life returned before the tide ebbed forever.

That had been my journey, and not even for the luscious breasts on offer with Emm and Flora, would I retrace those footsteps. The lover of Elizabeth could not betray her, as she had betrayed the Winter Queen. Time takes all away, but these he cannot take.

And so I remained Rahab. I longed to be with my Ana, but could never see how it would be possible.

As I think back, so young, taken from a parochial setting and plunged into the currents of the Seraglio, I had survived. That in itself was an achievement. But I had also prospered. The Occident would never understand the Orient, and yet Bess and I understood each other so well. If I was the Sultan’s slave, yet within that, free, I was love’s slave to Bess, and within that, free. Within an entirely different setting, I was still Rahab, and brought with myself the Orient to the West.

And as I looked at Emm and Flora, now about to climax judging by the looks on their faces, I envied them the simplicity of their passion and the ability to indulge it. The constraints of rope and chain were naught compared to those of the cares of State. And were the pleasures heightened thereby? As I watched Emm climax, her beautiful thighs glistening with her juices, and as Flora did the same, her full breasts reddened by the release of passion, I thought not. What took me to the heights was not the erotic pleasure, though I desired it so much, it was the sort of link I had with Ana or with Bess, that opening of the soul. Would I have it again? Or should I simply thank God that I had enjoyed it at all?

‘Oh Lady Emm, you are so naughty,’ Flora giggled as they embraced.

‘And so are you, but you are such a delicious girl, don’t you think Rahab?’

Seeing the smile on Emm’s face and the happiness in her eyes, my heart swelled.

‘Oh Emm, I think you are both delicious, and I shall miss you, my darling Lady Emm, so much.’

Emm, naked as the day she was born, stepped over and pulled me to her capacious bosom.

‘You know I love you, Rahab, I have from the moment we met, but the Queen comes, and cums, first, and so we never consummated our love, but you will take it with you. A part of me will always be with you.’

Oh, darling Emm, even at this distance, I remember that embrace, the warmth, the love. I wonder what became of her, of them all? It all seems so long ago now.

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It was just after the July 4th holiday and I needed to pick out a new bikini and some other items for our up coming trip to the shore. I dressed so it would be east for trying on different clothes. A light summer dress in a yellow colored print, not my shortest dress but well above the knee and thong panties. I checked my hair and make just a little, I already had some sun on my face so my color looked good just a dab of lipstick and off I went.

Where to go? I started at the main anchor stores. Looking at a variety of suits, I really didn’t like any so I was making my way to the other side of the mall and saw a sign in small independent store. “Sale buy 2 get 3rd 1/2 off.” I walked in and saw there was a good selection and found a couple in my size. I picked out a yellow and also white bikini and asked to try them on.

The sales girls was probably twenty something years old, she was wearing a short denim skirt and a belly shirt. She had a very small chest, but with perky nipples pointing straight out. As she led me back to the dressing rooms she said.

“These are the newest suits we have. I’ve got two myself, you just have to get used to the fit. You’ll understand when you try them on.”

I tried the yellow one on and couldn’t get it to fit right. On this style suit there is a seem right through the middle of the crotch area from front to back. I stuck my head out to see if I could see the sales girl but couldn’t. Knowing it is against most store policies I took my thong off and tried the suit back on. It fit much better and the amazing thing is the seam actually split my pussy lips apart a bit and slid into my vagina a keeping my lips spread apart. escort antalya I was looking at myself in the mirror and pulling on the bottoms forcing the seam deeper in. I liked how sexy it looked and started rolling my nipples between my fingers getting them hard and started pulling on my erect points.

I was really enjoying the feeling so I sat down on the little bench and continued to play. I slowly slid my hand into the bottoms to search out my slit. I slid my finger into the folds and felt the dampness. I lifted my butt and pulled the bottoms out just a little so I could get my hand in better and use two fingers in my moistening pussy. I pulled my fingers on saw how wet they were and tasted myself , sweet as always.

Now I had one hand going back and forth from my pussy to each breast and the other was stroking my now swelling clit. My juices were soaking the suit bottoms but I couldn’t stop. I was beyond control. I was mewing as I was franticly fingering myself . I could here the sloshing from my pussy juices as my fingers continued their assault. In the back of my mind I heard someone talking but it didn’t register. Then the door opened and in walked the sales girl our eyes met. She put her one finger up to her lips and said

“Shhh, I want to watch!”

At that point I could have cared less I told her to show me her tits. She took her top off and cupped them and started squeezing them and pulling on her tiny nipples getting them hard.

I told her I was about to cum and she said she wanted to get closer and knelt down in front of me to get a better look at what I was doing.

She started döşemealtı escort saying “Rub faster put more fingers in, you’re soaking wet and it’s dripping out of you!”

I did as she said. As I was doing the she put her hand up her shirt and started playing.

I told her again.

“I can’t hold on I’m going to cum!”

With that I tensed up and my orgasm overtook me. I was panting and couldn’t catch my breath. I could see my chest heaving. She was now about to cum I could see the way her eyes were glazing over. I asked her what her name was and she said

“I’mmmm cumming too, it’s Saraaaah! Oh Goddd Oh Goddd!”

After what seemed an eternity she final spoke again and said.

“I told you, you will have to get used to the fit. I was the same way when I tried my suits on.”

Still breathing heavy I thanked Sarah and said I would be taking the two and need to pick out one more.

Sarah said, “I know just the suit for you it turns almost invisible when it’s wet!”

She was back in a flash with the suit. She looked around and said.

“I want to watch you try it on.”

Still feeling uninhibited I agreed. I removed my top and Sarah helped me with the new top. I could see how thin the fabric was. It felt smooth on my breast and made my nipples tingle. Sarah reached around and gave them both a gentle squeeze, as she did I let out a sigh that let her know it was ok to continue. She found my hardening nipples and pinched them. My hands went up and covered hers as she kept teasing me. Her actions were sending little shocks to my clit and wet pussy. I could konyaaltı escort feel the wetness leaking and soaking my thong.

Sarah came around in front and lowered my thong over my hips and down to the floor. I stepped out of them. She than guided my feet in to the new bottom and slid it up my legs. As she got it higher on my thighs her face was inches from my pussy. I heard her take a deep breath and than exhale the breath at my pussy lips. Being wet there it gave me a shiver but felt erotic at the same time. She snugged the bikini bottom up and adjusted the waist and leg openings by running her finger under the outer edge and down through my legs. When she ran her finger through my legs it went in father and she brushed my sensitive lips.

I thought my knees were going to buckle.

Sarah asked. “Did you like it when I brushed your cunt like that?”

“God yes!” was my answer.

“Would you like more? Than spread your legs a little more.”

I did, she pull the suit to the side and her fingers attached my pussy and clit at the same time. I had reached up and began fondling my breast as she slowly inserted one, two than three fingers into my sopping pussy.

I was already gasping and saying. “I’m gonna cum real quick!”

She said “Do it now cum … cum now on my fingers!”

I grunted and did as she said, I felt myself gush as my orgasm hit massive amounts of cum flowed out over her hand and down my legs. Sarah removed her hand and straightened the soaked bottom again, than said.

“Look I told you it would be see through when wet”

I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe it. The suit was see through. I could see my swollen lips and my small strip of pubic hair. Sarah said she would take my suits up to the register and have them ready for me when I got there. I thanked her as she left the dressing area. Up at the register Sarah said to stop in next month when they have their lingerie sale. I totally intend on coming back for that.

Love

Kaze

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Fernanda and I had always joked about being lesbians on the bus. Secretly, I would masturbate and think about her doing me. She was tall, good sized, nice tits and had nice plump lips. I dreamed of her and I hooking up together somehow, but never really expected it.

One day, she and I were sitting on the bus together. We were in the middle of the bus, so no one was really paying attention to us. She and I joked about our sex life. I was touching her leg, telling her how wet and horny I was. I was wearing a skirt that day, and was trying to keep my legs closed. I was really getting wet and I knew I needed to go home and masturbate. Fernanda joked back and slowly slid her hand up my leg. She moved my bag on top of my lap to cover her hand. She ran her fingers over my throbbing clit. I looked up at her and nodded. She put her hand inside my panties and ran her hand through my long, damp bush. She rubbed my clit. I closed my eyes and let her rub me for a while. It felt so good and the though of her doing it made me get even wetter.

“You’re so wet. Come to my house this afternoon. It’s vacation so we don’t have any homework.” She said, still rubbing me. She drew her and out of my panties and from under antalya escort bayan my skirt. She licked my juices off her hand. I rubbed her mount outside of her jeans. I could see her nipples get hard through her shirt. We waited for the bus to stop at her house. We got off and immediately went to her room. Her parents were at work so we could do whatever we wanted.

“I’m so horny Christine. All those times we joke on the bus, I run home and rub my clit…” She said, taking off her clothes. She kept her under wear on, and nothing else. Her nipples were rock hard and red. I got my clothes off and sat on her bed, up against the head board. She reached under her bed and got our various things; dildo and 2 vibrators. She began to rub her clit, moaning softly. I began to rub mine, reaching down into my panties. One hand began to knead and tweak my hard nipples as I rubbed. Fernanda came and lay between my opened legs. She sucked my tit into her mouth, her rough tongue stimulating me. I began to rub faster until I reached and grabbed the vibrator. I set it onto my clit and let it buzz off. Fernanda sucked my nipples loudly, rolling them around in her mouth. She antalya otele gelen escort continued to rub and finger her own wet, hot pussy.

“Ohhhhhhh, Christine. Watch me finger my hot cunny as I suck your titties…watch me fuck myself good,” Fernanda moaned, taking my nipple back into her mouth. She closed her eyes and rubbed furiously at her cunny.

“Oh yeah, suck my titties. I’m so horny for you, Fernanda. My clit is throbbing and I’m getting so wet just looking at you finger yourself…yeah baby…fuck yourself while you suck my big nipples. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh my titties. Suck them good for me. Suck them.”

Fernanda moaned as she got closer to cumming. She stopped fucking herself and took off her underwear. She reached for a dildo that sat on the bed. She shoved it into my mouth so I could get it nice and ready for her. I worked the dildo for a while before she took it away. She rubbed her pussy with it before shoving inside her hot snatch. She went back and sucked my tits. The vibe was making me closer to cumming. It felt so good as it buzzed and as I rubbed my tits. She stopped sucking and fully worked on her antalya sınırsız escort own cunt. I closed my eyes and imagined her bucking up and down on the dildo, screaming. That sent me over the edge. I screamed as the cum poured out of me. Fernanda stopped fucking and took of my panties. She put her head down and licked the cum from my slit. I was still cumming. Her tongue was velvety and smooth, rough against my throbbing clit. She sucked and licked all the cum from my pussy and swallowed it all.

“Christine, let’s fuck on the dildo….let me put it inside of you,” she said, moving with her legs spread eagle wide to meet up against my cunny. She rubbed the head of the dildo against my cunt. It felt so good, nice and cold. I guided the rod into my snatch and waited. Fernanda propped herself up on her elbows and began to push the dildo into our pussies. I propped myself up on my elbows and began to push as well. Fernanda threw her head back.

“Ohhh, push harder baby. Push that hard cock into my cunny!! Push….oh my god, yes…” she moaned aloud. I spread my legs even wider and pushed. I felt the dildo go farther up my cunt and deeper into Fernanda. Fernanda moaned and began to pump up and down on the dildo.

“Mmmmmmmm, it’s so good, Christine. Oh, pump your cunt on the dildo. Make your pussy grind with mine, baby. Come on, swallow that rod into your cunny,” she moaned.

I pushed the rod into my cunny as far as I could until my clit touched her. She sat up and knelt in to suck my tits again. I reached down and rubbed her moist, throbbing clitty………

TO BE CONTINUED

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As Riana takes her seat in the front of the bus, she wonders what she’s doing. She has never done something so spontaneous before. Going to meet a woman. A woman she don’t even know.

As Riana’s eyes scan the forest as the bus passes, she realized that perhaps this isn’t such a bad idea. She has always felt more attracted to women rather then to men, so it’s not her fault she has finally fell in love with a woman. And from the net no less, but she don’t mind. She likes the thrill of it.

Riana didn’t realize that logging onto the ‘net that first time would be the beginning of something so beautiful. Once she had logged on, a little box popped up on her screen. “Hello, I’m Enid” is what it said. Riana was amazed. She had never seen anything like it! (You see, Riana has AOL. So, therefore it automatically comes with AOL IM. That was what the little box was.) After clicking on the box, she typed in “Hello, I’m Riana.”. Smiling to herself, Riana went on to learn about this woman, Enid. It turns out, Enid is a teacher, as is Riana. Enid teaches fifth grade, but Riana teaches third. Riana has long, jet black hair, when Enid has short blonde hair. Riana is 6’0, Enid is 5’2. Besides looks, they have everything in common. They both love the same music, the same movies, antalya escort the same books, and of course, they both are teachers. Riana could not be happier, she has found her soul mate.

Her body aching, Riana stands to stretch, and as she does she notices they are coming into her stop. Her body suddenly on fire, her hands shaking slightly, sweating she looks around to see if she can spot Enid. And she does. Enid is standing back my the bus station, looking just as excited as Riana is. Riana quickly pulls her long hair up into a bun before grabbing her two bags from the storage area above her head. Slinging one bag over her shoulder and holding the other to her chest, she steps off of the bus. Squinting, as she realizes it’s still day and the sun is beating down onto her. Digging into her bag for her sunglasses, Riana doesn’t realize that Enid is making her way over to her.

Looking up after she has put on her sunglasses, Riana almost screams in surprise. “OMG! It’s you! It’s you!” Riana cries, as she wraps Enid in her arms. “I can’t believe it’s you.” Riana continues. Enid is just what Riana expected, if not more! She’s beautiful! Riana and Enid continue to embarrass each other, Enid’s breasts pressing into Riana’s stomach, lara escort Riana’s arms wrapped tightly around Enid, lifting her gently, wanting to feel her lips presses against Enid’s. Riana catches her breath, as she feels Enid’s softly, moist lips kissing her, her tongue slowly slipping between Riana’s lips, tasting her. Quickly, Riana let’s go of Enid, realizing they are holding up the line, they quickly move to get Riana’s bags from beneath the bus. Once they have gotten her bags, they make their way to Enid’s car, hand in hand.

As Riana slips in besides Enid in the car, Enid leans over and gently cups Riana’s ample breast in her gentle hand, making Riana gasp with pleasure. She has never felt such a fire within her. She enjoys it. Soon Enid and Riana are in the back seat, stripping the clothes off of each other, moaning, groaning, as their hands explore each of their bodies. Riana dipping her fingers into the sweetness of Enid’s swollen pussy lips, before bringing her fingers to her lips…tasting Enid. Licking her lips wildly, Riana pushes Enid down onto her back on the seat, pushing her thighs apart, Riana dips down, sticking her face into Enid’s pussy. Inhaling her, tasting her, she moans. Almost cumming konyaaltı escort from just the site of such a wonderful piece of womanhood. Cautiously, carefully Riana flicks her tongue out, slowly licking Enid’s sweet, sweet lips. The taste of Enid on her tongue, she dives into her pussy, devouring her. Enid moaning and wiggling under her, Riana holds her hips tight. Her tongue working it’s way into Enid’s pussy, trying to get as much as Enid’s sweet juices as she can. Feeling Enid shivering beneath her, Riana holds tighter, flicking her tongue out and over her swollen clit, making Enid jump, also pushing her over the edge. Enid reaches down and takes hold of Riana’s hair, pushing her face deeper into her pussy, wrapping her legs around Riana’s head, pushing her further. Riana starts moaning into Enid’s quivering member, as she also cums just from the excitement of being with a woman for the first time, and enjoying it greatly.

After Enid and Riana have dressed, they climb back up into the front seat, noticing all the men and woman looking at them, they blush and quickly start the car. Before driving off one of the women in the crowd tosses Riana a envelope before sauntering off. Riana looks over at Enid curiously before opening the letter.

“I enjoyed the show. Call me. I would love to see you two ladies again. 555 – 1212 My name is Emma.”

That’s when Riana realized that this was going to be more then a casual visit.

(If you have enjoyed what you have read, please email me with input. I’d like to know whether to continue this story or not. Thanks.)

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A/N: Another story featuring submissive Sarah and her Mistress, Rebecca, from my earlier stories “The 14th Anniversary”, “My beautiful Sub” and “Choosing Corner Time”. It takes place a few weeks after Sarah received her permanent collar from her Mistress, about seven months after their first meeting.

Note on the timeline. “The 14th anniversary” and “My beautiful sub” take place on Valentine’s Day 2011, the first story recalls things that happened on Valentine’s Day 1997 and a few days, later. “Choosing Corner time” depicts the dynamic of Sarah’s and Rebecca’s relationship a couple of years after their beginning. “Sarah Acts Out” is also set in the first year of their time together, about two months after Sarah received her permanent Platinum collar from Rebecca. Sooner or later there will also be a longer story dealing with Sarah’s training, but that still has to be finished, at the moment I’m considering posting another Victoria and Jacqueline story first.

Summary: Sarah misbehaves in public and is called to order and disciplined by her stern and loving Mistress.

~*~

“No, I will no longer let you rule my life. I’ve had enough,” Sarah said heatedly and shot up from her comfortable chair, pushing it back and almost toppling it over in the process. Its legs scraped screeching over the white-veined, black marble floor of the understatedly elegant restaurant.

“Mark’s Steakhouse” had opened up about three months ago and had taken the culinary world of the city by storm. Sarah and Rebecca were on the fast trek to become regulars, they dined there about once every two weeks. The mixture of traditional recipes, high-quality ingredients and excellent service appealed to many people, among them a lot of Sarah’s business contacts.

This evening entering the room and taking their seats at the secluded corner table, Sarah had not seen even a single familiar face among the other guests. Maybe that was why she not only had uncharacteristically raised her voice but also did not care about the fact that their table had suddenly become the center of everyone’s attention. It did not stop her ranting.

“You, Doctor Eriksson can take that veggie crap you like so much and eat it yourself. I’ll have a steak, medium rare, with a side dish of steamed potato filled with sour cream and a glass of your best Merlot.” Sarah addressed the waiter and her Mistress.

“Sarah, you are out of line. Stop acting like a spoiled brat. You know better than that, and it’s extremely unbecoming,” Rebecca’s voice was soft and calm, but despite her own anger Sarah felt the disappointment and fury boiling under the surface. She was, however, too angry to act on her better judgment, so, she continued to complain,

“I am tired of being at the receiving end of the obsessive compulsive needs of a perverted control freak.”

“Sarah, you know the rules, you know there is only one way to end this, use your safeword, then we’ll calm down and talk about the punishment you so amply deserve.”

“Rebecca, you can stick those plans where the sun does not shine. I’m going home and I don’t want company later that night.”

That said, Sarah stormed out of the restaurant in what seemed like righteous anger, leaving her bag hanging over the backrest of the chair, and before Rebecca even had a chance to answer.

Rebecca removed the Gucci bag from the chair and walked over to the Maitre D’, talked to him and left the restaurant a couple of minutes after Sarah. It took another three to five minutes, in other words, half an eternity for the valet girl to fetch her car. Rebecca used the waiting time to look around for her wayward submissive, but she saw no sign of Sarah. She checked every adjoining street for movement. They all seemed to be deserted.

The most direct way back to the Penthouse apartment crossed a small warehouse district that lately had come to sad notoriety for numerous counts of assault and rape on single women after business hours. Rebecca’s anger at Sarah’s atrocious behavior was in no way diminished by her mounting worry.

She systematically checked the streets closest to the restaurant and then drove off to the Penthouse apartment she shared with Sarah since shortly after their vacation at her grandfather’s hunting hut, on the way she kept her eyes on the street, without seeing anyone even remotely resembling her lover. The Penthouse was empty when she arrived and her worry grew to outright fear.

To make sure she checked Sarah’s office, but as half expected found it dark and empty as well.

Rebecca forced herself to think rationally to keep her anxiety under control. As far as she knew Sarah had no keycard to use the elevator, no credit cards, no money, not even an ID card. That thought worried her more than she was ready to admit even to herself. After Sarah’s outburst going home to the Penthouse would have been the logical choice, it was what she had said she would do, but she had been so angry when she had fled the restaurant that antalya escort Rebecca was not certain that she really would think or act rationally.

Rebecca took a Ziploc bag from the refrigerator and then took the stairs back down to the parking deck. It also worried Rebecca that there was no way to tell where Sarah could have gone. For a moment she considered that her lover could have sought the comforting arms of one of her friends from the “Earhart”.

Sarah had made it abundantly clear to everyone at the exclusive private club that she was off the market for now and the foreseeable future and though her behavior towards her Mistress was telling enough for those with eyes to see, Rebecca doubted that the majority of the regulars at the “Earhart” had any clue.

Rebecca left the building and weighed the possibility that Sarah could have gone or rather fled to Ava and Mary; she quickly discarded that idea as well. It was Friday night and on Fridays they both could be found at Ava’s club, “the Rachilde”, named after a French novelist who lived in the late 19th early 20th Century and among other works wrote a novel titled “La Marquise de Sade.”

Rebecca doubted that Sarah would go there alone, especially in the mood she had been in. The regulars and service personnel there by now all knew her as Rebecca’s submissive and respected her as such, it made her off limits, even if she was only wearing normal clothes like this night. Still, only the week before Sarah had confessed to her Mistress that she only felt completely safe at the fetish club when in the company of either, Ava, Mary or her Mistress. Sarah’s confidence was slowly growing, but she still was a long way from being ready for public play.

Shortly after their return from the hunting cabin Rebecca had inherited from her grandfather, Sarah had hired Mary as her personal assistant/right hand. The two submissives made a formidable team, and no outsider would have taken them for anything but very dominant and commanding women, never suspecting that they both regularly found themselves bent over their Mistresses’ lap for a sound spanking or more, and that they even enjoyed it, most of the time.

Sarah’s former assistant who had always insisted on being called her private secretary and had worked for the publishing house for more than thirty years had retired to spend more time with her family in Miami.

Rebecca took the turn that brought her right in front of her old apartment building. She found a parking space just around the corner. Though she no longer lived there. She still owned it and would continue to do so. They often used it for longer training sessions, at least as long as the playroom at the Penthouse was not finished to her specifications.

When Rebecca looked up she saw that her windows were dark, with the curtains drawn in the living room, just as they had left it the last time after their playing session. Now convinced that she would not find her missing lover upstairs Rebecca walked the three flights to her third floor apartment, instead of taking the elevator. To her surprise she found scratch marks next to the lock.

There were a number of logical explanations for the scratch marks. Someone could have tried to break in since the last time they had played here. Rebecca remembered that Sarah always carried a Swiss pocket knife with her when her clothing allowed for pockets. The scratch marks could well be from the shorter and sharper of the two blades. For a moment Rebecca considered going back down to the ground floor to check her mail box to see if the spare key was still in its hiding place.

She knew that using the mailbox as hiding place was almost as bad an idea as putting it under the door mat or on top the door frame. A short glance at her wrist watch told her that almost two hours had passed since Sarah had stormed out of the restaurant.

~*~

Not knowing what to expect, Rebecca turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open which opened directly on the living room. The only illumination came from seven thick candles at the other side of the room. The dark curtains closed over the windows kept the light from the street lamps out.

Sarah was naked and kneeling in the middle of the rough circle formed by the candles. Her knees were spread wide, the forehead rested on the hardwood floor. Her hands and arms were stretched forwards with her hands crossed at the wrists. Rebecca entered and closed the door softly behind her. Sarah’s clothes were lying on the couch in a neat pile.

She had put leather cuffs on her wrists and a leather collar similar to the training collar she had worn at the hunting cabin and during the following weeks and months over her permanent platinum collar her Mistress had given her less than two months ago.

Rebecca was torn between berating her wayward submissive for her abysmal behavior and making her pay for running away and pulling her into her arms and aksu escort cuddling her in relief at finding her safe and sound. Seemingly unnoticed Rebecca stepped closer and noticed that Sarah’s breathing was ragged and that she was crying. Sarah’s distress quenched some of her anger, but she still wanted to get to the bottom of Sarah’s outburst, the root of her uncharacteristic behavior.

“Sarah look at me,” Sarah raised her head from the floor and turned her face to the side, just enough to see Rebecca’s shoes just outside the ring of candles.

“Care to tell me what got into you at the restaurant? What demon took hold of your better judgment? And how did you get here?” Rebecca’s voice had the warmth of absolute zero.

Sarah shot up from her position on the floor and launched herself towards her Mistress. The sadist in Rebecca was tempted to take a step back and let her fall, but when she saw that Sarah’s left leg didn’t support her weight, the conscientious Mistress in her, however, didn’t want her woman to get hurt by accident. So, she bent down enough to allow Sarah to hook her arms over her neck.

Sarah’s eyes were red and swollen, as well as her cheeks, evidence that she had been crying for more than a few minutes. Without thinking about it Rebecca followed her instincts and closed her arms around Sarah’s body to pull her closer. Sarah’s eyes widened and a fresh torrent of tears cascaded from her eyes down her cheeks to finally fall on Rebecca’s dark grey silk sweater.

“I need answers, Sarah, and I need them now.” Sarah hiccupped and sobbed, but also tried to speak, but her words were drowned out by the other sounds.

“The streets were empty when I followed you out of the restaurant and you were not at home as you said you would. I worried about you.”

Sarah pressed herself against her Mistress’ body as hard and close as she could, still crying but no longer as out of control as she had been. She looked up until her gaze made contact with Rebecca’s piercing gaze.

“I’m sorry, Mistress, please punish me for disobedience, disrespect and losing my temper.”

“I need more than that, Sarah. I need an explanation, a good explanation. What you said in the restaurant puts everything we are into question. You made it abundantly clear that you don’t want to follow my orders any longer and you sounded very determined, and yet I find you in the supplication position still wearing the collar I have put on you and having added wrist and ankle cuffs”.

“I overreacted, Mistress, I don’t know why I said what I did. It was stupid and it was also not true.”

“So, I’ll have to add lying to the list of things for which you earned punishment.”

“It was not a lie when I said it, but while I was waiting I became aware that I had more than exaggerated. Time grows very long with nothing to do but think about your own mistakes.

“When the taxi rounded the corner and I found the folded 50 dollar bill in my pocket I knew that I was making a big mistake by running off as I did and that I should go back in and apologize on my knees, let everyone know what you and I really are. My anger was gone the moment the door closed behind me, but I did not have the courage to do that.

“So, I told the driver to bring me here when he asked for my destination. I know that sooner or later you would look for me here. And for disappearing on you I should receive additional punishment.

“Please, punish me for embarrassing you in public. I knew my outburst must have come out of the blue. It did for me. I was looking forward to our dinner and I had no idea that I would lose my temper as I did right up until the moment I actually did.

“There was no unease, no growing discomfort. I love that I belong to you, I love wearing your collar. I love you, Rebecca Marie Eriksson.”

“I love you as well, my Sarah. Your outburst might have been a surprise for you, but it should not have been for me. Ever since the collaring ceremony you have been the perfect submissive, elegant, flawless. You didn’t give me the slightest reason to punish you. You were just perfect, too perfect.

“No one can be perfect all the time, not even if we want to. Life is not meant that way. Life is about making mistakes and learning from them. Your behavior this evening was a dozy of a mistake and had it happened in front of people who know what and who we are, I would have dragged you back and punished you as publicly as you questioned my abilities as your Mistress.

“That you were gone without a trace scared me more than I had expected and your words made me angry. I’m still angry, but I also don’t want to go over board with your punishment considering how bad and guilty you already feel, I will take my time to calm down. You know where I keep the key to your collar, right?”

“Of course, Mistress, in the bathroom, the medicine cabinet,” Sarah answered, still holding on to her taller Mistress. antalya escort I never even considered taking the collar off. Over the last two months it has become a part of me I would not want to miss. Please, punish me, my beloved Mistress.”

“Yes, I will punish you, but only when I’m good and ready. For now I want you spread out for my viewing pleasure. “

“Corner time, Mistress?”

“No, Sarah, more literally than that. The St. Andrews cross is calling for you.”

“How long?”

As long as necessary for my anger to abate and for me to ignore how much I worried about you when you simply disappeared.”

~*~

Rebecca led Sarah to the bedroom where a St. Andrew’s cross had been bolted to the wall facing the bed. Sarah stretched her arms towards the rings embedded in the upper arms of the cross and said,

“I would love to be on display for you, Mistress.”

“Even blindfolded and gagged?”

“Even deprived of my sight I will feel your eyes on me and I will do my best to love the gag if it pleases you, Mistress.”

“It pleases me, Sarah.”

“Rebecca clipped Sarah’s wrist cuffs to the wooden beams, quickly followed by the ankle cuffs and the rings on the lower arms.

She then walked over to the big wardrobe in which they kept their toys, removed a black and violet silken blindfold and an inflatable penis gag and returned to the cross. Sarah obediently opened her mouth to accept the gag and closed her eyes. But Rebecca was not yet satisfied with the picture her submissive made. She returned to the wardrobe and retrieved several lengths of hemp rope. She wrapped the first around Sarah’s right calf and another around her left in a criss-cross-pattern.

She repeated the crisscross-pattern on the upper arms and wound the last length around Sarah’s waist, forcing out her beautiful creamy buttocks. The delectable picture made her smile she ran her hands all over Sarah’s body, touching her everywhere but where she wanted it most. Staying away from her hard pebbled nipples and her first only moist and then dripping sex.

Rebecca could feel Sarah’s rapid heartbeat under her fingertips, and her smile got wider. She could smell the familiar, intoxicating scent of Sarah’s arousal, but stopped her ministrations because she was still angry and didn’t want her beloved to enjoy herself too much. After all, this was supposed to be part of a punishment.

Rebecca sat down on the bed facing the cross and noted every detail of Sarah’s body, the ropes binding her, her breathing, the moans and groans muffled by the gag, her scent, the way she tried to move. She scooted backwards and leaned against the headboard. She took the Ziploc bag she had brought from the fridge at the penthouse out of the plastic bag as well as a sharp knife.

She pulled a pair of latex gloves over her fingers to protect herself and started to peel the root, slowly revealing the yellow flesh under the wrinkled light brown skin. Sarah had taken to anal training and regular enemas like a duck to water at the hunting cabin, but the one time Rebecca had used bengay cream on Sarah she had had a rather violent reaction, she had cried and begged and pleaded, to no avail, but she also had not used her safeword. Tonight would be Sarah’s first time with a ginger root hand.

And since this was a first Rebecca had no preconceived idea how Sarah would react. It could well be that she would be so turned on that she never would see ginger root play as a punishment; it could also be that in future she would rather take any other punishment than risk a repeat encounter with the ginger root.

Rebecca cut a concavity into the base of the ginger hand to create a retention ring and make sure that the hand would not accidentally slip completely inside. She went into the bathroom and held the hand under cold water and then took a bottle of hot sauce from the fridge and took a cane from the wardrobe. One that whistled at the slightest movement and was made of braided leather wrapped around a core of carbon fibers.

The cane was extremely light and left pronounced marks even when only applied with moderate force. It required much skill to wield it without seriously injuring the recipient or drawing blood, and after Sarah’s earlier performance at the restaurant six-of-the-best would just not cut it.

Rebecca silently catalogued the other parts of the punishment she had in mind: the ginger hand for running off, the hot sauce for bad mouthing her, the cane for losing her temper. No orgasms or masturbation for the next few days at least, wearing a chastity belt during the day and additional maintenance spankings, every other day instead of once a week.

That would do, Rebecca decided and returned to the St, Andrew’s cross where she resumed her ministrations to Sarah’s body. She stroked her flanks and the sides of her breasts and admired the still rock hard nipples.

Rebecca pictured them as they looked adorned with alligator clamps connected by a short chain and weighed down with a set of bells that would be jingling softly with every breath. She made sure that she had Sarah’s full attention before she began to remove the ropes at her arms legs and around her middle. As a last step she unclipped the cuff rings from the cross and made Sarah present herself for inspection.

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Prologue:

She gave me that sexy side ways glance that spelled out attraction in more ways than one. I knew in that moment the fun had just begun. As we sat in her car my nerves found no settling point and my breathing was far from my control, yet I did my best to hide it. I found in that moment that I had found love.

*******

It was an early summer morning and the warm air caressed my skin like a long-lost lover. I drove to my best friends house, so that we could ride to work in her car. We both worked at the same hospital. Her name was Renee she was about 5’2 light brown skin the color of caramel, her body proportion was amazing. She had the perfect sized breast, a wonderful 36 DD paired with a flat stomach with an ass that would make any man stop and stare.

She was a mature 30 years old, and had a sexy confidence that no one could ignore. She was an RN at the hospital,working on the prenatal floor. I on the other hand was 5’2 as well but I did not have the body that would make any one stop and stare. I had skin the color of dark chocolate and a 32-C breast size. My figure was very athletic because I workout in my free time, by which I did not have much because I was a surgical technician.

As she drove down the highway we began to talk about the day ahead and other things best friends talk about. As she spoke my mind began to drift, my thoughts began to betray me as I thought of her in ways I knew I shouldn’t. She was beautiful and intelligent and I cared for her more than I should.

“Victoria!?” I jumped as her voice pulled me back to reality. “Are you OK?” she asked as she looked at me puzzled.

“I am fine, just have things on my mind, is all.” I replied.

She gave me a look that said she was not sure if it was true but her face softened as she said, “OK, are you sure we can talk about it.”

I gave her a soft reassuring smile and changed the subject.

It was not uncommon for us to ride to work together, it became a daily routine. We pulled up to the hospital and parked on the fifth floor of the parking garage. We made plans to meet for lunch later that day in the cafeteria, as we always did when our schedules allowed. I did not have a surgery until 10 and we had arrived at work at 8:30. I decided to go to the floor where all the kids that were terminally ill or need a serious surgery of some sort. As I walked in I heard a tiny energetic voice calling my name.

“Victoria, he yelled, as he sat up in his hospital bed.

“Adam!” I said with an equally enthusiastic voice.

“How are you sweetie?” I said as we embraced.

His face began to light up as he spoke. “I’m great, they finally found a heart for me. I’ll be having surgery soon.

Adam had waited 9 months for a new heart and I found myself almost in tears of joy when I heard the news. I had visited him for the past five months and I had grown attached to him, in this businesses it is hard to not be emotional around the patients.Yet I did my best. My phone began to ring, poetic justice playing over the speakers. The caller ID read Kendra, my heart lurched out of my chest as I quickly answered the phone.

“Good morning Hun..” A soft voice said on the other end.

“Good morning Kendra.” I replied with an elated heart.

“Are we still on for Friday night?”

“Yes most definitely, I already have my dress.” I replied

Kendra and I had dated for about 3 months and my heart was beginning to find hers. We met at a poetry event downtown one Thursday night. She was performing and I was immediately hooked, she was beautiful. She was an accountant at a law firm in the city. She had it all beauty brains and a great personality.

I had dated women since I was 19 years old. I never really enjoyed the company of men, I have only dated one guy, I suppose it was then that I realized that I didn’t really find guys interesting. But ultimately I knew the day I had my first encounter with a woman. I was 19 years old and my college professor was a tall tanned woman with long brunette hair.

Everyday I would go to class and admire her from a far. At that time I had not really come to grips with the fact that women was what I truly wanted. I figured, that my attraction to professor Montague was just that, some one I found beautiful. As the days went by things began to change she was the main character to all my fantasies at night.

At first I was afraid, because I grew up in a house where being a lesbian or gay was a sin. Then one day every thing changed. It was a Friday, mid semester and I had a paper that was late, professor Montague had told me I could turn it in on Monday but I decided that it was best that I bring it early to show some intuitive.

I walked down the hall to her office, I was expecting to find her door locked and I was going to leave the paper in her drop box. Yet as I looked her door was slightly cracked. I don’t know why but something didn’t feel right so I decided to look in through the crack. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her.

As i looked in her red button down shirt opened escort antalya at the top and one hand was squeezing her nipple as the other hand was below her desk. It did not take much effort for me to know what that hand was doing. Her head was back and her eyes squeezed tight as if to shut out the world and focus. I walked in quietly and closed the door behind me without a sound. As I walked in I heard her soft moans escape her lips.

I cleared my throat loud enough for her to hear. “Are you having fun?” I said in a dark sexy voice.

She shot straight up and asked “What are you doing here!?” in a startled shaky voice.

With her face flushed and her eyes were wide, she shot a scared look at me.

“I should ask you the same thing Professor.” I looked at her amused and slightly aroused. I gave her a sly grin and stepped closer to her desk.

“I wanted to turn in my report. But it looks as though you are busy.”

I walked around to the other side of her desk and gave her a quick once over. Her clothes were a mess, yet it was sexy her long brunette hair was in waves down her chest. She was breathing heavy and I could see the frustration in her eyes,from not being able to finish. She quickly began to straighten her clothes, as she did so I grabbed her had and stopped her.

She gave me a puzzled look, “what are you doing?” she said in heavy breaths. Her face told me she already knew.

Without a word I put her fingers into my mouth never taking my eyes off hers. Her eyes went wide as I lightly sucked on the fingers that were just inside of her. Her face flushed and went completely scarlet. I looked at her and slid my hand down her stomach to the hem of her skirt.

I looked at her to get the green light, she opened her mouth as to protest but I slid my hand down further in one swift movement and found her lips. They were hot and wet. She was perfectly shaved and I loved it. As I began to rub her slowly at first, then more forcefully. At first her face conveyed emotions of confusion, fear, and then changed to wanting curiosity.

In the back of my mind fear illuminated, yet so did excitement, for I had never been so bold, but in that moment I thought now or never. I continued to rub her clitoris and then I slid two fingers inside her and she gasped as her head fell back. Her moan became more forceful as I worked my fingers in and out of her as my thumb continued its torture on her clitoris.

Finally I felt her body begin to stiffen and her walls began to squeeze around my fingers. She began to moan louder and almost screamed but I kissed her quickly so no one would hear. I had wanted to kiss her soft pink lips since the day I saw her. As she came down from her climax I backed away and licked my fingers as I looked her in the eyes.

She had a tangy sweetness that kind of shocked me, she tasted so good. She looked at me and smiled. I gave her a wink and reached into my backpack and grabbed my report, and set it on her desk. Her eyes followed my every movement. She was a beautiful in that moment.

As I was walking out she stopped me and said “You should defiantly come by my office more often.”

I gave her a smile and walked out the door from that day on I was never the same. We dated for about 2 years but life played its hand in our relationship and we split but she knew she was always my first love.

Kendra and I continued to flirt and talk about our plans for Friday night and I found myself engulfed in anticipation. The hospital intercom called for the staff working on the minor surgery at 10 that morning. I said my goodbyes and went downstairs to prep for surgery.

******

A few hours later Renee and I sat in the cafeteria discussing the day. When she blurted out, “When are you going to go out on a date? You know Elliot really likes you, and he’s so fine. Girl you should talk to him or I will.”

I gave he her a shy smile and laughed. “I am good girl, a man is the last thing I need now.”

I sat there hoping she did not see my nervousness to her statement about Elliot. “I am just not interested in him, besides he is more of your speed.”

Renee had a knack for dating sexy successful men. She gave me a questioning look and then said, “You should at least give him a chance, I have known you for a while now and I have never seen you talk to anyone. Are you gay?”

My eyes went wide and I quickly said “No!”

“I am just kidding girl but you need to get out there more and find Mr… Right. At least get laid.”

Still hiding my nervousness, I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I don’t have the time or the patience for a relationship.”

Hoping she would take that answer and leave well enough alone.Yet Renee was the type of woman who was persistent and never gave up. She gave me another one of those looks that let me know she did not like my answer.

“We are going out this weekend and we are going to find you someone or at least get you laid.”

My heart stopped as I hoped she would not say Friday night. And belek escort sure enough the words slipped from her lips. Frantically I searched for away out of this situation.

“I don’t know I began” Then she gave me a look that said I’m not taking no for an answer.

“Maybe Saturday night, Friday night I just want to stay home because I have a long surgery that day and I just want to go home and relax afterwards.” I continued searching he face for acceptance. Hoping my nerves don’t betray me.

“OK Saturday it is.” she said brightly and we continued lunch with light conversation.

The rest of the day passed in a blur and finally it was time to head home. I walked to the board where the surgery assignments were for the next day. As I looked I saw that I was the surgical tech for Adams surgery tomorrow. They had switched my schedule and I don’t know why. I sighed deeply and knew he must have asked for me or maybe they figured he would more comfortable with my presence.

I headed home, walking in my plane apartment I threw my things on the nightstand by the door. That night in a daze, I drank a glass of wine and got in the tub. While I was in the tub the silence consumed me, I needed it more than anything. I got out the tub put on my bra and panties and sunk into my bed that awaited me.

My thoughts rushed back to me, more than anything was the guilt in my head that I was lying to my best friend. And then there was the matter that I cared for her, but I could not tell her how I really feel. My mind lingered on that thought as I drifted to sleep.

******

I woke up the next morning with a jolt as my alarm blared in the background. I got up and began to prepare for work when my phone rang, Renee’s name and photo popped up on the screen of my phone. My enthusiasm shot up 10 points as I answered the phone.

Renee’s voice blared through the phone , “Wake up, turn on the radio, our song is on!”

A song called “Fancy” bounced off the walls of my apartment as we sang and danced to our theme song. She asked if I would be riding with her to work and I replied with a sullen “No.” because Adams surgery would take longer than her shift. We continued to talk about Adam and then hung up.

That day went by, at a slow and steady pace. I did my best to control my emotions while in the operating room with Adam. I began to think about the next night that I would have with Kendra. Yet some how Renee crept into my mind and apart of me was sad that I had lied to my best friend. I didn’t know what I was going to do.

Keeping this secret from her was killing me inside. Adams surgery went well, but when he came out of the operating room, he went into a coma in recovery. I sat with him until his parents arrived. I walked away as they entered with tears in their eyes. I went home and cried myself to sleep as well.

Friday night came, and my excitement was not contained. I drove to the Red Ribbon Lounge, my mind began to think about Renee and how I wished it was her that I was driving to, to go out on a date. I had four pink roses on the passenger’s seat of my car wrapped in a silky black ribbon. I began to dismiss the thought because deep down I knew we could and would never be.

I gave my car to velvet. As I walked in roses in hand, my thought slowly faded, then completely faded when I saw Kendra standing at the bar looking beautiful in a royal blue cocktail dress that put my plain black one to shame. I walked up to her and watch her face light up with that brilliant smile of hers. I gave her a soft kiss then handed her the roses and we found our way to the bar.

We sat and laughed and drank and drank some more. Good conversation, laughter, and flirting filled the air. It was getting late so we stumbled out of the lounge. We drunkenly walked to her car, before she unlocked her car I grabbed her, and pressed her against the car. I closed the distance between us as my lips pressed against hers.

My hands slid down to the hem of her dress, searching for her bare thighs. My hand slipped her dress a little higher until it was on her ass. I squeezed it hard and she moaned lightly into my mouth. We drunkenly made out on her car. We finally came up for a breath and she looked at me with eyes that said she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I kissed her one last time and said, “I will meet you at your house.”

Then gave her a sexy wink as I turned around. I began to walk, as I did so, my heart stopped dead in it tracks. There standing about a yard away was Renée. Her face spelled out shock and confusion all over it. It seemed as though time was going in slow motion as I walked over to her. My mind raced, I had no idea what to say to her, yet there I stood face to face with my best friend that I lied to.

Why didn’t you tell me?! She screamed

I began to speak but the words refused to come out.

YOU LIED TO ME! YOU LIED! She continued. As tears began to form in her eyes.

I’m sorry, I did no…

Then I felt the unmistakable kepez escort sting of her palm to my face. I stood there shocked for a moment then the tears began to run down my face. Stunned I couldn’t move, and I watched as she angrily walked away. I began to cry, not because of the pain yet because I knew that I had lost my best friend. I was so numb I could barely feel Kendra grab me.

Victoria, who the fuck was that? She asked with a puzzled and shocked look.

A moment passed and I said nothing, I just watched as Renee continued to walk away. My eyes never left her until she was no longer in my sight.

“She was my best friend but I lied to her, she did not know I dated women and now we are no longer friends.” I cried.

She looked at me and began to wipe my tears and said “I am sure she will come around just give her time.

She just needs time to calm down. But in the mean time let’s go back to my house. OK?”

******

The next week dragged on in sadness. My heart-felt as though it weighed a million pounds. As I walked the halls of the hospital running on auto pilot. I would send text messages leave voice mails, anything and everything to talk to Renee. I even went by her house yet all my trying to reach her was to no avail.

I continued to spiral into depression. The only moment I felt some sort of joy was the days I would sit by Adams bed side and read him stories as he slept in his comatose state. In away the books I read him were my escape as well. I would read elaborate stories of the adventures of a hero or heroine. Never did I read stories of romance or love for it was too much for me to handle, besides I figured he could use a wonderful dream.

One day I was in the cafeteria of the hospital weeks after the event and my heart began to heal some what and life was beginning to become easier without her, then, I saw her. I watched as she shared a laugh with the cashier, she was oblivious to the fact that I was there. As I watched that sinking feeling came back all to fast and missing her was all I could feel. She turned to walk away then stopped and stared at me.

We stood there for what seemed like an eternity, Neither of us saying a word. I could not read her face the emotion that showed on it was nothing I had ever seen from her. It was not anger or happiness. I would not say, that pleased to see me would be the way i would describe it, yet at the same time it was not as though she did not want to see me at all. No one said a word, although I wish I had. I just let her walk away.

That night I was to meet Kendra at her place for movies and dinner. I arrived at 6:00 sharp. Kendra answered the door in the most cheery voice. I gave her a soft kiss and a hug as I walked through the threshold. The house smelled of Italian spices, that filled my nose immediately. I walked to the Kitchen and saw that dinner was ready already, so I opened the bottle of red wine that Kendra had me procure from the store.

We sat and talked over dinner then retired to the living room for movies. About half way into the second movie Kendra disappeared. When she returned. She had on Black lacy bra with a black thong to match. Also she wore a black guarder fastened to lacy thigh high stockings and tall stiletto Louis Vuintton heels.

I sat there in awe of what was in front of me, I quickly turned off the movie and found my way to Kendra’s side. I rapped my hands around her waist and kissed her passionately. As our mouths began to tango I felt her slowly reach down and begin to pull my shirt over my head and proceeded to throw it to the side. I lifted her in my arms and began to make the journey down the hall to her bed room.

As I walked in, I saw there at the end of the bed was a red strap-on dildo with black straps. I gave Kendra a look and she gave me a sexy smirk. I laid her on the bed, I ran my hands lightly down her body her dark skin was smooth and intoxicating. I reached up and grabbed her face and continued to kiss her soft lips. My hand ran down her neck until it found the swell of her right beast. I cupped it lightly and massaged her nipple through the fabric of her bra.

I pulled the black lace down and took her erect nipple in my mouth. I began to roll my tongue around it then sucked it hard. A gasp escaped her throat, as I continued the pleasurable torture, switching between the left and right perfectly sized breast. They were big enough to fit in my hand. I slid my tongue down her body until I reached her belly button and dipped it in.

I continued further down and removed her guarder, then took her thong between my teeth and pulled them down in one swift movement. I looked up at her and her eyes were wide in anticipation, I licked the out side of her lips slowly never taking my eyes off hers. She began to moan as I did this and her head fell back on the pillow. I continued to lick her slowly as I tasted her sweetness. I began to dipped my tongue inside of her, as I heard her moans I could feel my wetness growing more and more.

I slid two fingers inside her and began to suck and lick her clitoris. She moan loader and her breaths became more needy, and quicker in pace. I knew she was ready to cum, so bit down lightly on her clitoris, her walls contracted around my fingers and as her orgasm rushed through her she screamed my name. I got up as she was coming down from her climax and finished undressing.

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