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“That’s it, Shaie! I give up!” Lucy exclaimed, slowing down her treadmill after I upped the speed on mine yet again. I grinned as I watched my blonde friend slump over the console out of the corner of my eye.

It was Friday night and Lucy had gone with me to the gym for the only reason she would ever offer to join me as I exercised—she needed a favor.

“It’s been less than thirty minutes,” I told her, not sounding the least bit out of breath as I continued my pace. Lucy had been resting her head on her forearm, but she turned her head now so she could glare up at me.

“Yeah, well, some of us haven’t been spending every spare minute of every day at the gym this past week.” She pointed out sarcastically, lowering her machine’s speed to a slow walk. “God! Can’t you just mope around after a breakup like normal people?”

“It wasn’t a breakup!” I said a bit too impatiently, not at all appreciating the reminder. Still, I tried to sound unaffected as I shrugged, “We just stopped seeing each other, that’s all. There’s nothing to ‘mope’ about.”

It had been eight days since I had that big blow-up with Jamie, and I hadn’t spoken with her since. She had called me—once, the day after—but I didn’t pick up, admittedly mostly out of spite. I mean, I had practically begged her to talk to me that Thursday night and she had refused. Did she really expect me to just drop everything and come running just because she wanted to talk now?

She didn’t try again after that and it became more and more a matter of pride for me during the days that had followed. I did everything I could to avoid her, even asking Lucy to go in my stead to a meeting about Floe’s ad campaign just so I wouldn’t have to risk running into Jamie at her place of work. But Lucy hadn’t seen her anywhere in that tiny office space either, which could mean that Jamie was trying to avoid me as well.

I would be lying if I said that didn’t suck as hell. Of course, I missed her. I missed the constant humming in my blood every time I was with her, which was precisely why I had been keeping myself active and busy these past few days.

Idle time meant that I would be thinking of Jamie, and why should I allow myself to do that when she clearly couldn’t care less about me?

“Fine, it wasn’t a breakup!” Lucy said now, her blonde ponytail swinging as she turned off her treadmill and stepped down. “Just don’t make me run on that thing anymore.”

I raised an eyebrow as she grabbed her water bottle and took a big gulp. I wore a headband to keep my short, dark curls from getting in the way, but I could still feel the sweat starting to trickle down the side of my face as I ran and wiped it off.

“No one’s twisting your arm here,” I grinned, making Lucy roll her big, blue eyes as she walked towards me.

She stopped in front of my treadmill, no doubt wanting my complete attention as she asked, “So, you’ll do it? You’ll come with me to Marnie’s thing tomorrow?”

Marnie was her brother’s fiancé. Waifish and red-headed, she was also a little bit ditzy, though in a cute, almost-endearing sort of way. Lucy and I liked her well enough—she and Tony seemed to make each other very happy—but we weren’t exactly close.

“I just don’t see why I should,” I sighed, gripping the handles so I could keep my balance while talking to Lucy. “I mean, one perk of not being in the entourage is that I wouldn’t have to go to ladies’ lunches and gown-hunting, isn’t it?”

“Oh, come on! Please?” Lucy whined, giving me her best puppy dog eyes, and I had to bite back my laughter. “I don’t know anyone there—”

“You know Marnie.” I pointed out. I could feel my chest starting to burn and slowed my machine down just a notch.

“Well, yeah, but she’ll have her sister, her cousin, and her best friend there and they all know each other.”

“So?” I asked as I tried to breathe evenly. “Luce, you’ve never had a problem winning strangers over. You don’t need me as a buffer.”

We looked at each other for a long moment before she finally dropped her hands to her sides.

“Alright, fine! You got me!” She pouted a little. “I need you there to help me pick out my dress. You know I suck at it.”

I grinned widely as she said the words. Lucy wasn’t lying—she had the worst taste in fashion I had ever seen, and I always found it just a little bit funny every time she was forced to admit it.

“What about Madison?” I asked, referring to the personal stylist Lucy had on call whenever she needed a new wardrobe.

“That’s the thing—she called me today and told me she wouldn’t be able to make it.” Again, she gave me her puppy dog eyes, knowing very well that I wouldn’t be able to withstand it for long.

I hit a button on the console and slowed down to a walk before sighing. “Does Marnie even know?”

“Yes, and she’s totally fine with it!” Lucy breathed excitedly, smiling. We both knew she had already won. “Now, say you’ll go with me.”

“Alright,” I sighed. I rolled my eyes denizli escort but I couldn’t help laughing at the tiny squeal Lucy gave upon hearing me say it. “Yeah, I’ll go with you to Marnie’s thing.”

“Don’t make me regret it,” I warned good-naturedly after Lucy tried to go for a quick hug as she thanked me profusely, almost costing me my balance.

“Oh, I won’t!” She promised as she gave up all pretenses of trying to exercise and grabbed her stuff.

She grinned happily, still facing me as she slowly began to back away—no doubt because of what she was about to say next.

“Now, you go keep… not moping around so you can get over your breakup faster, and I’ll pick you up tomorrow at noon, okay? Great, love you, bye!” She said hurriedly, already turning and walking off even before she could finish.

“It wasn’t a breakup!” I automatically called out, instinctively shouting the words so Lucy could hear them through the distance she had now effectively created, and bringing more than a few eyes at the gym towards me.

I glared at Lucy’s retreating form while she waved at me without so much as another glance. It wasn’t too late to change my mind still about helping her out.

Oh, who am I kidding? I thought as I put on my earphones and increased the treadmill speed once again.

I had nothing better planned for tomorrow and, at this point, I’d welcome anything that could take my mind off Jamie—even if that meant going to a ladies’ lunch and hunting for bridesmaids’ dresses.

***

We arrived at El Hogar the next day a few minutes late. The restaurant was near the outskirts of the city and wasn’t that easy to find. We still could have made it on time though, if Lucy hadn’t decided she knew better than her car’s GPS and taken a different route than the one it had suggested.

It was a beautifully elegant place, however, and—if the food was even just halfway decent—well worth the time and trouble it took to get there.

Styled and furnished like an old Spanish mansion, the restaurant looked every inch as expensive as its marbled floors, impressionist paintings, and chandeliered ceilings—not to mention the grand staircase that led up to the second floor. There were serene garden nooks on the sides for those who preferred to dine outdoors, and each table was sectioned and set up like a cozy, 18th-century dining room.

I trailed behind Lucy as a waitress showed us to our table, taking the time to appreciate how lovely this restaurant was. My eyes fell on one of the paintings as we walked, and I found myself wondering if Jamie would like this place, too, before I caught myself and shook my head.

I wasn’t likely to find the answer to that now, was I?

I was coming off the heels of those thoughts as we neared the table, which was why, when I saw Jamie sitting next to Marnie, I had worried that I was starting to imagine things. But she was real, and she stared right back at me as we approached, clearly just as surprised by my presence.

She looked pretty as always, wearing natural makeup, with her long, brown curls flowing loosely past her shoulders and her tanned skin glowing against the thin-strapped, printed sundress that she had on. Actually, all the ladies wore dresses, likely because they would be easier to slip in and out of once we were in the bridal dress shop. Only I wore pants for the occasion since I wouldn’t be trying on any bridesmaid’s dresses.

Her hands went up against the edge of the table as Lucy and I got closer. She looked just about ready to push off of it and stand up at any second, but whether it was to go to me or get away from me, I couldn’t tell.

Marnie immediately stood to greet us with warm hugs. She reintroduced her sister, Jenna, and her cousin, Grace—both of whom Lucy and I had already met—before she finally gestured towards Jamie.

“And this is my best friend, Jamie,” Marnie was saying, and Lucy and I exchanged glances as we both realized why she had been at the engagement party. The redhead then turned to Jamie and gestured to us. “Jamie, this is Lucy—Tony’s sister—and her friend, Shaie.”

“We’ve met,” Jamie said as the three of us practiced the art of politely smiling.

“Jamie’s office handles the ad campaign for Floe.” Lucy explained, steering clear of the other, more personal reason why we all knew each other.

She took the empty seat directly across Jamie, but the only other one available was right next to Lucy and, either way, I knew I wouldn’t be able to avoid looking at the beautiful brunette throughout this lunch.

The food arrived soon after we were seated, and the rest of the hour passed by rather uneventfully. We all enjoyed the delicious dishes that Jenna—who had organized the whole thing—had ordered and conversations were kept light and fun. Of course, Jamie and I were never in conversation with the same people at the same time, both of us avoiding talking to each other to keep the peace, izmit escort or so I assumed.

Inside, however, I felt anything but peaceful.

It was hard to sit across the table from her, and not think about how this exact same moment could have been different if only things were… well, different between us. I kept getting the urge to hold Jamie’s hand or brush a strand of hair that had fallen across her face as she spoke to other people, and I grew increasingly frustrated—especially since she seemed to be having no trouble ignoring me at all.

It was that same frustration that had me blatantly flirting back with the waitress when she came to take our orders for dessert. Not my finest moment, certainly, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to show Jamie that there were people who wanted me, even if she didn’t.

I felt a sharp sting on my ankle and automatically shot an injured glance at Lucy, who had done the kicking under the table. She had that “Stop it” look that moms got when their kids were misbehaving in public and I made the pretense of looking innocent before turning away. Still, I tried to sneak a glance to check Jamie’s reaction—only to find her seat now empty.

My eyes quickly scanned the room as I stood, catching a glimpse of Jamie’s printed dress just in time before she disappeared into one of the gardens and I instinctively moved to follow.

I found her leaning against a wall when I got there, head tilted and eyes closed as she breathed deeply, and I realized I didn’t actually know why I had gone after her in the first place. I mean, looking at her now, all I could think of was kissing her—but that wouldn’t really resolve anything, would it?

I glanced away, thinking I could still turn around now and go back to the table before she saw me.

“You didn’t have to do that right in front of me, you know?” Jamie said suddenly, bringing my eyes back to her. She smiled a little before she opened her eyes and fixed them on me, and I thought her gaze was a little sad.

“I know,” I sighed and nodded after a moment, admitting she was right. For some reason, though, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her I was sorry. I guess I couldn’t be that big of a person just yet. “I’ll try not to order dessert again.”

She laughed when I grinned at her cheekily, and I felt as if a huge tension had been lifted off my shoulders.

“We can do this, right?” She hedged, looking sideways at me. “I mean, we can handle being in the same room together for just a few more hours, right?”

I didn’t know why she felt the need to confirm that with me, but I smiled and nodded anyway. “I think so.”

“So… truce?” She asked.

“Truce.” I said, and I meant it. If Jamie could act maturely about this after the passive-aggressiveness I had just shown, then the least I could do was try.

“Thank you,” she told me, and her smile was a little less sad when she finally pushed off against the wall and walked away.

***

A half hour later, and whatever maturity I had mustered earlier was now hanging by a thread as I waited on a couch at the bridal dress shop. All I could think about was how Jamie was in one of those fitting rooms, trying on dresses, and that snowball was very quick to turn into an avalanche.

It started with an unbidden mental image of Jamie slowly taking her sundress off and letting the cottony fabric fall away at her feet. And then, I began to wonder what she might be wearing underneath.

No bra, definitely. Lacy panties, maybe? A thong? A lacy thong, even?

I thought about the tanned skin of her neck and shoulders. And then I thought of her ripe, round breasts and her nipples puckering in full attention… Before I knew it, I was seriously contemplating finding out which fitting room she was in and making a play for it.

I figured there was a good chance that she would let me, too. Jamie might not be so keen about me now, but one thing I knew for sure was that she very much enjoyed the sex while we were dating. We both did.

I ran my hand over my eyes in an effort to get my head straight.

I could still go. I could just tell everybody that I needed to be someplace else and leave, and Lucy would definitely understand. Besides, I was sure Marnie wouldn’t let any of her bridesmaids pick something hideous to wear to her wedding.

I stood up and moved to find Lucy, only to see her emerging from the fitting rooms. She wore a dress that was so frilled and so goddamned orange, I had to laugh.

Who in their right mind would even think to try that on? Lucy, that’s who.

“Don’t!” She glared, pointing at me from a distance as soon as the first sound came out of my mouth. I did my best to contain my mirth and finally noticed that she had Marnie—wearing a bridal gown—with her as she purposely strode towards me.

Lucy said nothing else, merely grabbed my wrist as she passed and, suddenly, I found myself having to keep up with her gaziantep escort pace just as Marnie was doing. My friend paused only long enough to ask the sales lady where their restroom was and quickly headed there, finally letting the two of us go once she had closed the door behind her.

“Tell her what you just told me,” Lucy said to her almost sister-in-law, who was looking at her with the same confusion that I was feeling.

“You look like an orange-frosted cupcake in that dress?” The redhead replied uncertainly, clearly having no idea what was being asked of her.

Again, Lucy shot me that look, and I knew better than to laugh again, no matter how much I wanted to.

“No. About Jamie.” She clarified to Marnie.

“Okay,” the younger woman said, still looking puzzled. “Well, her dress was lovely!”

This time, Lucy couldn’t help tapping her feet as she gave Marnie an impatient glance. “No. About Jamie’s ex.”

“Oh, you mean how she’s been harassing Jamie lately?” Marnie’s voice was actually excited, like how game show contestants responded when they were sure they had the answer right.

How that topic would even come up in their conversation, I wouldn’t know—unless my blonde friend had been prying.

I stared back at Lucy while she waited for my reaction. Well, what did she expect? It wasn’t like that information fixed anything.

I had stopped thinking there was something going on between Jamie and her ex on that same Thursday night when the two of us had imploded. Jamie’s reaction alone told me as much, once I had calmed down enough to think about it. But that wasn’t exactly why I wasn’t seeing her anymore, was it?

My jealousy had stemmed more from the fact that I wasn’t really sure that Jamie wanted me beyond the sex. Knowing that she wasn’t having sex with her ex didn’t change that one bit.

Still, I felt like I had to say something now, and I latched on to the part in Marnie’s sentence that had at least piqued my curiosity.

“Harassing her?” I asked, drawing Marnie’s eyes to me.

She looked uncomfortable all of a sudden, realizing that she had just shared information about her friend with two people who probably had no business knowing about it. She nodded anyway, having already said as much.

“Look, it’s really not my place to say—,” Marnie started, her green eyes darting around nervously, and I was ready to leave it at that.

But Lucy wasn’t.

“Harassing her how?” The blonde pressed, not catching the look I had sent her way.

For a moment, Marnie suspiciously eyed us both before deciding to answer.

“Calling her, showing up at her work,” she told us, her disdain for Jamie’s ex, clear. “A couple weeks ago, Jamie had to call the cops because the woman wouldn’t leave her apartment building. Of course, she’d already left by the time they got there.”

I couldn’t help but flinch as a wave of guilt hit me, realizing that I had been there when that was happening. I could have done something. I wasn’t sure what, exactly, but—knowing what I knew now—anything would have been better than just driving away and leaving Jamie to deal with that woman alone.

Marnie folded her arms and fixed me with her gaze upon my reaction.

“I take it you’re the girl Jamie’s been seeing recently?” She asked cautiously, almost as if she wanted me to say no.

“Shit.” She sighed audibly when I nodded. Then, she visibly straightened as she leveled with me. “Look, Shaie, Jamie’s had it a bit rough. Her last relationship was so messy and abusive, she’d given up on dating altogether after that, which was why I was so glad when she told me she was trying again, but—”

I didn’t hear the rest of what Marnie was saying as something suddenly clicked inside me, hitting on what had really been at the core of my frustration with Jamie.

All this time, I had been stupidly judging her efforts by my own standards to the point that I was blind, but now I saw it all clearly: Jamie had been trying. She did want me.

I felt free, all of a sudden. It was as if some shackle had been unlocked and there was nothing holding me back now from wanting to be with Jamie.

“Christ, Shaie, no! Haven’t you been listening?” Lucy said exasperatedly, taking one look at me and correctly guessing my thoughts. “This isn’t just dating for Jamie. This isn’t like riding a bike for her; it’s like trying to get back on the horse!”

“A horse that threw her off and then kicked her around a few times,” Marnie nodded beside her.

I looked at both of them blankly, not sure what they were trying to tell me with that analogy. To be fair, I could be very singular of thought and all I could think of at that moment was how much I wanted Jamie.

Lucy touched my arm in an effort to get me to pay attention.

“It won’t be easy for Jamie.” She told me. “Which means it isn’t going to be easy for you either.”

“So, what, are you saying I shouldn’t be with her?” I asked, every fiber of my being already rejecting that idea out of hand, and Lucy shook her head.

“I’m saying don’t be impulsive,” she clarified, fishing her car keys out of her pocket and placing them in my hand. “Go home, Shaie. Think about it. You can’t do casual with Jamie. Are you sure you’re ready to take that on?”

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You are now completely naked as I lead you to the bed. I have you lay in the very center, and I take your hands and bind them together above your head. Then I run binding from the legs of the bed to hold your wrists down. I bind your feet similarly, but separate, so that your legs are conveniently apart. Then I go into the other room for the props I’ve collected the past week. I have a large, soft feather, which I lightly run all over your skin, down your arms, across your face, over your breasts and stomach, down each leg.

You are getting denizli escort more and more aroused, frustrated. I move on to the peaches. I open the small can of peaches and remove one slice. I run it past your lips, smearing them with the syrup. I put one end in my mouth and move close to you, and you take the other end in your mouth, and we eat the slice together, and our lips meet at the end. I take another slice to your breast, allowing the syrup to drip onto your nipple. You are breathing heavier. I rub the peach all over your tit, then I clean off the sweet liquid with my tongue. I take another slice, balance it on your other breast, and slowly eat it off your flesh, my teeth grazing your nipple. I pour the last of the liquid in the can over your stomach and legs, and I rub it in like lotion. You’re a little squirmy at my touch, you are almost begging me to pay more attention to a certain area.

Not just yet, I tell you. I am lapping at your stomach and legs while massaging your breast aimlessly. You are moaning, it is encouraging. I set the empty can down and pick up a glass of ice cubes. I take a cube and without warning apply it to your breasts, and the sudden chill makes you jump. You gasp as I run it all over your body, and it melts quickly. I dip my hand in the nearby bowl of warm water and run that everywhere the ice cube touched. You are shuddering with shock and pleasure. izmit escort I position myself between your legs and breathe hotly on your already sopping wet pussy. You exclaim in anticipation. I hover a cube over and around your swelling clit, lightly at first, then soon I am assaulting it with the ice. It melts and drips down to mix with your own juices. I run the ice all over your pussy, and you thrust your pelvis despite your bindings.

I push the remainder of the ice inside you and it melts almost instantly. I dip my fingers in the warm water and slowly insert one into you. You gasp and moan my name. I ask you if you like it, and you say yes, I ask you if you want more and you say yes. I remove my finger and take another ice cube as before, chilling your flaming flesh once again. I return my hand to the water, then insert a warmed finger into you, and then another. I am finger fucking you slowly, rhythmically, and you are gyrating your hips with my movements. I turn my hand so that my thumb can work on your clit. I feel the walls of your pussy contract around my fingers, and I hear you utter something happily unintelligible.

I crawl up beside you and suck on your lips while my fingers continue to push in and out of you. You want to touch me, but your restraints are holding securely. I lick your body all the way back down, and I pick up our newest toy. It is the life sized, life like gaziantep escort rubbery kind. I rub the tip of it over your soaked opening, over your sensitive clit, and you still don’t realize what it is. Then I slowly push the head of it into you. I move just the head in and out of you, and you plead with me to fuck you fully with it. I rub your clit with my left thumb while my right hand manipulates the dildo. I hear you cum again, you say you can’t stand it, that it’s too good.

Slowly I begin to insert it all the way in, and I thrust it briskly. You are moaning so loud, and I look up at your face, your lips parted, your eyes covered. Your chest is heaving, and you are beginning to sweat a little. And as I look at you like this and listen to you enjoy it so much, I smile at how sexy the whole scene is. You ask me to stop or at least to slow, you are too exhausted to take much more, you say. In response, I prop myself up on my knees between your legs and hold the dildo to my pelvis as if it is my own flesh, and I use my hips to move the dildo in and out of you. I bend down and suck on one of your nipples while I thrust into you. You are crying out over and over in sexual bliss. I fuck you harder, I love to hear you scream.

You are trembling all over as I finally slow. I withdraw the dildo, it makes a slight squishing sound. I wipe your juices off it onto your breast and then lick them clean. You are quiet now, trying vainly to catch your breath. I kiss you gently and ask how it was. You tell me to untie you and I do. You remove the blindfold, your entire face flush. You tell me to turn away from you, and you place the blindfold over my eyes. You insist on returning the favor, and I gratefully do not object at all.

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STEPPING OUT

After a wild one night stand with Carina, Toni is beginning to reconsider her sexual orientation. In this final chapter she goes back to Carina’s apartment after work to discuss their future relationship as sexual desires rise to the surface yet again.

Toni had been writing for years, short stories for the most part but the novel she was writing had been redrafted several times because the characters didn’t seem to want to play along. Sometimes she felt as if she was merely trotting along behind them recording their conversations and actions for posterity. It was somewhat disconcerting to have a word limit of a few hundred thousand instead of a few thousand and there were times she found herself putting the novel aside just to pen a short story to feel as if she was more in control.

That evening Toni felt very much like one of her characters, knowing the path she intended to take and yet considering other options along the way. Sex with a woman had opened up her world in a whole new way. She’d found it frightening and a little daunting at first but then she’d found her rhythm and ultimately it felt more natural than doing it with a guy. A woman’s body was familiar to her, she knew the moves and yet the fact that Carina was also her friend troubled her. What if this killed a friendship? In that way women were no different to guys. You started off friends, became lovers and if you broke up then you lost not only a lover but a friend.

Toni let her eyes play over the restaurant. Customers ate and talked, drank and laughed just as they had the previous night and indeed every other night but it was different now. Her lover was working the other side of the room and every now and then she’d steal a glance in her direction and wonder if this could be maintained. It was one of her golden rules, don’t date co-workers and she’d just broken it big time, oh and there was that other rule that she didn’t date women. However that last one was more a suggestion than a rule.

She’d spent the morning in a class trying to focus on rewriting one of the passages her teacher had supplied and as luck would have it she chose a paragraph describing the feelings a man had for a woman. Her teacher had jokingly remarked that the women who chose that piece could change the gender to suit themselves. Toni had kept the gender and rewritten it to describe Carina in flowing prose that she had always considered silly. Secretly she was mocking the piece, trying to turn it into satire but her teacher had thought otherwise when Toni read out her paragraph.

“That’s amazing,” he beamed, “you’ve really made that come alive in a new way, I feel almost jealous that I haven’t met this woman yet.”

Toni blushed and not because of the praise, it literally was the way she felt about Carina at that point in time, drawn into her world with no thought for the consequences, hoping for the best and yet fearing the worst, unable to believe her luck.

She left college right after class with every intention of going home but instead ended up dawdling her way along a strip mall, she bought some food in one store and then found herself in a thrift store she’d been in only once before. She tried on some clothes and eventually bought a couple of tops and two bracelets, but some of the other clothes she’d looked at would have suited Carina and she almost bought a patterned shirt before changing her mind. Toni exited the store with her purchases and a sense that things were spiralling out of control.

Carina’s text took her by surprise and after a brief exchange she felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Carina still liked her and she almost went back to buy the shirt before changing her mind and going home.

It was sitting at home that really brought it all back though. It was here on the unmade sofa bed that she’d spread her legs for a woman and Toni laid down on the sofa bed with her nose about where Carina’s head had been. She could still smell a hint of her perfume and not long afterwards she drifted into a light sleep punctuated by sudden starts whenever a car went past. Eventually she got up and folded the sofa bed up and went through to try and do some writing.

However that was not meant to be. It seemed that all her inspiration had dried up, a familiar feeling and one she’d overcome many times in the past but today she felt no great desire to do any of the things to break through. She was still reliving the previous night, going over the things they’d said and done to each other and with each passing moment Toni felt a mixture of happiness, fear, and longing. Could this be maintained? How would it be in three months time when Carina left for Scotland? Would Carina change her plans or would it be Toni who did all the changing?

“Enough,” she told herself, “you’re thinking too far in the future, you fucked once. It might not happen again.”

And yet despite that very sage advice, Toni took more care with her routine when getting ready for work. Shower, manicure, hair and then her outfit. She dallied over her underwear drawer before opting for a sexy black denizli escort thong and matching black bra, just wearing the thong felt like an invitation and she chose the newer of her white blouses, even though the one she’d worn last night could still be worn tonight. She almost wore the same trousers until she decided on a whim to wear the mid length black skirt. Toni rarely wore skirts to work and now that she was wearing one it was back to the underwear drawer to find pantyhose, of which she had precious little choice, black or white and the black pair had a run in the ass. But Carina would be the only person to see that she mused as she knotted the tie and pushed it upwards.

“You look good enough to fuck,” Toni told herself as she took a selfie and sent it to Carina.

Carina: You look hot xxx

Toni stared at the selfie Carina had sent and felt a shiver run down her spine.

Toni: So do you, babe xxx

And yet despite that promising exchange there was no greeting kiss when she arrived at work but then again this was different she realised a split second later. Carina’s smile seemed warmer and perhaps suggestive but she wasn’t going to out her at work.

“Catch ya in the break,” Carina nodded at the counter, “you’re working the other side of the room.”

“Right,” Toni switched into the old familiar role of supervisor and subordinate, conscious that other women might have observed the greeting. Would they know or guess anything? Or was she just being paranoid?

It seemed the latter was the case when they both stepped out for a quick break. Carina drew her a little further away from the door and positioned herself so that she could see anyone coming out before Toni.

“We never talked about this last night,” Carina began, “I’m not about to out you.”

“Good,” she exhaled slowly, “I mean not that it’s a bad thing,” she looked past her, “I should but right now I’m confused.”

“I guessed that,” Carina nodded, “it’s okay to doubt and even change your mind. You’re still my friend and it might disappoint me but I could get over it.”

Toni didn’t register anything for a few seconds and then she glanced quickly over her shoulder and took one step closer and turned back to her. Both women stared at each other and then Toni leaned forward and kissed her lightly and gently.

“Thank you, I haven’t made up my mind yet but you just scored a brownie point.”

Carina smiled and kissed her, this kiss lasted a few seconds later but there was suggestiveness in the lingering kiss before she pulled back.

“So, what are you doing tonight? Fancy some company or are you going to write another chapter of your book?”

“Um, yeah,” Toni replied, “I mean yeah, we should go back, perhaps to your place?”

“My place?” Carina smirked, “you sure you’re ready for my place?”

“Why? How many women have you got stashed there?”

“None last time I looked, I tend to use the apartment for sleeping and eating, playtime is always in someone else’s apartment.”

“So, I might be the first?”

“You might very well be,” Carina replied, “and let’s be honest we do need to talk about what comes next in this story.”

It was a potent reminder that at some point Toni would have to make a decision and as they made their way back inside a few minutes later she resolved to keep her mind open. Life just happens her mother had told her once, in spite of yourself. The rest of their shift was uneventful apart from one customer who complained that the dessert was not to her liking and she told Carina in words that had Toni wishing she was able to empty the plate over her lap.

“What a bitch,” Toni fumed as they walked to the station, “I’d have dumped that dessert on her lap.”

“Ooh, you’re showing your dark side,” Carina nudged her playfully, “in Britain they have this cool saying for women like that, mutton dressed as lamb.”

That comment led to Carina’s recollections of Britain, a country she regarded as almost like a home away from home. Carina had lived primarily in Glasgow but had backpacked all over the country, staying in hostels and the occasional B & B.

“London is ridiculously expensive if you want to live there, the hostels were my cheapest option but the tube is actually quite easy to use, very similar to our system, the lines are all colour coded.”

She was still talking as they exited the station onto busy Armitage Avenue but slowed as they drew nearer to the charcoal grey frontage of Starbucks.

“The thing I loved the most though was their health service. I sprained my ankle doing something stupid and just turned up at the hospital thinking how much is this going to cost me? I sat for a bit,” she stopped at the corner of North Sheffield.

“But I was seen to and when I asked where do I pay they just said no charge, I was like why the fuck don’t we have that system here?”

“What’s the catch?” Toni nudged her glasses further up her nose.

“There is no catch,” she slipped a hand into the crook of her arm, “come on, we’re not far.”

Carina wasn’t gaziantep escort joking as she guided her around the corner into the tree-lined avenue. She lived in an apartment block not far from the corner. The red brick veneer looked as if it had been recently restored and Toni glanced over her shoulder briefly as they entered the building.

“I love it here, I must admit,” Carina nodded at the elevator, “it still has that village feel.”

“It must cost a bomb,” Toni replied.

“Not for me it doesn’t,” Carina pushed the button, “this apartment belonged to my grandmother, she moved over here after her husband died and stayed here until she died. Mom kept the apartment and stays here whenever she’s in town on business.”

“What does she do?”

“She’s an activist for a women’s group. Mom has written two books on gender equality and often gets asked to speak.”

“And what does your dad think about that?”

“Ah that’s a question without an easy answer,” she replied as the elevator doors opened.

They both stepped inside and Carina waited until the doors closed.

“Mom and dad have their arrangement, a variation of don’t ask, don’t tell,” she leaned against the back of the elevator, “they each have their lovers but are polite enough to not to embarrass the other, she has a lover in Chicago, he has a girlfriend in New York.”

Toni took a moment to process the information before asking the obvious question.

“So, why are they together?”

“Convenience for one,” Carina’s eyes flickered to the doors as the elevator stopped, “I guess for them it’s acceptance that monogamy doesn’t suit them but it doesn’t mean they can’t stay together for financial and other reasons,” she stepped forward as the doors opened.

“Maybe one day that might change, but it’s been that way for the last few years so I can’t see it changing any time soon,” she glanced across at her.

“Don’t worry, it’s not a genetic condition, I’m very monogamous.”

Toni felt a surge of relief as Carina unlocked her apartment and waved her inside.

“So, how do you feel about it?”

“I got used to the idea but I still think it’s weird.”

“You and me both,” Toni stared at the pictures in the hallway, “is that your mom?”

“That’s mom,” Carina locked the door, “it was taken by her boyfriend, he owns a photography studio that specialises in glamour pictures,” she unbuttoned her coat.

“That’s how they met up,” she parted the coat.

“She chanced across his advertisement and booked herself in for an appointment, I don’t know how it all happened because it’s not something I ask about but they ended up becoming lovers,” she hung her coat on a hook.

“Hang your coat up, I’ll make the coffee or would you like something stronger?”

“Coffee’s fine,” she started unbuttoning her coat.

Carina moved past her, leaving Toni alone in the hallway to contemplate the other pictures. Carina’s father looked to be the same age as her own father but with less hair and he had a severe look in his eyes as if standing in front of a camera was an inconvenience. Carina’s three sisters looked almost as beautiful as Carina. Two were older and the other was younger than Carina. It stood to reason that the mother was a feminist activist with four daughters she told Carina a minute or so later as she entered the kitchen.

“Yeah, there’s always plenty of oestrogen floating around the house at Thanksgiving, dad always wanted a boy, so much so that my youngest sister was called Charley when mom finally gave in and let him choose a name that sounded manly.”

“And he still works for the CIA.”

“Well he never calls it the CIA, officially he calls it the Company but these days he’s working for some private security firm as a consultant, but they’ve certainly got overseas contracts so I resort to the old don’t ask, don’t tell rule.”

“How does that affect you? All these open secrets?”

“It was one of the reasons I had to travel. I just wanted to get out and clear my head. I mean it’s not normal to live like this,” she loosened her tie.

“Normal marriages disintegrate if someone cheats on their partner, but my parents seem to treat it as just a different way of doing things,” she undid the top button of her blouse.

“But the other side of me thinks that there is some kind of twisted logic at work here. There’s no divorce settlement, she has her money and he has his money. They have a joint account for normal household expenses and sleep in separate rooms. The only time we’re all together as a family unit is for special occasions like Thanksgiving or Christmas.”

She leaned against the bench and studied a photograph of a city that looked distinctly European as she continued.

“It was Charlott who really helped me come to terms with it. She used to say we’re not our parents, we can only learn from our parents but we can only repeat their mistakes of our own free will,” she glanced at the coffee maker.

“It’s a German thing to be honest, they’re very conscious of their Nazi past.”

“So seks hikayeleri do you still see Charlott?”

“We email and like Facebook posts but Charlott is with someone else and I’m always careful about my contact with her. I was the one who left her after all, the mere fact that she’s still okay with me talking to her is amazing.”

“I think it’s amazing too,” Toni moved closer to the picture, “where is that?”

“Copenhagen from the top of the Round Tower. It’s an amazing tower with a walkway that just goes around and around until you get to the top. I went there twice, once during the day, which is when I took that picture and once at night when the observatory was open. Copenhagen is an amazing city, I actually lost weight because I was cycling everywhere.”

“You don’t look like you need to lose weight,” Toni glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

“Well I had put on weight in Germany, the girl I was rooming with used to cook because it was what she called therapeutic and because I was new in the country she used me as a guinea pig to try out all her recipes.”

“I’d love to go there,” Toni studied the photograph.

“Well it’s an hour and forty five minutes from Edinburgh to Copenhagen, and a fifteen minute journey from the airport to the city centre.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?” Toni turned towards her.

“I might be,” Carina ran a hand along the bench, “I’ll be staying with one of my cousins but if I brought a friend she’d be okay about that.”

“Until we started fucking.”

Carina chuckled at that and shook her head.

“It’s different in Britain, especially Scotland. There is homophobia wherever you go but they don’t have the same hangups as us Americans, we hide it all under the bed along with our whips and chains but they do talk about it there, and in European countries it’s even more normal.”

Toni propped against the small table by the wall as Carina made coffee. The open offer sounded tempting, a European vacation would certainly enable her to spread her wings and yet there was one thing she needed to consider.

“That just leaves one last question,” Toni mused as they sat down on the couch a few minutes later, “the elephant in the room.”

“Ah that,” Carina settled back against the couch and stared at the ceiling, “I wondered when you were going to get around to that one. There’s an old joke in the lesbian community, on the second date you turn up in a U-Haul truck,” her eyes flickered to Toni.

“Sorry, it’s a shitty joke.”

“But a funny joke though,” Toni nudged at her glasses, “the truth be told I feel myself wavering between two choices. I can either write this off as a brief encounter or I can embrace it and while I might not move in yet I’d be here a lot.”

Carina closed her eyes momentarily while Toni fidgeted with a ring.

“Can I suggest a third alternative?” Carina opened her eyes.

“What?”

“One day at a time,” she went on, “my mother’s boyfriend is an AA member, he’s been sober for over fifteen years and one time I asked him if he was cured. He just smiled and said no, he was just sober one day at a time. He’s never sworn off drinking for the rest of his life because he doesn’t know what will happen tomorrow. I kind of laughed it off at the time but later on I really thought about it and it makes sense. It’s why he can be in a relationship with a married woman who still lives with her husband, he might not see it as ideal but he can put up with it for a day at a time,” she shifted in her seat.

“So maybe that’s the third choice. You’re with me today but you don’t have to promise to be with me tomorrow, and if you wake up tomorrow and decide you still love me then that’s good, but if not then I can live with it. I’ll do the same for you and when I fly to Scotland the same rule applies, you’ll either come with me or stay behind. I’m not going to lead you down the path and I sure as hell am not going to follow you either. I want you beside me today as an equal but it’s a choice we make each morning.”

“A day at a time,” Toni leaned forward to look at her phone as it beeped, “it sounds too simple.”

“Frank calls it a simple program for complicated people. I don’t like working where I am now but I can put up with it one day at a time because I know it’s not forever. I can also commit to one person for a single day without worrying that our love might wither and die.”

“This third option actually sounds good but what about plans for the future?”

“There’s nothing wrong with planning for the future, we all plan for the future. Frank has his own plans too, just not a plan for mom but planning gives us something to aim for, what I’m talking about is our obsession with controlling every aspect of our lives. We can’t predict the future and we can’t live with fear or false hopes for the future.”

“I need to pee,” Toni stood up.

“Through that door, the door at the end,” Carina pointed.

It was such an insanely simple idea and yet as Toni emptied her bladder she felt as if Carina had pierced her with a diamond point, the logic was faultless and it worked on so many different levels. She hated her job but accepted she had to earn money, she loved her writing but often despaired of making it as a writer, she lived in eternal hope of meeting that special person and yet when she was in a relationship she became fretful and anxious.

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Preface

This story tells the changed life of Max, a man very disappointed by his previous relationship, who decides to turn his life around and look for the fulfillment of his deepest kinky sexual desires.

1. The escape

With mixed feelings, relieved and sad, I get into the car with only my most important belongings in my travel bag. Some jeans, shirts, socks and underwear. Obviously my laptop and my collection of CDs and DVDs. Not much but too personal to leave with her.

She hadn’t given me much choice. If I kept holding on to my special desires, it couldn’t go together anymore. I can’t really blame her. I am a separate one. I’m also entitled to my happiness, don’t I? We had grown apart in almost every way. It is better this way. Also for her. No more struggles.

First I drive to a small hotel in the wooded area where we sometimes went for a walk. I have provisionally booked for 7 nights. I’ll see from there. I have a nice buffer of money to sing it out like this for a few months. I opted for a small hotel with a kitchenette in the room so that at least I don’t have to eat out expensive every night on my own. Moreover, the fun is over quickly. I remember that from the times when I had to stay in hotels without colleagues for months on end.

After checking in with a friendly middle aged lady on reception, I find my way to my room. A cozy room with a double bed and a small kitchenette with 2 electric hobs. Fortunately, there is also a microwave. I will use it a lot!

The bathroom has a nice shower cabin.

Now do some shopping and then install the laptop. At the reception I check whether it is possible that I can wash my clothes, which is indeed possible. There is a washing machine in the basement of the hotel. Beautiful.

In the village I get some simple things to eat and drink. A ready-made meal, bread, spreads, fruit juice and some beers.

With the plate of stamppot endive on my lap, I zap through the channels on the TV and hang around a funny episode of Ally McBeal. I don’t feel like doing anything other than watching TV. I’m exhausted. Probably because of all the emotions.

There is good WIFI and I check my email on the phone. Installing the laptop will come tomorrow.

Seated on the bed with 2 pillows under my head, I watch TV for the rest of the evening.

I fall into a deep sleep and wake up in time to go to work. Unfortunately, that also continues even though my mind is not at all.

The drive to the office also gives me some time to realize that my life has now changed. I don’t quite believe it yet, but I’m free. Free!

Free now means single for now, but I hope it will not stay that way.

After a quiet and etiler escort bayan short working day, I drive back to my hotel mid-afternoon. In my room I connect the laptop and connect to the WIFI. Now find out what the possibilities are to get my life back on track. I would love to find someone who is like-minded. Preferably a steady relationship with a woman around my own age. That feels the best. I have been thinking about relationship agencies for a while, but nowadays they are available and available online. Because I didn’t dare to look it up at home on the shared PC, I bought my own laptop. That should work without my ex’s prying eyes.

After some searching I find two online dating sites where people who are looking for something special in the field of sex and who are also looking for a partner for a relationship.

On a Dutch site I can mainly search in the Netherlands and on an international more broad site I can also hope to find foreign women. Of course I am looking for something very specific so I am very curious if I can also specify that in my profile to be created. In addition to all kinds of information about lifestyle and hobbies, I can now also express my sexual preferences. Bingo!

Although I cannot give everything I want, I still feel that this way I could find someone who is a match on a sexual level as well as hobbies, lifestyle and interests.

I will describe myself briefly and also mention that I enjoy traveling, hiking, good books, eating out and music. I also mention that I am a good listener and that I have a meek character. That’s what women should fall for, right?

And then the sexual matters come up. I tick the boxes kinky, bondage, dominant / submissive and watersports. I am slightly submissive myself because I like to be forced to do kinky things. With SM and therefore pain I have nothing at all and I don’t feel the need to hurt my partner, even though she likes it so much. A smack on the buttocks is still fun, but it really shouldn’t go further.

One of my preferences, poo sex or scat, unfortunately is not listed on the Dutch site, but on the other one it is. I therefore hope that a match on the ticked preferences is sufficient. Actually, I assume that women who put the same check marks are also more open to other experiments. Hopefully there are also women on the other site who live in the Netherlands or a little near the Netherlands.

Now then to finalize my profile where I will upload a nude photo of myself in front of the mirror. After all, it’s a dating site with an emphasis on sex. I have to take that picture first. I undress and stand naked in front of the mirror and naturally hold my tummy pendik escort bayan in. I take a picture of myself in the mirror with my cell phone and make sure my face is out of frame. That will come later when I get in touch with someone.

I add the photo to my profile and at that moment I get a kind of butterflies in my stomach. I got terribly excited. Filling in my preferences, writing a short profile about my further interests and the hope of a match has awakened the necessary fantasies in me. I am still naked and walk to the mirror with the sink underneath. I decide to jerk off to myself. That doesn’t take too much effort. Within a minute I cum heavily moaning and a good load of cum squirt into the sink. That was badly needed!

To congratulate myself on my new step, I decide not to cook something myself and go to the Chinese in the village to get a bowl of nasi goreng with satay. I call to place the order and when I arrive it is ready for me. In the hotel room I’m just in time for a new episode of Ally McBeal. Not really my type of program but it fascinates me enough to start taking it. So I will try to be in the room around dinner time every day so that I can continue to watch the series without missing anything.

After dinner I am very curious about existing profiles of women on my dating sites. I fill in some search data and start browsing. That disappoints me a bit. Although I did not expect that there would be much to find, the range of interesting ladies is very limited. The only real contenders only live a bit too far away in Germany. All the way near Potsdam. That might be nice for once, but if it really worked out, one of us would have to move. I would rather not do that because of my good job. So on the international site I find women who match very well but who all live too far away. Not one in the Netherlands unfortunately.

Because I could not express all preferences on the Dutch site nor can I look them up, I have to hope that the women I want to approach are open-minded enough for my extra hobbies. In any case, they are all in for kinky games and water sports. I am quite charmed by two ladies. A lady with exciting lingerie on her profile photo from Groningen and a lady without a clear photo from Harlingen. Two bare legs on a beach with cocktail on a little table. No faces in the photos, of course. Both not too far away. I decide to work on it immediately and send them a first message via the Dutch website.

It only takes about ten minutes for the first response to arrive. That is nice and fast. Yvonne from Groningen wants to know more about me and asks me for a more extensive story about myself via email. Of course I don’t taksim escort bayan want to keep her waiting long and let her know that I will start right away. I write out what kind of relationship I come from, what kind of work I do and go deeper into my interests. I also ask her, so as not to be too intrusive, if she would like to read more details about my sexual desires. I immediately ask her whether she wants to at least describe that in her answer. Of course I am most curious about that. I also propose to meet her over dinner.

The proposal for a dinner is good. She immediately makes a proposal for a nice restaurant in the city center of Groningen. She had already been there regularly and would like to meet with me there, provided that the email exchanges continue to give a positive impression. Yvonne further writes that she is an executive secretary and that her previous relationship has ended. Her ex-husband did not want to meet her wishes to handle her firmly in sex and to be her master. I am excited by this description but I have my doubts whether this is a match. Being a master once might be fun, but my feelings are mildly submissive when it comes to these kinds of things. Not that I need to be continuously commanded now. But a woman who occasionally forces me to do kinky things under loving pressure is more my thing. I decide to answer this anyway in the hope that she can give it a positive twist. Maybe we can vary it a bit. As long as there doesn’t have to be any pain involved.

Her answer comes after half an hour. She is really looking for a man who can handle her firmly and doesn’t see any point in seeing me in a submissive role every now and then. Good friends and a thank you for your interest. And good luck with the search. That’s too bad. I write to her that I understand and that I wish her luck too.

Two days later the reaction of the woman from Harlingen follows. Her name is Mieke and she is up for anything. Her hobbies are also traveling and especially exciting adventures. She makes no bones about it. In addition to looking for a permanent kinky relationship, she is also in for a one-night stand. Well, if it doesn’t work then it doesn’t harm, right? She has sent a nice picture of herself. Again on the beach, but not just legs and a cocktail. The photo was taken on the beach of Makkum. I had been there once. A man-made beach on the Ijsselmeer. A nice place where she lives not far from.

What she also writes is that she has a Bed & Breakfast in the countryside near Harlingen and whether I also need shelter for a longer period of time. She has a small farmhouse between the meadows close to the seawall and has one room left and would like to rent it out for a longer period of time. It immediately starts to itch because something like that would of course also be ideal. A hotel is a bit more expensive.

I decide to respond positively to this and propose to take a look. If it clicks between us, it is also a bonus. I send a photo of myself and I am very curious how this will continue.

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This is the third chapter of “My Fantasy Weekend”. You might find it beneficial to read chapter 1 and 2 because all these chapters will lead into the next.

*

Our little surprise shopping excursion into the lingerie department was initially stressful, but ended up being a success. I have to pat myself on the back for not running out of there when I wanted to even though I was hopping mad at Julie for springing it on me, and then, embarrassing me in front of the sales girl. In the end, it turned out much better than it could have. I wasn’t even upset that Cathy, the sales girl, now knew for sure that I was a panty kind of guy. I mean, why would any of it matter now given the fact that she helped me pick some out. And besides, I got a nice blow job in the dressing room to cap it all off. So, as far as I was concerned, the shopping trip was a definite success.

As we walked through the mall, Julie suggested we stop at the Food Court for some fries and a cold drink before we headed back home. Heavens knows, I could use a rest after what I had been through, so, we strolled into the food court and waited in line to get a snack and a drink. There were a lot of people in line, so we just chatted about work and general stuff until we got to the front to make our order.

When our order was done, we found a table and sat down to eat. After a few minutes we were joking about buying the panties, trying them on, getting a blow job and our new friend, the sales girl, Cathy.

“Greg,” she asked, “Let’s just say I told you to go into the dressing room with Cathy to try on your panties, would you have done it?”

“That’s an unfair question,” I told her, “you heard her say guys weren’t allowed to go into the women’s fitting rooms.”

“I know,” Julie said, “but, she also said that women CAN go into the men’s fitting rooms. After all, I did. That’s how you got your blow job, remember?”

“Yeah,” I answered, “it was a good one, too. By the way, thanks.”

“So, back to my question,” she said, “hypothetically speaking, since she’s a lingerie professional, would you have gone in there with her if you could have?”

“I don’t know.” I said. “Maybe, it all depends. Would you let me do that?”

I reminded her that I would have to be partially naked in front of her. Not to mention the fact that that I would undoubtedly have a hard-on.

“You know, Greg, it would be a safe way to live out your exhibitionist fantasies. Think about it – if she willingly went in there with you under the pretense of you trying on panties, doesn’t it stand to reason that she’s accepting the fact that you’re going to be naked in front of her?”

I saw where this was going and decided I wasn’t going to spar with her on it. We had talked about my exhibitionist fantasies before. Quite recently, too. She dared me to let her friend catch me naked when she spent the night with us last week. Julie went as far as to tell me she would set it all up so it looked like an accident and was sure her friend would take it in stride. And, I almost went for it. The only thing that held me back is that we see her all the time, I mean usually twice a week, sometimes more.

Of course, Julie said because she was there so often, that’s exactly why it would work. In fact, it was almost inevitable something like that would eventually happen. Her reasoning was actually very logical. The more times she was over, the greater the chance of an ‘accidental exposure’. All I had to do was play along. I was still reluctant, so she backed off and nothing happened. But, she didn’t drop it.

She kept bringing it up. Since it is one of my favorite fantasies, I didn’t mind her talking about it at all, in fact, I wanted her to keep brining it up. We started talking about it every night in bed. She used to say “I know she would love it.” or “I bet she would love to see you masturbate.” Julie even told me about a conversation they had where Julie told her I had a big cock and this girl said “I’d love to see it sometime.”

Between the strap-on, the panties and her teasing me about exposing my self with her help, I was living large and walking around with a hard-on all day. We were having more sex than we ever had, and it was better than ever before.

So, I answered her question. “Yes, sure, I’d go in there with her. I would undress in front of her and I might even jack off if I thought it was okay to do that.” I said. “That is, providing I knew it was okay with you.”

“What if I told you right now that it was okay?” Julie asked. I could see she was serious. I could tell by the absence of a smile and the look in her eyes.

“No problem, Babe,” I said, “you set it up and I’ll go for it. In fact, for that matter, next time your friend comes over, I’ll let you guys walk in on me while I’m stroking my cock. And if anything comes up, I’ll just let you deal with it.” Even though I was trying to call her bluff, I meant every word I said. If she was going to set it up for me, why wouldn’t I go bursa escort bayan through with it?

“Whoa, hold on there big boy. That’s awful close to a dare and you know I can’t turn down a dare.” She said.

“Julie, if you put me in that position and give me that opportunity, then I’m going to take advantage of it.”

Just then our private conversation was interrupted with “Hey, you guys!”

We both heard and turned to see Cathy, our lingerie sales girl, standing there with a tray from the food court.

“Oh, Hi,” Julie said, “Isn’t this a coincidence. We were just talking about you.”

Cathy apologized for interrupting and tried to excuse herself, but, Julie invited her to sit with us. I sort of picked up on the fact that Julie was trying to make me feel uncomfortable, especially after the panty buying experience. We chatted about the mall, and she told us all about working for a large retailer and how she was gong to school during the day and working from two o’clock until the store closed.

After about 10 minutes of just general conversation, Cathy told us how glad she was we came in today. “It was so boring before you came in,” she told us, “I had fun helping you. I really think it’s great when guys come into our section. We don’t get that many, except close to Valentines Day and Christmas, that is.”

“Really?” Julie asked. “You don’t get many men in there?”

“Well,” Cathy said, “Not alone, I should say. We do get some guys that come in alone, but, they usually say they don’t need help, or they turn and walk out when we come over to help them.”

“Do you think they are shopping for themselves?” Julie asked?

“I don’t know, I’ve never really asked a man that.” Cathy answered, “Actually, I think that’s kind of cool, though.” Cathy looked down into her plate and scooted her food around while we all sat there silent for a second or two. Then she said “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” Julie said, “When we left we both said how much we enjoyed having you help us. I think Greg enjoyed it, too. Didn’t you honey?”

I nodded my head and smiled at Cathy.

“In fact,” Julie went on, “Greg was saying that the experience he had with you was so good that he felt like he might even come in by himself some time. Maybe you can give him some fresh ideas.”

Cathy perked right up when Julie told her that. “Oh, that would be great, I can show you all the really cute things we have.”

“Greg, would you see if you can get me a strawberry shake over there for the drive home?” Julie said, pointing to an ice cream station in the food court.

“Sure, no problem.” I said. Without thinking about it, I got up and started to walk across the food court. After I was about 20 paces away, I started to think about the conversation Julie and I were having about trying on panties with Cathy when the girl walked up to us. I wondered if Julie was just trying to get rid of me for a while so she could try to arrange something. Seeing the long line for the ice cream station, I almost went back to the table. But, thinking better of it, maybe this was a good thing. Maybe the best thing I could do would be to stay away for a while and see where this leads.

I stood in line for a good 10 minutes before I got to the front of the line for Julie’s shake. Every now and then I nonchalantly glanced over to see what they were doing. Sure enough, they were chatting, smiling and laughing. Then, it looked to me like Cathy was writing something down. Now, that’s interesting. What would Julie be telling her that Cathy would be writing down? I finally arrived at the head of the line and ordered the strawberry shake. I turned and saw them talking again, but now they were bending in close together and my heart started to beat quickly. Was Julie setting me up?

I finally got the shake and made my way back to the table where Cathy and Julie were sitting. “Hey, Sweetie,” Julie said, “thanks for waiting in line for me. Guess what? Cathy told me she would do some looking around to see if she can find some different things you might like from the lingerie department! Maybe you can get some new ideas on styles, colors and things.”

I wanted to make sure I played this exactly right. What could I say that was supportive, appreciative and left the door open for me?

“Cathy,” I said, “that’s very generous of you and I don’t know what to say. This whole thing is a little, well….. embarrassing for me, and it’s nice of you to offer to help. Thanks a lot. Really, I mean it, thank you.”

“Oh, don’t mention it, Greg. It will be a lot of fun and we’ll see if we can find you some really cute things.” She said. Looking at her watch, she started to quickly gather her belongings saying that she had to be back to work in five minutes.

We said our good-byes and she turned to leave. As she walked away, Julie turned to me and smiled. “Well,” she said, “I think the ball is about görükle escort to be in your court now, Sweetie.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked her.

“Cathy and I had a little talk while you were kind enough to get my shake.” She said.

“Well, I figured that part out already.” I told her.

Julie proceeded to give me the blow by blow detail of their conversation. I listened patiently as she told me everything.

I guess it started out by Julie telling Cathy how much she appreciated her giving me a good shopping experience today. In return, Cathy told her she thought it was really fun to help a male customer that was shopping for himself, and added she would love to do it again. Julie told her that I was starting to wear panties everyday and we were having a bit of a hard time finding panties that would hold me in all the time. At first, Cathy didn’t understand, but Julie told her that I was ‘bigger than average’ and I always seemed to have problems keeping my ‘private parts’ inside the panties, which is actually the truth.

Cathy asked what style I had been wearing and Julie told her that up to now, I had been wearing her bikini style panties. Cathy told her that maybe what I needed was something with more coverage, something bigger than a bikini. Julie told her that she liked it when I wore the bikinis around the house because it shows me off better, especially when I get hard.

I thought Julie was BS’ing me and I asked her if she really said that. She told me she did, and according to Julie, Cathy thought it was hilarious. But, Cathy also told her she totally understood, and maybe what I needed was a style I could wear to work under my regular clothes, and then some I could wear at home when it was okay to be more daring. Julie fully agreed. What I really needed, she said, was a full supply of my own undies – some for work and some for play.

I was shocked when I learned she told Cathy that I might be “discovering my feminine side” and she wanted me to feel free to explore that. Additionally, she confided in Cathy that I was extremely embarrassed to shop by myself. What I needed was someone who knew about lingerie, someone I could talk to openly about what I wanted to wear and someone who would understand the sensitive nature of a man going through all of this. Lastly, Julie told her that even though I couldn’t admit it yet, she thought I needed to explore all the offerings of the lingerie department and not just concentrate on the panties.

Julie admitted to me that she stretched the truth a little bit. “A little bit?” I asked. “My feminine side? Where the hell did that come from?”

Julie reached out to put her hand over mine and said something which I totally feared. “Honey, well, it kind of makes sense, doesn’t it? You’ve graduated to wearing panties everyday, and now, you’ve bought some of your own. You’ve been enjoying the strap-on and you told me that you’ve had some bi-curious thoughts. That sure sounds a little feminine to me. Now, don’t get me wrong, Sweetie, I don’t mean any of that negatively. The truth is… I’m actually pretty damn proud of you.”

I looked directly at her. In the brief instant that it took me to replay the significant events of the last several months in my head, I had to admit that it might look that way. But, was it true? Did all this add up to mean I had a feminine side and was trying to discover it?

Julie told me that Cathy immediately volunteered to help, saying that we could come in anytime she was there and she would dedicate herself to helping me fill out my wardrobe. That was exactly what Julie wanted to hear, but, “There’s still a small problem” Julie told her.

“What’s that?” Cathy asked.

Julie told her she felt it was better if I did my shopping alone, so that Julie didn’t influence my interest and selections. “No problem,” Cathy said, “just send him in and I’ll take care of him personally.”

“That’s great,” Julie said, “But, does that mean you’ll go into the fitting room to make sure everything fits for him?” Cathy reminded Julie that men weren’t allowed in the fitting rooms.

Julie suggested she might have to go into the men’s fitting room with me. “Oh, no,” Cathy told her, “I can’t do that. It’s against store policy. If one of the men’s department associates saw a woman sales associate go into their dressing room with a male customer, I could be fired on the spot.”

Then Julie asked “Well, how about a different store, then?”

Cathy started to catch on now. She asked Julie if there would be any problem with her doing that – being in the fitting room with me while I tried on different things. “I don’t see why not,” Julie answered, “If it’s standard policy across most stores to allow women that are shopping with men to go into the men’s fitting areas, I guess that will work. That is….. unless that’s too weird for you.”

Cathy asked her straight out “Let me make sure I understand inegöl escort this, you’re telling me it’s going to be okay if I’m in the fitting room with your husband while he’s changing clothes – trying on panties? You know he’s going to be, uh, uncovered?”

“Yes,” Julie answered, “I realize that, and it’s fine with me if you’re willing to do it.”

Julie told me Cathy’s eyes lit up and she started to smile. As Julie hoped, Cathy couldn’t agree fast enough to be my personal lingerie consultant. She was beaming at the whole idea and even asked Julie if this was on the level.

“Yes, Cathy,” Julie said, “I’m being totally honest with you. I know he’s going to be exposed, but, I trust him, and I think I can trust you, too. Oh, one thing you do need to know is that he’s almost always ‘excited’ when he’s wearing panties.”

“You mean ‘excited’ as in ‘erection’?” Cathy asked.

“That’s exactly what I mean, Cathy. Would that bother you?” Julie said.

“Heck no,” Cathy answered, “that wouldn’t bother me at all, not one bit! That would be just so cool.”

“Look,” Julie added, “he knows how to take care of that if it gets to be too big of a problem. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell him. He knows what to do.”

“OH MY GOSH!” Cathy exclaimed. “That would be amazing! I swear I would be totally okay with it. I’ve never seen a guy do that, uh, all the way. Are you sure he’ll do it in front of me?”

Julie told her I had something of an exhibitionist streak in me and she was sure I would be completely willing to be naked and masturbate in front of her. She also promised she would talk to me about not being a problem and doing exactly what Cathy said while we were out.

Julie told me that Cathy was more than excited and eager to help out, in fact, now she had a lot more questions. She asked if it was okay for her to touch me while I was trying on clothes in order to check and adjust the fit. Julie told her that was fine. “Even if he’s trying on panties?” Cathy asked. “Of course,” Julie answered, “He needs to get the right size and we need to make sure his balls won’t come out of the leg holes and that his wienie will fit inside.”

“He’s bigger than average?” Cathy asked.

“Yes,” Julie said, “and that’s been part of our problem, he’s got a lot down there. When he gets hard, it’s worse, so you’re going to have to check for that and take his size into consideration when you’re checking for fit.”

“And, you’re sure he’s going to be okay with all of this?” Cathy asked. “Even, jacking off, uh, I mean masturbating in front of me?”

“It’s okay to say ‘jacking off’, Cathy, and trust me,” Julie answered, “he won’t complain a bit. He might be embarrassed at first, but that won’t last long. “

Julie paused for a minute and then asked “Cathy, I hope you don’t mind if I ask this, but, do you have much experience with men? How old are you, can I ask that?”

“I’m 18, and no, I don’t have a lot of experience.” She sighed and told Julie that with school, working and her irregular personal schedule, she didn’t date much. “But,” Cathy said, “I’m not a virgin if that’s what you mean.”

Julie told her it wasn’t that at all, but, she was kind of surprised that Cathy hadn’t seen a man masturbate to climax before, finally telling her. “Cathy, the more you’re around men, you’ll find out they masturbate, or, jack off, a lot. So, don’t be surprised about that – ever, and don’t be surprised if they want you to watch. And, I’ll tell you this…. you can learn a lot by watching them.”

“Like what?” Cathy asked.

“Well, for example,” Julie said, “how they really like to be touched. If you watch them, you’ll know how to touch them yourself. Personally, for me, I’ve never turned down the chance to watch any man stroke himself, and especially with Greg. I’m sure you’ll see what I mean. Besides, it will make him cum faster if you do.”

Finally, Cathy asked why Julie wasn’t the one shopping with me and why it seemed Julie was so willing to let me be naked and jacking off in front of her.

That was something I wanted to hear about, too, but, hadn’t asked up to now and I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, so, I just kept my mouth shut.

“Cathy, I’m going to tell you this in confidence, okay? And this is the complete and honest truth.” Julie told her.

“Okay. I understand.” Cathy answered.

Julie told her that she loved me very much, more than any other person she ever knew. Then told her how we had been experimenting with fantasies and different kind of things to keep our sex life fresh and new. About how I had granted her two of her greatest fantasies and frankly, she wanted to allow me the chance to try out some of the things I had fantasized about. Julie didn’t want me to go out to find a hooker or a mistress to do these things, so, she decided to take it upon herself to give me these opportunities so I wouldn’t have to go somewhere else for them. She added that if Cathy was willing, she could be a part of it.

My heart sank as she spoke. Everything came into focus and I saw my wife, my darling wife, sitting there with a tear in her eye as she touched my hand and said “Greg, I do love you more than you could ever know, and what I just told you is exactly what I told Cathy and is the honest truth.”

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This story is pure fantasy, real life doesn’t work like this, it’s just for fun. It starts off mild but may later involve all sorts of humiliating and kinky things.

Melinda pulled up to the curb, parking her car, curbing the wheels, and turning off the CD player i a few automatic motions. Even as she did, she was pulling out her cell, dialing up her office to make sure she had everything covered for the weekend. It was a Friday afternoon, but Melinda had not become one of the more successful businesswomen in her city by not being thorough.

When she was sure she had done everything she needed to do before starting her weekend, the 56 year old clicked off her cell, put it back in her purse, and emerged from her sleek red convertible. She strolled up the walk to her rural lakeside home, her high heels clicking on the concrete, humming a cheerful tune as walked.

Melinda Norris was a tall woman, easily 5’10” in her bare feet, and she had a figure that age had merely put a few extra curves on. With her long and still mostly-naturally blonde hair worn down her back, and a face that was marked mainly by laugh lines, she looked not so much younger than her age as a beautiful example of a grown woman. She worked hard to maintain her appearance, both because it was an asset in her professional life and because, as she was honest enough to admit to herself, she was vain about it and liked the attention she got from men because of it.

As she reached the front door of her house, and let herself inside, she called out, “I’m home!”

Silence was the response.

She stepped inside, and said again, a little louder, “I’m home!”

Again the only response was silence.

Melinda looked puzzled for a moment, looking around, but the house seemed normal, if empty and quiet. After a moment a disappointed look crossed the widow’s features.

She sighed, slipped off her high heels, and padded to the kitchen in her stockinged feet to get herself a snack, and as she entered the kitchen the lights came on and the air was filled with a loud yell of “SURPRISE!”

A dozen people were waiting for her in her kitchen, a huge banner had been spread across one wall reading: ‘Happy 56th birthday!’ and right in the middle of the crowd were five people she was especially delighted to see, her son Neil and his wife Jean, and next to Jean was Melinda’s daughter Cathy, and with Neil and Jean were her twin granddaughters Bethany and Briana. Standing beside Cathy was Cathy’s husband Steven.

“You-!” Melinda said, laughing in delight. “I was starting to think you’d all forgotten, or had something better to do!”

“Never, Grandma!” bursa escort bayan Bethany said as she hugged the older woman. “We’ve been planning this for ages!”

Along with her family were several close friends, and sitting on the kitchen table was a huge cake with 56 glowing candles.

“You know,” Melinda said as she sat down at the table, surrounded by her friends and family, “you didn’t absolutely have to put all fifty-six candles on the cake! That’s kind of rubbing it in!”

“Oh quit complaining, Mel,” her best friend Tina Stafford said laughing. “When I turned 53 you planted 53 signs advertising it in my yard!”

“Yeah, Grandma, besides, the candles are a challenge!” Briana said.

Uh oh, Melinda thought nervously, here it comes!

“Dare I ask what kind of challenge?” Melinda asked nervously. In her circle of friends and family, birthday parties were known to get a little wild and crazy.

“Simple, Mom,” Neil said from where he was preparing punch. “If you manage to blow out all the candles on your first try, we’ll let you out of your birthday spankings!”

Melinda’s jaw dropped.

“You’re kidding!”

“Nope, he’s not, Mom,” Cathy laughed. “You have a birthday spanking come from me, from Neil, from Jean and Steven, and from Bri and Beth, but you can spare your fanny if you manage to blow out all the candles!”

Melinda looked from daughter to son, to son-in-law to daughter-in-law, to the twins, and saw six evil if loving smiles, and sighed, “You’re not kidding!”

“Not a bit of it, they’re quite serious!” Tina said. “After what you did to me at my last birthday, I really want to see you get it, too!”

“So come on, Grandma!” Brian urged, “blow out the candles! Let’s see if you can do it!”

Nervously drawing a deep breath, Melinda stood up and leaned forward, and closed her eyes and blew as hard as she could!

A moment later she opened her eyes…and saw that there were at least a dozen candles still burning in spite of her best efforts. Amid the general laughter and teasing, Melinda said with a mixture of dismay and amusement, “I guess it looks like my poor fanny is in for a hot time!”

Before they cut the cake, they ate the catered meal that her children had arranged, and along with excellent sandwiches and soup there were bottles of good wine, which flowed freely. Even the twins, who at 19 were technically too young, were imbibing, but nobody seemed inclined to stop them. By the time the meal was over and it was time to cut the cake, most of the guests and the birthday girl were at least slightly tipsy, though nobody was really osmangazi escort quite drunk. The volume of the laughter had risen, the mood was lighter and less restrained.

After the meal was over, Neil and Cathy handed Melinda a knife to cut the cake, removing the now cold candles as they did, and Melinda served up slices of the chocolate cake to her relatives and friends, keeping a big piece for herself, a piece with a thick swirl of chocolate icing, and enjoyed every delicious, horribly fattening bite, vowing to herself as she did that she would go to the gym religiously all week to make up for it.

After the meal was over, it was time for the games, and everyone was tipsy enough that many inhibitions of dignity were fading fast. Tina said to the assembled group, “Since I was the last birthday girl, it’s my turn to organize a little fun for Melinda here!”

A general laugh rose. Melinda laughed too, but remembering what she and the others had done to and with Tina on her 53rd birthday, she couldn’t help but be a little nervous and afraid, ‘paybacks are a bitch’, after all, was an old saying because it was true!

“OK, first things first,” Tina said, “it’s Melinda’s birthday, and therefore I think she’s just a little bit overdressed. Melinda, I’ll leave it up to you, do you want to spend the rest of party in your birthday suit voluntarily, or do we have to do it the hard way?”

Melinda gasped and blushed, and said, “You’re not serious?!”

Tina and the others laughed and Tina said, “I’ll take that as a ‘the hard way’. Neil and Steven, you two hold her while Cathy and Jean and the girls do the honors!”

“Now wait just a minute-” Melinda started to protest, but even as she was she felt her arms being held, carefully but firmly, by her son and son-in-law, while her daughter, daughter-in-law, and granddaughters, with wicked smiles, approached her.

“Don’t you dare, Catherine Diane! I mean it, don’t you even try it-“

Melinda’s protests might have been more effective if she had been able to keep laughter out of her voice as the guys lifted her up, and her 34 year old daughter and 19 year old granddaughters began pulling at her clothing, her feeble struggles not giving them much difficulty at all. Cathy was unbuttoning her blouse, and Briana and Bethany had her skirt halfway down her legs in spite of her half-serious efforts to stop them, her son and son-in-law held her firmly, toes off the ground, so there was not actually that much she could do to stop her determined family from stripping her!

Melinda felt hands behind her, which she knew gemlik escort to be Jean, pulling off the blouse Cathy had unbuttoned, her son and son-in-law adjusting their holds on her arms to make it easier as she did, and then she felt Jean undoing the clasps of her bra! Cathy pulled the bra off from the front, letting her C-cup tits tumble out, and now the twins were busily pulling her pantyhose down and off!

Moments later Neil and Steven set her back on her now-bare feet, blushing hot and naked as a jaybird! They had even taken her wrist-watch for the sake of completeness, she was literally wearing nothing that she had not been wearing on the day she came into the world 56 years earlier!

Everyone ignored her sputtering protests, she had one hand covering her boobs and one hand over her crotch, as the crowd clapped and laughed and whistled.

“Give me back my clothes, you-!” she demanded, but that met with a loud roar of good-natured refusal.

“Sorry, Mom,” Cathy said as gathered up her mother’s clothes into an armful and dropped them into a bag, “but that’s just not gonna happen! In fact, you’re not getting any clothes back until Monday morning!”

“WHAT?!

“You heard her, Mel,” Tina said. “That was my idea, but your family loved it, it’s your birthday weekend so it just seems appropriate you spend it wearing your birthday suit!”

Melinda spluttered in dismay, but even as she did she felt her son Neil’s strong hands on her arms again, as he gently but irresistibly pulled her limbs away from her boobs and pussy.

“Relax, Mom!” he commanded. “Everyone here is over 18 and you don’t have anything other people don’t have, just go with the flow!”

“What, I have a choice?” Melinda asked wryly, her naturally ebullient sense of humor starting to catch up with her sense of sheer embarrassment. “How do you plan to enforce the no clothes rule all weekend, anyway, young man?”

“Simple,” Neil said, kissing her on the cheek. “Jean and I and Cathy and Steve and the girls are staying for the weekend, to make sure you don’t get dressed and escape!”

“Hold still, Melinda, this may tickle a bit,” she heard Tina say, and felt something on her belly. Looking away from Neil she saw that her best friend was using a magic marker to write on her bare belly!

“Happy…Birthday…Melinda….56…years….old….today!” Tina said as she wrote. It did tickle a bit but Melinda did not try to resist, knowing it was futile.

“Let me have the marker,” Jean said to Tina, and Melinda felt her daughter-in-law writing something on her bare buns!

“What did you just put there, Jean?!” Melinda demanded.

“Nothing you need to worry about, Mel,” her daughter-in-law giggled.

In fact she had written ‘spank hard’ across her mother-in-law’s bare bottom, for later, but nobody saw any reason to tell the birthday girl that.

“Now it’s time for the first party game!” Tina announced.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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2 – Hurry

Background/update

In my last story, my new subject Muffin and I had our first live session. He is slightly heavyset, 36 years old, about 5′ 7″ and 160 pounds. He is quite submissive and seems to be aroused by a number of fetishes, but he professes to be most interested in being gradually transformed into a sissy maid and forced to serve in various ways.

When we first started corresponding he did not have a girlfriend, although recently he indicated he has started casually dating a woman named Tammy.

The session I am about to describe comes two sessions after the one in my last story. The intervening session was fairly similar to the first one and included additional obedience drills. I’ve decided to omit describing them as somewhat repetitive.

By way of closing some open ends, Muffin completed all of the homework assigned at the end of his first session. He arranged a new e-mail address and bought me a nice keychain with Muffin engraved on it.

His journal of times touching his cock seemed a little incomplete and I rebuked him for this. He pledged to do better before the session I will shortly describe.

His gift to his girlfriend Tammy was a pair of back-seamed stay-up stockings. He asked her to go out for dinner and dancing and encouraged her to wear the stockings telling her he thought she’d look great in them. She apparently gave Muffin a hard time about his motives suggesting he thought she was easy.

She did wear them however and they had a nice time. Muffin reported that they “kissed a little” at the end of the date, but she broke it off before things went any farther.

One of his homework items for the session described below was to ask his girlfriend’s permission to make a further move with her during a following date.

Session plan

I have obtained a room at a designated hotel. Muffin is to arrive promptly at 5pm. I am wearing a tight, red knit, above the knee, cowl neck sweater dress, black leggings and shiny black stiletto knee boots. It is a very form fitting and sexy outfit. We will review prior assignments and will play a game to test self control.

* * * * *Session transcript * * * * *

Knock, knock

“Greetings Muffin. Come in, strip, and stick your wallet, keys, personal items and shoes in the safe in the closet next to you. Fold the rest of your clothes neatly, then crawl to kneel before me with your journal.”

I seat myself on the corner of the bed. Muffin crawls naked to a spot two feet in front of me. After about two minutes, without a word, I slide my left foot forward.

(Subject kisses the toe of the left boot I have extended) “Thank you mistress for allowing me to serve you.’ (Subject kisses the toe of the right boot) ‘It is my honor to serve you and all women.’

“Very good Muffin, it appears you are trainable after all. Please stand.”

Muffin stands, in place, head down.

I slip a blindfold over his head and adjust it.

“Can you see anything?”

“No Ma’am.”

“Good, hands above your head, close together.”

I stand and fasten him into padded leather hand-cuffs with limited play between the cuffs.

“Very nice Muffin, you may lower your hands. I see you have a hard little dickie for me. You must like being restrained in addition to all of your other weaknesses. The only good thing about this is it will be easier to lock this cock and ball ring on you.”

Mistress clicks a ring in place at the base of the subject’s cock and fastens it closed with a small padlock. A short length of leather with a small bell on the end of it has been knotted onto the ring and dangles between the subject’s legs. The bell gently tinkles when the subject moves.

“Kneel before me while I tell you a bit about our plans for today. I hope you got a good look at me in my very sexy outfit because it might be the last you see of me today depending on how you do. A friend will be meeting me here at 7pm and you have some tasks you need to perform before then.

As you may have figured out, in order to leave this room in any type of presentable manner, you’ll need to earn the key to the lock on your cuffs and the lock on your balls. You’ll also probably want the combination to the safe to get your belongings.

I’m sure my friend will be quite prompt and will probably get a good laugh at seeing you in whatever state you might be in, unless of course you earn your way out first. I’ve set the alarm clock for 7 pm so you’ll know when your time is up.

Lets start by reviewing your little penis journal shall we? I had some questions about the accuracy of it last time, so perhaps before I look you can tell me how you did. Can you tell me how many times you jacked off since our last session….hmmmm must have been just less than two weeks ago.”

“I have only jacked off twice Ma’am.”

“Twice? Really, in two weeks? A sissy like you I would have expected a number more like 20 times or maybe more. Why only twice? Were you sick? In a coma? Why?”

“Last session you escort bursa seemed to be angry at my lack of control. You said I came too quickly, so I practiced controlling my orgasms Ma’am.”

“Admirable, but I’m still not sure I understand.”

“I edged myself a number of times, but I only actually came twice. Once last Saturday after my date and then once yesterday, so I would be able to last for you today, Ma’am.”

(Opening journal) “Hmmmm. I see what you’ve done. This isn’t really what I had in mind. You seemed to have created a bit of a loop hole between edging and actually working yourself off to completion…..let’s see here, how many edges did you record….I count thirty one times does that seem right?”

“I guess so Ma’am. I’m sure you’re right.”

“Hmmm this really won’t do at all. If more control is what you want, more control is what you’ll get. You have brought this on yourself. Not cheating really, but I think a breach of my intent.

I think its time for a new rule related to your journal and handling of that tiny little cock of yours. Starting now you will only be allowed to jack yourself off three times in a week and no more than five times in two weeks. Never two days in a row either. Starting now there is no distinction between edging or cumming. If you touch it to make it hard, it goes in the journal and is subject to these limits. Clear?”

“Yes Ma’am, sorry Ma’am. I wasn’t trying to cheat. I thought I was doing something good, limiting myself and all.”

“Well there’s the mistake isn’t it. Thinking. Thinking with your little head too, no doubt. Let’s also change this journal. You don’t need to record anything other than your little wank sessions. It will be a jack-off journal I suppose.

When you record it I want lots of details– how you did it, what made you want to do it, what you thought about when doing it, how long it took, how you cleaned up, every detail of your little session. It will no longer be a private pleasure, you will share every bit of it with me.

Don’t even think of cheating, I will know if you don’t record every session and every detail. I can crack a sissy like you in a second. Your face and the lie detector between your legs would give you away. You’ve failed with this journal twice already. There won’t be a third time.”

“Yes Ma’am. I understand.”

“Well my plan was for you to worship my boots for one minute per orgasm, but clearly that won’t do. I’m not sure how to judge thirty-one edges if those should count more or less. I’m going to say you have seventeen minutes of boot worship, fifteen minutes for the edges and two for the actual times you came. You may start now, I’m sitting right in front of you. You may kiss and lick my boots, but do not slobber. Begin.”

Muffin begins actively kissing the toe, top and sides of mistress’ boot. His bell tinkles occasionally as he adjusts position. I flip though the journal for a minute or two then hike up my dress and begin gently rubbing myself through my panties and leggings – his mistake has given me a delightful idea, which I am sure will prove quite entertaining and I am aroused thinking about how he will respond.

After the allotted 17 minutes:

“That will be quite enough, you may stop. It’s time for you to answer a few questions. I’ve been looking at your journal and I think you need to provide me a little more detail about your two actual jack-off session. Maybe you can begin with the one last night where it says you were thinking about me. Why don’t you describe your fantasy in detail hmmmmm?”

(Blushing beneath the blindfold) “Yes Ma’am. I was just thinking of you and our last session. How pretty you looked at our last session, your sexy black stockings and the heels and I imagined that you had forced me to be your maid and to serve you and I kept thinking of what that would be like and eventually I couldn’t control myself and just came in my hand.”

“Do you think I like the fact you masturbated while thinking about me? Do you think that pleases me Muffin?”

“I’m, I don’t, I mean, I guess I’m sorry Ma’am.”

“You’re not sorry Muffin, don’t lie to me. I know pretty sissies like you get little submissive thoughts in your head and can’t control themselves. I know that. That’s why you’re all hard right now aren’t you. You’re hard from kissing my boot and hard because I’m making you kneel before me. I’m sure if I ordered you to cum on my boot you would beg for the chance to do it and then beg me to lick it up afterward. I know you are weak and have no control.

Maybe you should tell me about this little session after your date. With Tammy I suppose. Tammy “the four”, with the cute butt. Tell me about that session.”

“Um, well, yes Mistress, of course Ma’am. It was Tammy. We had gone out and it was nice and we went back to her place”

“You whacked off at her place? Really?”

“No its, well, Ma’am you….my homework was….you know, to ask for permission. So after the date we went to her place and görükle escort we were kissing and I asked her if it would be ok if I rubbed her breasts and well, she didn’t want to at first but then she said O.K. So I did and…..”

“What about her, did she take care of you? Did she give you a few strokes on the old sissy stick.”

(Red faced) “She did, she rubbed me there a little, but then just when it seemed like things might go a little farther she broke off and said that was enough. She said it was her period.”

“Hmmm. The old “on my period” excuse. I’ll bet. More likely she got a feel of your little thing and decided it wasn’t worth it. Could that be it?”

“I don’t know Ma’am. I hope not. Anyway she had me worked up, so I went home and rubbed one out.”

“Rubbed one out thinking about pretty Tammy. Tammy the four. I’m sure she’d have been very proud of that. She probably doesn’t get guys rubbing one out thinking about her very often. Maybe you should tell her? Tell her how hot she made you. I’m sure she’d help you out next time. What do you think?”

“I doubt it Ma’am. Tammy’s not like that too much.”

“She seems like she’d be a good tease and denial mistress for you. Would you like that Muffin? Would you like Tammy to control your orgasms? Make you beg for them?”

“I don’t think so Ma’am….she….I don’t think.”

“Do you know her phone number Muffin? Have you learned it?”

“Umm yes, yes Ma’am.”

“Good. Maybe I should give her a call and tell her what kind of boy you are. Tell her how much you like to serve women? How you whack off thinking about her. How about that…”

(Very nervous) “No, no please. Please don’t Ma’am.”

“I think maybe you should trade one of your locks for her phone number. What do you think of that?”

“Please Ma’am. Don’t do that.”

“Yes, I think that’s quite a fair trade. You give me the number and I’ll release your cuffs. That’s the deal. Stay in the cuffs or give me the number. You have a lot to do still and the clock is ticking. The number for a lock or you can decline and see what other opportunities present themselves. Which is it?”

(Head bowed submissively) “I’m sure I shouldn’t but her number is 555-1234, Ma’am. Please go easy on me, please.”

Bending down I unlock the hand cuffs.

“You need to trust me Muffie. I’ve always been fair and discrete. I might not even call her right away. I might save it for when you displease me and I’m sure you will sometime.

I bet she would like to know how you’ve been training to be a sissy maid though. As a budding T&D mistress she might like to know that. Maybe she’d like a little advice from me about how to control you, too. We could meet for lunch sometime….that would be a nice girls lunch. Me and Tammy the four talking about training our Muffin.

Look at you. Its making you drip isn’t it? The idea of your girlfriend and mistress ganging up on you? Dominated by two women.”

“Please, Ma’am. Please. It’s….I’m sorry.”

“Ohhh lookie at all that pre cum. You are so into this….”

(More emphatically) “Please, Ma’am, I’m begging. She wouldn’t. She’s…”

“Shhhh, shhhh, there, there muffie. I’m not interested in calling her right now. But it’s nice to know how much that worries you. It’s hard to believe but Tammy is another one of your weak spots. I’m going to need to think of another homework assignment involving her.

My goodness, look at the time. We still have a lot to do this session. Today I have a little game you need to play. Are you ready? Are you ready for a game?”

“Yes. I’m ready. Thank you Ma’am, about Tammy.”

“I wouldn’t thank me yet Muffin. I’ve made no decisions on that and I will call her when I please. Please pick a number between one and ten.”

“I’ll pick five Ma’am.”

“Good. So this is how this game is going to work. We’re going to get you dressed up in your sissy maid clothes and we’re going to practice some control with a little edging. It’s interesting that you had been practicing already isn’t it?

So you picked five, so that will be five times you will need to edge. After each edge, I’ll let you beg me for a piece of pretty sissy maid clothing. Here’s the thing though. Your total time edging must total 20 minutes over the five edges. Each minute you are short of that total you will need to spend five minutes standing in the corner like a bad sissy. Understand?”

“Yes Ma’am. Ok, begin when I say go. I want to see nice firm strokes. Say ‘edge’ when you are close, but don’t stop until I say stop. Go.”

Subject begins firmly stroking his shaft up and down as ordered. The little bell between his legs beats out an embarrassing steady jingling, tinkling noise as he does so.

“Edge”

“Ok Stop. Not bad, that was four minutes and twenty-five seconds. You have a choice now. You can take a two minute break and then beg me for a pair of frilly ankle sox or you can start begging now, and then rest until five minutes bursa otele gelen escort are up. In any case, you will begin your edge again in five minutes. Your choice?”

“I’ll rest first, Ma’am”

“Fine. Lean forward keep your nose pressed to the toe of my boot. I’ll let you know when the begging should begin.”

Two minutes pass in that position. I rub myself again at the sight of my naked submissive with his nose pressed into my boot. There was something very arousing about hearing the bell tinkle as he masturbated himself. I hadn’t thought how delightfully humiliating that would be for him. I love the sexual power I am developing, it’s very fulfilling. I can feel my juices start to flow.

“Beg me”

For a minute or so he begs along these lines. “Please mistress, please may I have a pretty frilly pair of sissy sox? I want them so much Ma’am. Please may I have them, Please?”

Mistress takes the frilly sox from a bag beside her and dangles them up to his lips, just brushing them. “Kiss them, thank me, and put them on. Then back to resting position with your nose on my toe until I say begin again.”

Kissing the sock as he takes it from my hand. “Thank you Ma’am. Thank you for the pretty ankle sox.”

Muffin commences putting them on, which is difficult with the blindfold still on and then resumes position as ordered.

“Begin your edge again.”

Subject sits up and begins firmly stroking his shaft up and down as ordered. Again the bell tinkles steadily in response to his submission. “Edge”

“OK. That was four minutes. You are up to eight minutes and twenty five seconds. Rest.”

Subject resumes resting position. I stick my hand down into my panties and begin fingering myself in my now very moist slot. I continued for almost three minutes. Towards the end I’m sure subject could hear a few moist squishy sounds as I pulled my fingers in and out of my very wet hole.

“Begin begging for earrings now.”

“Please mistress, may I have a pretty pair of earrings. It’s important for this sissy maid to look nice and I would really like to wear a pair of pretty earrings. It would make my face look very girly and soft. Please.”

“Enough. Sit up so I can clip them on you and then resume your resting position for about one minute.”

Earrings are clipped on, subject resumes his position. I roll down the top of my leggings a bit to improve my access. The faint scent of my arousal begins to float in the air.

“Begin”

Subject begins firmly stroking his shaft up and down as ordered. The sound of the bell is incredibly arousing to me as a symbol of his submission. I rub myself steadily and it feels amazing.

“Edge”

“Mmmm not so good that time. You’re getting behind. That’s only three minutes and 15 seconds, so you have eleven minutes and forty seconds with two more to go. You’ll need to average almost five minutes each to avoid the corner. Rest now. Try not to notice what I’m doing up here. Your submission is very arousing. I love a little sissy maid on her knees before me.”

I resume fingering myself making no effort to hide the pleasure I feel or be discrete. I moan several times and the squelching sound of my fingers is very obvious. As subject sits back up I can see that his hard on didn’t go down much at all.

“You may beg me for a bra this time.”

“Please mistress, please let me try a pretty bra. I’ve never had a bra before and I would be so proud to have one from you. Please Ma’am, I’d really like to wear a bra over my sensitive sissy nipples…”

“Put your arms out.” I fasten the bra around him.

“Resume your resting position.”

Seeing him with his nose pressed to my boot wearing a bra and sissy ankle socks is making my clit buzz. Its such a servile pose for him and his obedience and begging is effecting me much more that I had expected. I give myself a few more gentle rubs before telling him to continue.

“Begin.”

Muffin begins firmly stroking his shaft up and down the bell jingling at every stroke. I begin firmly rubbing myself as soon as he begins. He can’t help but notice the noise of my juices and gasps of pleasure.

“Edge”

“That didn’t take long. Two minutes and fifteen seconds. You are at thirteen minutes and fifty five seconds. I doubt you’re going to make it to the end. Go ahead and beg for your panties right now.”

His voice was a little breathy since he had clearly been holding his breath and straining to make it even as long as he did.

“Please mistress, please. Please can I have a pair of panties. You know how much I love panties. If it pleases you this sissy would like to wear panties for you. Please, pretty please…”

I let him keep it up for well over two minutes rubbing circles around my clit and occasionally laughing at him as he begs. Finally I rub the panties across his chest before placing them in his hand.

He’s dripping pre-cum and was evidently very close to cumming from his last edge. I help him a bit as he puts them on, still blindfolded

“Resting position. I’ll generously give you an extra minute or two.”

“Thank you Ma’am”

It may have seemed generous, but after he spends five minutes listening to me rub myself he may think otherwise. I lie back on the bed and briskly insert my middle finger and then another and another.

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I woke up with this story in my head one morning- I don’t know if it was a dream or just an idea, but I liked it so here it is.

“You can put your cold feet on me any time.” Matt and I wrote our wedding vows, and this was part of mine. I married a dairy farmer. Coming to bed in the middle of the night with cold feet is part of the job. Matt’s vows to me included something along the lines of, “Don’t take what I say when we are working cattle personally.” That got a laugh, and it turns out it was pretty good advice too. Matt isn’t a huge yeller, but working cattle brings out colorful language in most everyone.

My cousin Mia (a nursing student) had stopped by to visit us and our new-born baby. It was unseasonably warm for March, so she and I were sitting in the warm sun on the front porch, the baby napping between us in a car seat.

“How is breastfeeding going?”

“It was kind of painful at first, but I am getting used to it.”

“I got to follow a lactation specialist around for one of my nursing practicals.”

“How did that go?”

“It was interesting, how the whole process works, with your milk coming in and the difficulties new babies have latching on.”

“We haven’t had too many problems with that. This little one has gained a pound since birth already. I think I have enough milk for twins. It’s like my body is making milk out of pure love, ‘here is my milk-think of it as love.’ I suppose that’s the hormones.”

We basked silently in the sun for a few minutes, watching my husband, Matt across the yard in the corrals. After some gate-banging he headed our way with purpose. I shifted forward in my chair, knowing what was coming.

“Beth, Hon, can I borrow you for a bit?” Matt called out as he got close to us, “I need help sorting a pen of cows. Can you run the gate while Mia is here to watch the baby?” “Hi, Mia,” he added as an afterthought.

“Sure,” I got up and trailed after Matt to the barn where I found a pair of overboots and followed him into the corrals. Matt had me run a swinging gate while he funneled the cows towards me, sort of in single file. The idea was that I would use the gate to sort the cows either into a pen or the alley behind me by swinging the gate open to the pen or open to the alley. Most of our cows are gentle, so I mostly just moved the gate back and forth as Matt directed and the cows went were they were bursa escort supposed to.

When a spotted-faced cow I recognized as a mean one came running at me with the intention to go in the pen instead of the alley where she was supposed to go, I hurried to close the gate before I got hit by 1200 pounds of angry pot roast.

In my haste I slipped in the mud, well it wasn’t exactly mud- but it was slippery, and when I caught myself on the gate I jostled my breasts. Within moments, my nipples started tingling and my breasts tightened, ever so slightly. Soon the tingling had worked its way back to the base of my breasts and my breasts themselves were warm and firm. They swelled with the weight of my milk.

As soon as I had my balance back I was getting hand signals about the next critter headed my way. I swung the gate as directed until the pen of cattle had been sorted. We finished getting everybody where Matt wanted them, the ones close to birthing stayed in the corral and the others went out to pasture for the time being.

Afterwards, I slogged across the corral to Matt. By this time my breasts were so tender and heavy with milk, the slightest movement was painful. I walked gingerly, with my shoulders back so my arms wouldn’t brush against my sore titties.

“Check that out,” said Matt, gesturing at my shirt.

I glanced down. My nursing pads-the inserts for my bra to absorb excess milk-had soaked through and my shirt had two milk spots the size of coffee cups on it.

“And the baby probably won’t be awake for another hour,” I moaned. “My tits are so tight and so full it’s not even uncomfortable any more, it just hurts.”

We walked a few more steps and I could sense the wheels in Matt’s head churning. “Can I help?” he asked.

“What exactly do you have in mind?” This could be interesting, knowing Matt’s playful side.

Matt hooked his thumb towards the milking parlor and raised his eyebrows in question. The thought of my husband nursing hadn’t really crossed my mind before, but I had to do something or I was going to burst.

“Seriously?”

“You know I can’t resist your boobs, I want to try your milk. C’mon, it will be fun for both of us, I get a snack and you get some relief.” He gave me the look he knows I can’t resist, earnest, encouraging and playful at once. The look that gets him whatever altıparmak escort he wants.

The thought of feeding Matt my fresh breastmilk made my pussy tighten with anticipation. “We could try it, if that’s what you really want.” I didn’t dare let him know how turned on I was by the idea.

We ducked into the milking parlor and stepped into the adjacent office. I sat on the desk, facing Matt. He lifted my soaked shirt over my head and unsnapped the right side of my nursing bra, releasing my nipple and part of my breast. The nursing pad slid to the floor with a splat. A bead of milk clung to the bottom of my nipple and dropped onto my jeans. With a quick glance at me again to make sure I was on board with nursing a 30 something year-old man, Matt leaned over and licked my nipple.

He put his lips around my nipple and gave a little suck and a tug and then he opened his mouth and latched on. I felt his tongue slide around my nipple as he created suction with his lips. Matt began sucking in earnest, even using his teeth to pull my nipple and areola further into his mouth.

Gazing in to my husband’s eyes as he pressed his hungry mouth against my sweet swelling breast, I felt my milk come in again. This time the tingling encompassed my breasts and went down my stomach encircling my pussy. My breasts swelled again, so much this time I was worried about developing stretch marks on my hot skin.

“Baby,” I whispered as I rocked his head in my arm and stroked his forehead and hair.

Matt did his best to keep up, but he was no match for my milk. It spurted from several places on my turgid nipple into his mouth. He developed a suck-suck-swallow, nose-breathing routine that helped him keep up with the flow of milk.

I held my left breast in my hand to ease the weight on my chest. I gently stroked my breast through my bra exploring the different-ness of my lactating breast versus my pre-baby breast. I could feel hard bumps in the normally smooth underside of it. “Oh, my gosh, those are my milk ducts!” I thought.

My left breast was uncomfortably full. Matt had nursed enough from my right side to relieve the pressure, but my left breast was aching for the feel of his mouth. The nursing pad had slipped down under my breast and was doing no good at all, so I unhooked the nursing window over that breast görükle escort as well, catching the soaked pad as it slid out and tossing it in the garbage.

Milk squirted from my rosy nipple like a lawn sprinkler, hitting Matt in the ear and on the side of his face next to his eye. He released my right breast to look at me in surprise. He had milk in his beard and mustache as well as dribbling down the right side of his face. I laughed to see my husband’s face covered in my milk.

I mashed my thumb into my left nipple to try to staunch the spray, but milk dripped through my fingers, down my breast and onto my lap.

“Other side, Love. I am dying here.” Agreeably, Matt took my left nipple into his mouth and began suckling me. I leaned back on my arms, giving him plenty of room to find a comfortable angle. He stood between my knees and pressed his dick against my thigh. The baby was only a few days old, so sex was out of the question, but I thought I could find a way to give Matt some relief later.

From this angle, I admired the changes in my right nipple, now bright pink instead of my usual pale salmon color. It seemed larger now too, perched on the end of my full breast, the sunlight from the window making my erect nipple cast a shadow on my areola.

When Matt finally came up for air I asked, “What’s it like? What’s my milk taste like?”

“It’s watery but it tastes sweet, it’s delicious. I’ll give you a mouthful next time. There will be a next time, right?” He leaned into me, cupping my chin in his hand, and planted a soft milky kiss on my lips.

I loved this guy so much, I couldn’t think of anything I wouldn’t do for him. “I’ll be sure to save you some. The feel of you nursing was incredible.”

I sat on the desk with my depleted breasts peeking through my nursing bra. Matt lifted and caressed both of my breasts at the same time, running his thumbs across my extended nipples. “You are amazing, you know that, right?” He re-attached my nursing windows and I slipped my soaked shirt back on.

As we came out of the milking parlor, I could hear the baby whimper in hunger across the yard. The familiar tingling sensation started again in my breasts and my milk came in, yet again. My body was eager to feed my loved ones my sweet milk.

Once the newness of breastfeeding wore off, I didn’t produce milk quite so often, but I made sure Matt got his bedtime nummies. We enjoyed breastfeeding so much I ended up feeding Matt every night after the baby went to bed and then for half a year after I weaned each of the babies. It was a great weight loss plan-for me anyway, and I loved falling asleep with my husband’s nose pressed into my soft breast every night.

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The Azra-El Series

Arc 2: The Hela Empire

Book 1

Chapter 19 won 1st place in the March Reader’s Choice Awards!

Note to new readers: This is the second arc of the series “When Angels Cum” (It was a troll name). I suggest you read that one, before coming back to this. Trust me, the story is good (xD), though it may be a little lackluster at the start, as I was still growing as a writer; I still am growing, hopefully.

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Obligatory Warnings:

1. This chapter contains the events of “The Day the Darkness Glowed”, and a look into the lives of some of the angels, after the tournament. Chapter 1 of Arc 2 starts after a time-skip of 7 years.

2. One lesbian sex scene towards the end, between Jie Er and Rebecca. If that is not your thing, feel free to skip it. Except for the conversation before the scene starts, it is not essential to the story.

3. I’ve said this before, but I wish to clarify that the ideologies and thoughts of the characters are their own. They do not necessarily reflect on my own thoughts.

4. The response to the comments section is extra-long this time, owing to the overwhelming response that I received for Chapter 19. So, this chapter is a tad shorter than it looks.

Clarification on pronouns w.r.t Blaze

In universal perspectives, Blaze will always be a “he”. In the perspectives of angels who know him as an unnatural, he will be a “he”. In the perspectives of other angels, he will be a “she”.

I shall put up a poll on this in the comments section. Please vote.

Lore

Evolution on Azra-El

One of the first questions Blaze had when he began to understand life on Azra-El was how creatures evolved, or rather, how there came to be a variety of life on Azra-El. “God” was an answer, but it was not enough for his scientific mind. Jie Er gave him a gist, but it was from Fiora that he got the real answers.

Evolution on Earth is mostly genetic, passing on desirable characteristics over generations. Creatures on Azra-El also pass down desirable characteristics over generations, but as most life is asexual, the primary process of evolution occurs through a method Blaze dubbed as “Societal Evolution”; the angels used an archaic Avestan word that roughly translated to “Inheritance”.

Societal Evolution: Even the most primitive and solitary creatures are a part of a society. They recognize their own kind and often come into contact with others of their own species. When they do, they observe any new traits, and this information is encoded in their bodies through subliminal consciousness.

These traits are then tested over the course of numerous generations, by every creature in that society, until they evolve into forms that are ideal for their environment. As their environments change over time, evolution is a continuous process. This is why there are different types of angels and demons.

Ancestral memories are a form of “Inheritance”, unique to sentient beings.

There are other types of evolution, but those are best left for a lecture on Biology, starring Fiora or Alice, depending on your preference.

***

I am fire… I am death!

I am fear… I set a-blaze!

I am fine, until you come near mine!

When you do, beware ye fools!

I am rage, and all will be razed!

Prologue

LE 572, 21st Bloom

Darkness enveloped the lands of Xian and Aranya, slowly creeping across their borders, and into the Heavenly Union. It was a strange darkness, invisible to the eyes, but nevertheless, blinding to the anja of all energy-creatures. It was perceived as a dirty, nauseating black, spreading a sense of malaise and a general lack of izmir escort concern amongst all who sensed it.

Most angelic sentients that experienced it knew something was wrong, but their minds and bodies only felt disinterest. Only the strongest of the angels could gather their wills to defend against this spreading blight.

The phenomenon had started the night before, but it was growing exponentially and was slowly closing in on the capital of Aranya. The strongest of the HU gathered the brightest and rushed to the source of the darkness— a two-yonder dome of crimson black, a yonder away from the base of Mt. Olympus, at the border of Aranya. This crimson darkness did not spread like the black that it emitted, but instead, was calm, steady, and beautifully terrifying, like a solitary blackhole. In fact, it seemed to be the physical embodiment of fear.

Empress Nezha Shangdi of Xian stood with her two daughters, her generals, her advisors, and a battalion of her strongest Taiga warriors, waiting for Michelle Lucian— the Angel Prima and the wielder of the Banner of Light.

Queen Ahilya of Aranya was the first to arrive, with two of her generals. She was also accompanied by Daysi Vinetree, the strongest pixie in the HU, who happened to be in Aranya on a diplomatic mission. After them, arrived the mightiest berserker of Vaikunheim, Freja Nerthusdottir, carrying her enormous energy-battle-axe, known to have split a gigantic Quetzal and her rider in two, with a single strike. Then came the Supreme Bogatyr of Angalnebo, Brynna Nikitich, on her mighty brown Pegasus, whose fiery-red mane fluttered in the wind like a dancing flame.

They quietly stood by the Empress, waiting, and watching the demons on the other side of the dome. Fifteen devils stood there, along with the mighty Quetzal Corps, consisting of more than fifteen-hundred Quetzals and their riders. Combined, they could easily overwhelm the angels present, yet they simply waited. Most of them seemed as curious and confused by the phenomenon as the angels. However, they did not feel quite the same fear, though fear they did— a reverent fear.

Nezha Shangdi’s eyes suddenly lit up and her daughters followed her gaze. Nezha had not been sure if the Prima would come, but the distant luminescent speck that shone in the darkness like a sparkling star, allayed her fears. The luminescence was from the Banner that hung around her shoulders like a cape. As she got closer, the cape’s brilliance became more apparent. It shone like it was made of pure, white light, so bright that any design on it was lost in its brightness. It was simple, memorable, and holy, inducing a sense of ease and comfort amongst the angels who witnessed it. This sense of well-being only grew stronger as the Angel Prima neared, and it counteracted the foreboding and malaise caused by the nearby darkness.

In her wake was a battalion of her personal guard, various heads of the societies, and a host of intellectuals that they had managed to quickly gather. Behind them was the Cloud 9 regiment, composed of the elite Pegasi-knights of the HU. And, leading one of the squadrons was Claudis Falhoffnir, riding her faithful Pegasus, Gyrill. In her right hand, Claudis carried a long, silver-colored lance, just like many others of her regiment.

Michelle Lucian was way past her prime, and it was only through the power of her will that she still lived. It was the reason why they needed to find a successor for the Banner, soon, but the Banner had not deemed anyone worthy in the last three hundred years. Nezha’s youngest daughter, Ying Jie, had all the qualities required to be the next Angel Prima, but she could not, because of her lineage.

When the Heavenly Union was first formed, the queendoms, the societies, and all the other parties involved, agreed that no royal or noble would ever wield the Banner of Light. In return, the HU would not make attempts to usurp their power or property. It was a clause to maintain the balance of power.

Nezha Shangdi had never considered circumventing this rule, until she had conceived Ying Jie. Ying Yue had already hatched by the time Nezha realized that Vida Veles Lokra was her Kindred. They had met before, but their relationship had not blossomed until Vida was posted at Xian, as a general of the HU army.

When Jie Er’s stiff-wings, which were an extraordinarily immaculate white, first sprouted, the empress instinctively knew that the child would grow to be an exemplary angel. So, she made a decision. She decided that she would keep Jie Er’s lineage a secret. It was not easy for an empress to hide the fact that she was growing a stiff wing. Yet, she pulled it off, and when Jie Er’s egg formed, she completely distanced herself from Vida and the egg.

Thus, Jie Er spent most of her earlier years as the daughter of Vida Veles Lokra, not knowing her full ancestry.

The konya escort Banner did not differentiate between a noble and a commoner, but the only way for Jie Er’s mind to not be influenced by the treaty, was to not know that it applied to her. So, Jie Er was raised by Vida as Jie Er Haela Lokra, a descendant of farmers.

Even after Vida had passed, Nezha Shangdi only provided help to Jie Er as a secret benefactor. However, little did she know that Vida had already revealed the secret to Jie Er. Vida believed that Jie Er should not become the next Angel Prima based on a lie. At the very least, she wanted her daughter to make her own decision.

It was only when Nezha met Jie Er by accident, at the Xian Embassy of D’Warka, that she realized that her daughter knew. The joy in Jie Er’s eyes was unmistakable and not directed towards a stranger. Thus, Nezha decided to drop the charade. However, a nugget of resentment towards Vida took root in her heart. What was the point of separating herself from her daughter for all those years? Unintentionally, she showed this resentment towards Jie Er. It was not excessive, as it was born out of love and not hatred. Jie Er did not even feel much dissatisfaction towards it. She was only glad that she was finally united with her family. But the seeds of discontent between mother and daughter were sowed, though they had yet to sprout.

Soon, the Angel Prima and her contingent reached the empress and the rest. With the cape of light illuminating everything around her in white, Michelle Lucian posed a striking figure in the darkness. She wore an equally simple, yet elegant, white tunic of exquisitely woven silk. Her shoes were made of cloth, and she wore no adornments except her cape, and this only added to her image as a grand old angel.

For she was old; not just in years, but even in physical appearance. The angels were not used to such an appearance, as most did not physically age past humans in their mid-forties, yet Michelle Lucian looked to be around seventy in human age.

Her long white hair, held loose over her cape, had once been carrot-colored, and her skin, which was once smooth and without blemish, was now wrinkled. Yet, despite her age, she stood taller than most angels around. Only the berserker from Vaikunheim seemed taller. Her figure also spoke of her beauty from once upon a time.

However, though her body had aged, the light in her starry eyes was bright as ever, her pupils grey as a cloudless night. She was no queen, yet queenly she looked, with thought and knowledge in her glance, like one who has known and experienced many things.

“Hello, Nezha. I wish we could be meeting under better circumstances. What is the situation?” she asked the Empress of Xian, as soon as she arrived, her voice a little gravelly, and like an old record. It felt old but was still pleasant, in a nostalgic sort of way.

Michelle was the only angel that could call the Empress of Xian by her name and not offend her. For, to the Angel Prima, all other living angels were nothing but children. Also, she addressed Nezha, instead of the Aranyan Queen, because it was Nezha’s spies who had located the source of the darkness.

Nezha gave her a small bow before she spoke, “Dire. I have information from a solid source that Hela herself is inside that wretched dome, attempting something that has never been attempted before. She has prepared well. The demons over there are some of the strongest devils of the Hela Empire, and the Quetzal Corps need no introduction. Currently, they do not seem inclined to fight, but I believe that they would not stand by, should the dome come under threat.”

Michelle nodded, pensively. “Do you have any idea of what is going on?”

Nezha glanced at the small group of scientists and philosophers that she had brought along. A blue-haired, scholarly-looking Xian angel flew forward.

“We believe that Hela may be attempting goddesshood. Based on Frieda Watkins’ theory of ley lines, this area has a powerful node. This spreading darkness is most likely because, through this node, Hela is absorbing the world-energy at a scale never done before. So, the spreading darkness is not dark energy, but a deficit of energy. If she attains goddesshood, the world-energy itself may bend to her will, and even the Banner of Light will not be able to stop her,” she said.

Beside her, stood a younger version of Baozhai Rong. Her eyes did not possess the calculative coldness or the mercurial madness of her older self, but instead, had an uncontainable inquisitiveness to them.

“This is Ban Zhao, our foremost researcher in the field of Energy Physics, and her apprentice,” Nezha introduced her lead scholar.

Michelle acknowledged them with a smile and turned to her own scientists.

“It is quite possible, but we need to discuss more,” said a brunette angel from erzurum escort Michelle’s group of scientists.

Soon, the HU scientists and the scholars of Xian were entrenched in rigorous debate.

“Right, I shall try to approach the dome and see if I can gain any insights into it. You deities should shield the scholars from the darkness, so they can work at their best. I will need the Banner to protect myself,” Michelle announced, before drifting towards the crimson blackhole.

The demons did not even attempt to stop her. It baffled the angels. What was their purpose?

Michelle hovered around the edges of the dome for a few moments, silently appraising her own capacity to invade it. She looked like a small star, skirting around the edges of a supermassive blackhole.

Suddenly, she dove into the darkness, eliciting cries of alarm from many that were watching her. However, she rushed out the very next moment, completely wrapped around by the Banner. She stopped a few hundred feet away from the dome, turned around to look at it, shook her head, and returned to the rest of the angels.

“It is very corruptive,” she answered, addressing the curious gazes of those around her. “Only the purest of angels will be able to traverse through it. If not for the Banner, even that mere moment may have tainted my wings.”

“Are you not the purest of angels?” asked Ying Yue Shangdi.

She was dressed in long and flowing crimson robes, with emblems of serpentine dragons on the front, seemingly flying up towards the heavens. An exquisite golden crown adorned her head. She was dressed as a princess.

Michelle Lucian laughed, heartily, before she replied, “I may have been, once, a long time ago. However, six hundred years of watching over the Heavenly Union has changed me. It would change anyone. I am no longer the innocent, idealistic young angel, without a single negative emotion in her heart, who was chosen by the Banner. No, child, most of you young angels are purer than I.”

“Prima Lucian,” called out the brunette from before, “what did you see?”

“I could see nothing. Yet, I sensed her, and she sensed me. In fact, I think she can sense everything within the dome and within the spreading darkness. She seems to be connected to something— I cannot explain what— Maybe it is the ‘soul’ of the world-energy… She is watching us, but we are of no interest to her. She is seeing something that we cannot see.”

“How do you know this?” Ban Zhao asked.

“I do not know. Maybe for a brief second, I was connected to her mind… Which is why I believe that only the purest of angels can enter the dome. Otherwise, they would be infected by her wrath, and may lose their minds to it.”

“But, why would anyone have to enter the dome?” asked Manjushri of the Ophanim.

“We may have to…” Michelle replied, looking at the scholars, who were back in discussion.

After much deliberation, the scholars finally came to a decision. The brunette scientist, named Gabrielle Le Tonnelier, finally stepped forward.

“We hypothesize that Hela has managed to connect with the major leyline node at this location. She is using it to absorb massive amounts of world-energy. But, world-energy contains both light-energy and dark-energy. She is absorbing the dark while expelling the light, which is why the darkness seems to be glowing as it spreads throughout the continent.

“We do not know if she may attain goddesshood through this process, but it surely spells calamity. She is upsetting the balance of world-energy. We foresee many disasters, ranging from famines to earthquakes, and maybe even worse.”

“How do we stop it?” asked Freja Nerthusdottir.

“We believe the flux of energy into her body is currently out of her control, at least until she attains a new level of power, which is why she does not act against us, and why she needs the protection of her demons. The method we’ve come up with is crude, but it is the quickest solution we can think of at this moment. If we can compile a vast amount of light-energy and send it into the node, she will not be able to immediately expel it. In its original form, world-energy exists as a combination of light and dark, but once separated, they will react violently if brought together. Thus, we may be able to stop this phenomenon, and maybe even kill Hela.”

“But who will be able to take this energy to the node?” asked Queen Ahilya.

Michelle Lucian had made it clear that she would not be able to do it.

“Joanna? Benzaiten?” Michelle glanced at two angels.

Benzaiten, an exquisitely beautiful black-haired angel from Kamikoku, was the patron saint of the Hashmallim society. She wore a light pink robe adorned by pink painted flowers that were emblematic of her lands. Biwa, her kindred partner, silently stood by her side.

Joanna Ezekiel was the “khenpo”— the head monk— of the Chayot society. She wore simple saffron-colored robes, and though her appearance was not as striking as Benzaiten’s, she exuded serenity.

Benzaiten was known for her kindness and love for all, while Joanna was known for her detachment from worldly desires. Both were considered to be extremely pure.

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An Alien Entanglement Pt. 02

Finally reaching the upper parts of the city again, Ashe grew wary of people noticing her cum covered armor. Anxiously, her green eyes scanned the crowds of people to see if they were looking at her. Unfortunately, she saw that she was receiving the occasional glance or look of disgust. As embarrassing and humiliating as this was, she did her best to brush it off and strode on.

She took a quick glance behind her, hoping that she had finally left the ugly alien she had met in the sewer behind her, but her heart dropped as she saw that the short grotesque thing was still following. As nimble as she was, Ashe could have easily lost Glux in the bustling crowd of people. As loath as she was to admit it, even to herself, she knew that she needed him at least for now.

As they walked, Glux wondered what the name of his sexy human bounty hunter was. He had only seen her going in and out of The Afterlife and had never risked exposing himself trying to ask people what her name was. Glux had given her his name, but she’d never reciprocated the favor. Stopping at a crosswalk, he got close to her and tugged on her arm. She turned her head to him like a hawk, looking kinda disgusted that he had touched her.

“Ugh, what do you want from me?” Ashe asked, sounding irritated.

“Glux doesn’t know your name,” he said. Ashe raised her eyebrow at him. She wondered why this weird alien wanted her name. But figuring that she would be forced to be acquainted with him until she completed her mission, she might as well tell him.

“It’s Ashe,” she answered.

“Glux like that name,” he nodded. Ashe just shook her head. Seeing that it was clear to walk through the crosswalk, she went ahead. Glux promptly followed her through.

The bounty hunter and the alien were making their way along one of the city’s main walkways, when Ashe heard the sudden crackle of gunfire in the distance. Instinctively, her hand flinched to her sidearm as she went into full combat alertness. “What the hell?” Ashe wondered. Another volley of gunfire rang out in the distance and Ashe saw crowds of people screaming in terror as they came running around a corner away from the direction of the gunshots.

Glux, meanwhile, had draped two of his arms over his head as he slunk to the ground in fear. Seeing the crowds of people running from the gunplay, he thought that it would be an excellent idea to do the same. But then his beady eyes saw that, rather than fleeing, Ashe was jogging directly towards the gunfire.

“This human woman is crazy!” Glux thought, even as Ashe was loping farther and farther away from him. Not wanting to lose her, he mustered what little courage he had and hastily ran after her.

Clumps of panicked pedestrians kept appearing from around the nearest corner. Hugging the wall, Ashe was able to slide upstream against the tide of frightened people. Unholstering her pistol and unlatching the safety, Ashe inched carefully closer to the corner. Dropping well below head height, Ashe ventured a look around the corner to see what was happening.

Her green eyes widened with shock at the sight of an active firefight between a squad of Coalition Peacekeepers and a group of unknown adversaries. The Peacekeepers had taken cover behind a row of heavy ornamental planters; their mysterious assailants were shooting from behind a hover vehicle that had crashed in the middle of the walkway.

“TAKE THIS YOU COALITION BASTARDS!” a bulky alien with a heavy repeater gun shouted at the Peacekeepers, unloading a hail of bullets at their position. He managed to tag one of the Peacekeepers on the shoulder, flinging the trooper back from one of the planters.

“We got a 10-999, Peacekeeper down! Repeat, Peacekeeper down! Immediate assistance needed at our position!” screamed one of the Coalition soldiers into a helmet transmitter.

The gunmen crouching in back of the crashed hovercraft poured a heavy volume of fire at the Coalition’s position. Somewhat to Ashe’s consternation, the Peacekeepers held their fire as they hunkered patiently behind the cover of the line of planters. “Why aren’t they shooting back?” she wondered. But still they waited, looking menacingly calm and patient in the face of the firepower coming their way. But the gunmen were unable to keep their rate of fire up indefinitely and, as soon as their barrage waned in order for them to reload, the squad of Peacekeepers swiftly rose from behind the planters and opened fire in unison. Three of the reloading gunmen were immediately flatlined and the remaining four gunmen were forced to duck back into cover. The Peacekeepers knew better than to repeat the mistake of their attackers, dropping back into cover before the gunmen had time to reload.

Ashe’s focus on the scene playing out before her was interrupted by something tugging at her leg. Quickly turning her head, she saw Glux crouching down behind her. “Ugh, Glux, what the hell are you doing?!” Ashe said, annoyed at having to divert her attention from the gaziantep escort life-or-death drama happening around the corner.

Clinging tightly to her long leg with all four of his arms, Glux replied, “Glux doesn’t feel safe!” Ashe tried to detach him from her leg but was unable to dislodge his grip, as annoyingly strong as ever. Incredibly, Glux then began to shove his crotch into her leg. Ashe’s eyes widened in disgust. “Is he humping me?” she asked herself. But before she could decipher what exactly he was doing, Ashe’s attention was drawn upward as the intimidatingly loud sound of a siren flew past overhead.

She peeked around the corner again just in time to see a Coalition VTOL dropship hovering above the gunmen. The bulky alien raised his repeater and unleashed a flurry of hellfire at the dropship. “EAT LEAD!” the alien shouted, but his frenzied efforts to down the ship overhead proved fruitless. His bullets were all deflected, ricocheting harmlessly off the dropship’s heavily armored hull.

The side doors of the dropship then slid quickly open. In one swift well practiced motion, a sniper leaned out of the gunship’s side and flatlined the lumbering alien with a single shot between his four eyes.

As this happened, three additional troopers jumped down from the dropship. They wore white armor bearing red markings. Their visors too glowed a vivid red, different from the standard blue that was familiar to so many in the galaxy. These were the Coalition’s Shock Troopers, deeply feared urban based special forces only seen on the rare occasions of extreme domestic disturbances.

While Ashe was entirely focused on the firefight, Glux seized the opportunity to feel up his sexy bounty hunter. His four prying hands found an unprotected area of her legs, which he then began to vigorously knead and grope. When Ashe failed to immediately react to his assault on her unarmored lower limbs, Glux grew even bolder, groping and humping her more aggressively. Glux’s alien cock swelled with mass under his tattered trousers. Pressing his growing bulge into her leg, he ground himself on her. Once again on this endlessly amazing day, Glux was living the dream!

Ashe was baffled how the Shock Troopers could jump down from such a high place with little to no effect on their bodies. The gunmen landed a few shots on a couple of the troopers as they fell through the air, but to little effect. Ashe actually saw some of the bullets strike the troopers, but their white armor shrugged the bullets off like nothing. Deploying their service rifles as they landed, the troopers slaughtered two of the remaining three gunmen like animals.

One last gunman survived the hail of bullets from the troopers long enough to raise a single arm above the shelter of the wrecked hovercraft. “DON’T SHOOT, I SURRENDER!” she pleaded. “PLEASE, I SURRENDER!” Wounded in one of her shoulders, the woman was unable to raise her other arm.

The Shock Troopers lowered their weapons. A trooper brandishing a red pauldron over his right shoulder brought up a tac pad affixed to his left forearm.

He checked back and forth between the screen and the woman before him. “Captain, is this our target?” one of the other troopers asked.

Glancing at his tac pad one more time, the captain replied, “No.” He immediately raised his rifle and shot her in the head. As she saw the woman’s body drop limply to the ground, Ashe backed away from the corner to process all that she had just witnessed. Ashe had seen too much death in her time as a soldier and bounty hunter, so the sight of shocking violence – and even the sudden execution of the wounded prisoner – wasn’t entirely new to her. But she had been so riveted by what had taken place, that she’d completely failed to notice Glux’s ravishment of her leg.

Flicking a quick look back around the corner, Ashe saw that the Coalition soldiers were checking the bodies of the dead gunmen. Each body was viciously poked with the muzzle of a gun; once this was done, the captain ordered his troops to secure the area. Additional units had just arrived and they began to deploy hologram pylons to tape off the crime scene.

Turning her head back, Ashe could not help but have second thoughts about the planned heist after what she had just seen. The Coalition would consider this fracas a relatively minor disturbance by comparison to what Gemini was planning. Here, the Coalition had exterminated some relatively minor irritants to its rule out of hand: Ashe could only imagine what they had in store if any of the heist team were to get caught.

Finally feeling something grinding and pushing on one of her legs, Ashe looked down and saw Glux humping away. “Augh! What are you doing?! Stop that!” she shouted in disgust, bringing the muzzle of her pistol to his head.

“Glux sorry!” he exclaimed, releasing her leg. He didn’t even attempt to explain his perverted actions. Ashe just shook her head in annoyance. She’d just come to expect these intermittent outbursts sakarya escort of perversion as part of his behavior.

“Ugh, whatever. My ship is not far,” she snarled, putting her weapon away in her holster. But a glance down at Glux’s crotch showed a visible wet mark spreading across his trousers. Ashe cringed a bit before shaking her head back into focus.

Reverting to her previous intent, Ashe resumed walking toward the jumpship landing pads. Glux followed closely behind her. The landing pads lay just past the crime scene, so they had to walk around the taped-off area. Despite the barely concluded violence, the hordes of pedestrians had begun to slowly but cautiously pour back into the walkway, flowing around the scene like a stream of water would around a rock in a riverbed. As she detoured around the yellow holographic tape, Ashe listened curiously to the high volume of comms chatter projecting from the Shock Troopers’ and Peacekeepers’ radios. Overhearing small snippets, Ashe learned that they were searching for someone and that additional insurgents were suspected of lurking around the city. “Had these gunmen been insurgents?” Ashe asked herself. She recalled hearing chatter around The Afterlife about civil unrest on the fringes of Coalition territory, but Ashe had never expected to encounter armed insurgents within a zone of firm Coalition control. But Ashe’s eavesdropping was harshly interrupted by the same captain who had executed the surrendering gunman.

“HEY, YOU THERE!” the captain yelled, apparently looking right at Ashe. Her body jolted and she began walking away as quickly and inconspicuously as possible. Glux mirrored her movements. Hoping to lose any pursuit, Ashe slipped within the crowd of bustling pedestrians. Shoving herself between knots of people, she had soon wriggled deeply enough into the crowd that the Shock Trooper lost sight of her. Surprisingly, Glux managed to keep up with her, though at his height he was harder to track to begin with.

After lying low for a bit in an alleyway nearby, Ashe concluded that it was safe to head on back to the landing pad station. As soon as she arrived at her own pad, Ashe opened the back entry hatch and disappeared within the friendly confines of her ship. Hearing Glux’s footsteps behind her, however, Ashe turned and stopped the pervy alien. “No, no. You wait out here. I gotta handle some business,” Ashe ordered. Before Glux could mount any protest, Ashe pushed him firmly back and slammed the hatch in his beady-eyed face.

–

Her privacy thus assured, Ashe quickly stripped off her armor and equipment. She started with her helmet and made her way down. After placing her final piece of armor on the locker rack, Ashe was clad only in her tight fitting black bodysuit. In the filtered enclosure of her ship, that musky scent she had smelled earlier was even more apparent. The scent arose primarily from the armor she had just laid on the rack but, as badly as she wanted to clean her filth splattered armor, Ashe turned first to higher priority matters. Separating her tac pad and helmet light from the pile of armor, she plugged both items into her charging station. Then she rummaged around for a full pack of emergency glow sticks.

Only after addressing those more urgent equipment needs did Ashe return her attention to her crusty hand. “Ew,” she muttered. Ashe still couldn’t believe what she had allowed Glux to get away with. She was repulsed at both Glux and herself for engaging in such activities. But as yet another whiff of Glux’s musk rolled past her olfactory receptors, she was unable to repress a flicker of curiosity. Cautiously, she lifted her hand to her face and took a slight sniff. Whew, it was so strong and potent! At first it made her eyes water and her throat gag. Oddly enough, though, she now seemed to be growing accustomed to it. The more Ashe smelled this weird aroma, the more engrossed in it she became. A strange warmth was collecting within her core…

Shaking her head to snap herself out of her mysterious daze, Ashe stepped over to her ship’s sink and began thoroughly washing her hand. After one cycle of scrubbing her hand, Ashe brought it back up to her face and smelled it again. The musk was still there! She applied more soap and water in the hope that a second round of scrub would remove any vestige of the smell. Unfortunately, this still didn’t work. Ashe had to repeat the process several more times before the smell was reduced to a tolerable level. But still it lingered.

Having done her best to clean off her hand, Ashe realized that the drying smears of Glux’s nasty cum on her undersuit were yet another source of the strong-smelling musk. “Great. I’m probably gonna need to clean this four or five times, too,” she sighed.

Unclasping the collar of her undersuit, Ashe started at her upper chest and unzipped her undersuit all the way down to her navel. Now able to peel the black suit off her body, Ashe let out a breath of relief as she released her full and shapely van escort breasts from the suit’s tight embrace. She didn’t bother with wearing a bra since that would make the already tight undersuit even more uncomfortable. Kicking off her tactical boots, Ashe rolled her suit all the way down to her ankles and stepped out of it. Left in only her modest underwear, Ashe plucked up her suit and tossed it into her locker.

Pulled on a clean tank top, Ashe turned her efforts to cleaning Glux’s scum off her armor. Grabbing an abrasive pad and cleanser, she thoroughly scrubbed her various pieces of armor on a nearby table. Again, however, the smell of musk refused to be entirely eradicated. Hearing the call tone from her communicator, Ashe checked her ship’s monitor to see who it was. It was Gemini.

“This is Ashe,” she said, answering the call.

“Did you find a way to the coolant drain?” Gemini asked, getting straight to the point. Ashe felt a little nervous at her lack of any significant progress.

“Er- some of my equipment malfunctioned while I was down there. I’ll be heading back down in a bit as soon as my stuff gets fixed and cleaned,” she nonchalantly answered.

“Cleaned?” Gemini responded.

Realizing what she had said, Ashe’s heart dropped. “Um, yeah. Kinda fell in some sewage when my flashlight went out…” she replied, covering up what had really transpired.

“Well, you better hurry, the heist is only a couple of days away. If you can’t find a way into that coolant drain, I’m afraid I’m going to have to drop you from the team,” Gemini warned. Ashe’s eye twitched in anger.

“Oh, I’ll find it, alri-,” she tried to reply but she was interrupted by someone banging on her ship’s back entry hatch.

“GLUX NEEDS IN!” he shouted. Ashe tilted her head, but ignored his calls since she was already in the middle of something.

“What was that?” Gemini asked, overhearing the noise from her side of the intercom.

“It’s nothing!” Ashe quickly exclaimed.

Then Glux shouted again, “GLUX SEES METALHEADS COMING!”

“Metalheads?” Ashed thought. Muting her comms, she shouted “Not right now, Glux! I’m in the middle of something!”

“GLUX NEEDS IN!” he prodded. Ashe was getting annoyed by his antics, so she scanned her ship’s external cameras quickly to check what all the fuss was about. Her eyes widened to see that the same Shock Troopers she had encountered earlier were now patrolling the landing pads. “How did they follow me here?!” Ashe thought in a panic. And there stood the insufferable Glux, right out in the open, banging on her hatch, yelling at the top of his voice, and generally doing an exceptional job of attracting unwanted attention. Ashe had no choice but to grit her teeth and reluctantly open the back entry hatch to let him in.

“Hurry up and get in here!” Ashe commanded.

Glux scurried into the ship as Ashe closed the hatch behind him. His beady eyes widened and his crotch gained its full mass the instant that he saw the currently minimal state of Ashe’s clothing. She was wearing nothing but her underwear and a tight tank top that tastefully framed and revealed her cleavage. Glux’s two hearts pounded in arousal.

Ashe returned to her call with Gemini, without noticing the evident signs of Glux’s arousal. Glux’s eyes were free to roam hungrily over every exposed inch of Ashe’s body. He fervently absorbed as much as he could. Everything was on display: her smooth exposed white skin, her long sexy legs, and her shapely breasts. Glux rubbed his belly intensely. The frayed material of his trousers formed a hefty tent as his sexual urges ran rampant. Glux needed relief now!

Glux reached one of his second pair of arms down into his trousers and began to stroke himself to the sight of his personal goddess. He grunted and croaked as he ran his three fingered hand up and down his wet shaft. He again envisioned all the plans he was nursing for that sexy human body of hers.

Momentarily muting the call with Gemini, Ashe sighed. Turning her head toward Glux, her mouth fell agape as she caught him pleasuring himself while staring at her. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” Ashe shouted in shock. Glancing down her own body, she realized how little she was wearing. She had been so busy with everything she was handling that she hadn’t had a chance to put on anything less revealing.

Ashe quickly covered her breasts with one arm and her crotch with her other hand. “Hey! Stop doing that!” She was embarrassed and grossed out by this latest eruption of Glux’s irrepressible urges.

“Hello? Ashe, are you there?” Gemini asked.

Ashe turned back to the monitor and unmuted, “Uh, yes! I’m here!”

Ashe got sucked back into her conversation with Gemini. Meanwhile, Glux went on drooling over Ashe’s body. He kept staring at her exposed legs. The urge to get his hands on her grew unbearable; he needed to touch her. Rubbing his belly while stroking his cock under his trousers, he slowly stalked towards Ashe…

Just as Ashe was finishing up her call with Gemini, she felt four arms suddenly wrap around her body. Ashe jerked her head around to see Glux hugging her from behind. “Glux, get off of me!” she silently shouted at him, trying to pry his arms off of her. Glux ignored her; all four of his hands groped up and down the firm curves of his goddess’s scantily clad body.

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(Author’s note: Once again, Trigger Warning. In this fantasy story, themes of non-consent. Potentially traumatizing content. All characters portrayed are over the age of 18. )

Chapter Three, Belney’s Harrowing First Flight With the Goblins.

Pre dawn found the three goblins exiting the shallow cave with their big human captive amidst the first bird song and a crisp breeze from the West. They had fitted Belney with their two packs, but being too small to fit over both human shoulders they were expertly lashed to the mid-back of her harness and bounced as she stepped gingerly down on their lead-rope from the rocky place of the cave to the forest path below. Her skin tingled in the chill morning air. Memory and sense began to creep back in around the edges. Now they were running. One goblin leading her and two behind. The pace was manageable, given their size difference, but her focus had to stay on the sensations of her feet. Constantly she must dodge sharp rocks and roots. What had happened? How had she gotten here? Who even was she? Everything felt like a dream, and yet these little green men felt familiar, as if from a dream. A stewing mix filled her thoughts, the creeping edge of dread and horror, and of the body pleasure memory of their trance-orgy.

She had come to them, she began to remember as she jogged naked, weirdly tied like a circus bear or an armless chicken between these small smooth headed creatures. At least the way they had bound her breasts reduced their painful bouncing. She had been given a command, and she followed. The order had come to her over and over again, in variations, until she relented. Until she felt their logic in her head as her own. That whispered hissing voice of theirs, in chorus, had broken her will. You belong to us now, it said, simply because our paths crossed. Our destinies are intertwined. Your new life is to serve us. You’ll be safe only if you surrender fully. You’re ours now.

Belney shivered with the dawning realization. It couldn’t land with her all at once. She needed to live. She ran with her captors, feet numb but agile. Breath filled her lungs. Briefly they stopped and she was pulled to her knees and hand-fed some slimy half-dry meat from one of the green men. She found it strangely spiced and then weirdly delicious. It gave her a memory of his thing in her mouth. One of the little green men watched her, but she kept her eyes downcast. He stepped close, pulling her leash so her head came down and forward just a little and touched her lips and face with his little smooth fingers as it she chewed. She really was terribly hungry. She dared to meet his eyes briefly, and thought she saw in their narrow blackness a gleam of sharp amusement. She was led to drink from a stream. Without the use of her arms she relied on the aid of her captors, who had tied back her hair and fashioned a rough handle of her ponytail. She could either lay completely down or drop to her knees and just widen them down, then close her thighs to raise back up. She was muddy, and there was no brushing herself off. She gazed across the water at eye level with the stream. Little insects danced along the surface in the eddies and swirls. A moment of beauty in this nightmare. That wouldn’t happen in a dream. She felt her ass slapped to induce her to move. Nothing to be done. Like a horse, she realized. Thats how she felt, as she labored unsteadily to get to her feet with her arms tied behind. Or a mule.

Crouching out of need and peeing among them, Belney felt another piece of her dignity slip away. Her breath caught with a muffled sob but she caught it as the running began again. They moved upslope into forest, and as she ran she felt parts of her mind recede. Parts of her past. The singing and dancing self that she knew. She locked those parts up on high dark shelves in her mind. Those young parts, those joyful parts. Her body lived now with an immediacy. Only by staying in the moment could she stay alive. The strange poison drug from yesterday was her new self, the way it lingered. The voices of her captors in her head. Their breath in her ears. Their hands all over and in her. The essence of these creatures that she had taken into herself and felt in her still as she ran. It was her now. On they ran.

As the day wore on, Belney’s pace began to falter. Running without arms, like a chicken, she has taken a couple of minor falls, she had chosen to land into her left shoulder and roll each time. It must have been a sight. The three little men beat her wickedly with thin branches stripped of leaves when she fell, raising welts up and down her as she crouched and cowered. She tried to call out her apology but the leather horse bit in her mouth permitted no words. Only dribbles of drool down her neck. Thankfully, the goblins took little time for punishments or expressions of contrition between them, because they were forever sniffing the air and dashing forward.

A small portion of time was spent moving up the middle of a shallow creek. As she struggled on the slippery rocks, her gaziantep escort memory knew it was an attempt to thwart followers. She felt beyond help. Just look at what she’d become in a day. She couldn’t allow for the possibility of rescue. At a point the goblins seemed to identify some subtle sign, while they hiked side-slope along a forested animal trail, because they suddenly veered straight uphill through a scree field. In some ways, the chaos of jumbled stones was easier for Belney to manage with her long legs. But it was exhausting, and she was physically at her breaking point when they finally dipped into another shallow cavern. This one had a dusty earth floor, where she promptly dropped to her spread knees and let her top half drape down. Breasts down in the dirt and head turned to one side, her breath gradually slowed. She had a limited field of view. Her goblins were busy with things she could hear. Ground was being scraped and shaped into a shallow bowl. One goblin returned with pine branches to close the entrance, leaving only trickles of diffuse daylight.

They were chanting again. As she rested in her folded, prone position, their familiar tones and patterns filled her mind and swirled around her. One had fed and watered her again, removing her mouth bit and giving her a drink of some herbal concoction. It was so strange how she felt herself respond with rising hope to these moments of care from her captors. Her cheeks would flush and her heart would pound. Not in fear, or not only that, also a strange sentimental gratitude. She felt if she could endear herself to her captors, she could live. The strong drink warmed her immediately. She dozed while they chanted. She was awakened by one of them raising her head gently onto his lap and without warning piercing her through the cartilage of her nose, between her nostrils. Something was slid through there. The pain washed over and dissipated. What was left was a throbbing place on her face. This joined the ache in her shoulders, arms, legs and feet. There was mild soreness in her womb and bowels as well. All these sore places called out softly or loudly for attention. Still no release of her hands to attend to herself. Her attention drifted with their resumed chanting into a goblin permeated stupor.

She was roused this time by a change in the chanting whisper of their voices. They were around her now. Hands had raised her wide hips, allowing an oiled goblin to slip under her. She felt the heat of his hard cock slipping between her soreness as she was pushed down to him by hands on her ass. Her body responded. Her wetness welcomed them. This caused a tug of war in her between the revulsion and shame of her predicament- Seeing herself in this cave now, her body driven to seek more of these moments of pleasure and bonding and escape. She moaned and contracted around the thick pole as it paused in her. She felt his big ears and the side of his head just under her breasts. Slick fingers wiggled in her ass, causing her to retreat from them into the cock pushing up from below. Soon she felt the pop of entry- and then the fullness as he began his pushing assault. She pushed her head into the warm goblin belly that held her. A finger was opening her mouth, then the big velvety smooth head made her open wider. His musky smell and taste washed through her. Their chanting was a whisper. Ugh, ugh, ugh- she slurred around him. The head was soft against her moving tongue.

She had put precisely two human penises in her mouth prior to this. Both were exciting, rushed events. They were smaller, with heads like olives, rather than the goblin’s duck eggs. They tasted different, less musky. They poked around clumsily. This thing happening now- it was a taking of all of herself. The way all her openings were filled at once overwhelmed her with sensation. No choice but to give in. She felt like exploding, but whichever way she moved for relief, strong hands and thrusting cocks pushed back- into her deepest places. She cried out. Screamed, sobbed. And She surrendered. She began to want them. Became totally willing to be held and ridden in this state of submission. The one at her head squished more of himself in with a sigh. She rolled her tongue around the warm flesh filling her mouth and gagged a little. Squeezing and quivering between the two cocks pushing from both sides- she dissolved in shaking climax.

They’re so warm and slippery, she thought, regaining herself. She had lost any concept of where she was. And they’re so assertive and complete in how they claim me. They had coated her skin with strange botanical oils and creams, while they all pushed into the middle of her to the rhythm of their chants. She felt a climax overtake her again as their grunting chorus raised. The little men were connected and unified somehow- she knew this definitively as they began to spurt into her in final grand thrusts. She had found a new pleasure in feeling the bulb in her mouth tremble and pulse as she swallowed. She sucked to the erotik hikayeleri rhythm they made, lost in her surrender, learning this new body language.

Belney’s eyes fluttered open. In the dark she saw a goblin near her face regarding her intently. How much of the night had passed? She was curled on her side. A leather pack had been placed under her head. She noticed his long thin nose. One of the others had a wart on the side of his nose, but not this guy. His narrow eyes were thin black pools. He spoke, and when he did she recognized the words. He was speaking the common tongue!

You human.

Human filly.

He touched her forehead once. He used the word for young female horse. How appropriate.

We Lu’Kaah. Call us Lu’Kaah. He stretched out the rasp of the word in a guttural hiss.

She blinked. He was speaking to her. This was a new development. Something rose in her.

Call us- said the goblin.

Lu’Kaah- she said quietly. She still felt cradled in warm body tingles, even laying on the ground.

Lu’Kaaaah- she tried again.

She didn’t want to say her old name. It felt long gone.

We go now. Run in night. Is better.

Belney rose awkwardly to stand. Dripping fluid rolled down both legs. It had sure felt like a lot, she remembered. A goblin’s fingers from behind her slid up the wet trail. If he reached up he could he could slip fingers into her as she stood, which he did, briefly. He smiled that weird goblin half smile, looking around at his brothers packing their things. He took a moment to savor their ownership. She rolled her head around in a slow circle, strangely tolerant of the intrusive fondling. She wasn’t being whipped, at least. She arched her back. She had turned some corner in her acceptance of her bondage. She was theirs to use. That was all. She stretched each leg slowly against the protruding cave wall. How could she see? There must be some small moonlight or something. Does goblin semen enhance night vision? Goddess please let her arms be released soon. She dropped to her knees at a small yank of the leash for pack loading. She was a mule. No, a filly. With cum still leaking out of her. With an ass slap she rose mechanically. She tried to feel something other than an even detachment. Stepping out into the cold, the challenge of moving in the dark occupied her immediately.

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Lenya and Tholeaus did not take long in finding the first bare footprint of their friend, and they followed as quickly as they could. She had gone back toward where they met the caravan for a while, even past the site of their attack. As the trail moved away from the river, her tracks turned upslope. They had just started on this new course when they were overtaken by the mounted riders.

Tholeaus! Lenya! Here you are!

Constable Wilenden boomed down at them. The ranger rode up alongside and swiftly dismounted, assessing them with a sweep of his eyes. He was tall and lean with the weathered face you’d expect from a ranger of the Alliance. He knelt down at the tracks they were following. There weren’t clear prints to be seen, but the scuffs and indentations told a story for those with eyes trained to see.

She was stumbling by this time, He said softly. His eyes followed her expected path toward a line of trees.

Constable, I’ll continue on foot with these two and one more of yours. If he could follow us with two horses while we track.

He pointed at a fellow named Brinn, a craftsman of leather and wood in town. A man known for crafting fine bows, straight arrows, and for marrying a war widow from the southlands who appeared in town one day.

Perhaps you could sweep around with the rest toward the East Terrashaw road, That seems like the goblin’s most likely route to break through to the plains. We’ll meet where it forks with the Barren Hills road before the sun meets the trees. If we don’t make it to rendesvous, we’ll meet back in town tomorrow.

The Ranger’s tone carried the authority of many campaigns and pursuits. The constable cast a final baleful glance toward Lenya and Tholeaus.

Best believe you’ll be hearing from me when this is over, Goddess watch you.

And he turned with his riders and they clattered off swiftly and were gone.

The ranger turned back toward the two. his voice quieter now.

My is name is Fennis. You’ve tracked your friend this far. Let us keep pulling the string.

They moved swiftly. Lenya leading, with Tholeaus and Fennis close behind. Brinn led two horses some few paces behind, having to coax them along a pathless climb that grew steeper as they went. And then Goblin tracks, going here and there. Confusing. The crew easily followed tracks up to the partially hidden cave mouth. They stopped. Lenya shuddered. Imagining her friend arriving here. How could she have just run right back to them? What terrible spell was she under? Was she gravely hurt now? Dead?

Fennis and Tholeaus erotik seks hikayeleri entered together. Swords drawn. Fennis keen to avoid the goblin traps and snares he knew they were capable of.

Touch nothing. Stay close.

Maybe they wouldn’t have taken the time for traps. They must’ve known pursuit would be swift. He couldn’t see much. The floor of the cave was rock slab, giving no clues. It opened up into a fair chamber before tapering down into darkness. There was the smell. Goblin smell lingered just a little.

Brinn entered then, Lenya behind. He carried a quickly improvised torch of a thin pine branch coated with wax.

Good man, said Fennis.

With the new light, they saw the ashes of a small fire in a flattish area. It would’ve been smoky, poorly vented. That was all. There was nothing else to see. Fennis, taking the little flame and cradling it with a cupped palm, crept low with the flame in expanding circles. As he did so he commented.

No spilling of blood in here. They cleaned it up when they left. Which way would they have gone? There are no known goblin lairs within three days march, by foot. If they head up into the Firekept mountains they’ll be heading into the cold, and likely away from home. if they cut west, they’ll cross through the plains before they reach the Guellieshe, which might be familiar land. No telling if they’re marsh goblins or mountain goblins or what.

Let’s get on their trail. it’s well past high-sun.

With the visit to the cave, Lenya felt a creeping dread rising in her chest. Her friend had been there. Where she had stood. She felt it. With them. What did they want with her? She wasn’t a warrior with a string of goblin heads on her shed wall. She was a singer. A dancer. I got her into this, Lenya thought. I’ve got to get her back! If I have to walk to the ends of the five kingdoms. I won’t go back without her.

Lenya’s sense of mission, driven by guilt, had crystalized, by the time the four exited the cave into the bright afternoon. Fennis was puzzling out the tracks. The four group descended down a hillside of Live oaks and Laurel trees, then began to climb up the edge of a narrow valley.

We could ride double on the horses, Fennis suggested, looking ahead at mild stretch.

Lenya chose Fennis’ horse, and as they trotted along, eyes on the trail ahead, Lenya asked about goblins. Fennis chose his words with care.

We don’t know why goblins capture people, we just know they do. It’s easy to say they’re evil monsters and be done with it. They’ve been cleared completely from the Western steppes, where they were once as thick as frogs in a spring meadow. Then you see the weapons they craft. They’re not stupid by any stretch..

Yes but what happens to the people they capture? Lenya asked quietly.

I think they’re mostly not seen again. Or they’re rescued in time, before they’re completely spirited away. There’s stories from the wild East of goblins riding captive women slaves into battle. Mounted on the women’s shoulders. I haven’t seen that. I don’t know how it could be possible.

Fennis trailed off. Why had he added that? He hadn’t meant to. He damn sure wouldn’t tell her the worst he’d heard.

It was then that the trail of the goblins and the woman seemed to cut steeply uphill. Had they climbed to avoid detection? Fennis and Lenya dismounted. Tholeaus and Brinn followed suit. They looked up the steep hill. The horses weren’t going up that. Fennis spoke first.

We could hobble the horses here, and come back to them at nightfall. Or, if you’re up for it Brinn, you could ride up to meet the constable at the rendezvous and give them an update. It’s quite possible these fuckers will choose their route to prevent mounted pursuit, at least for now.

I can do that, Ranger. Brinn said after a moment. Be safe. Goddess guide you.

The three quickly began to climb. After ten minutes, the trail evened out. After another ten, Lenya hit the trip-wire.

It was horsehair twine, pulled tight and strong, at ankle level between two trees. She had just happened to take the lead, excited by a clear track Belney had left. When she tripped the wire, a pair of thin sharpened sticks sprung forward from low to the left. One glanced behind her. The other shot through her pants and caught her just above the knee. It was just a little puncture. The tiny simple spear dropped harmlessly to the ground. The three gathered together, catching their breath. All three now knew a little wee puncture from anything made by goblins was nothing to brush off lightly.

the three considered their options together wordlessly for a moment.

Fennis was aware that one of his new partners in rescue could possibly be in for a night of fever, and would need to be tied to somebody, in case the enemy dared another entrancing spell, or whatever it was. I mean, who the fuck knows with these goblins. How were they even sneaking around in this province anyway. And making captives of town maidens. Practically plucking them out of their beds.

Lenya was obsessively repeating in her mind that they needed to find their Belney. They must be close. Would she get what Belney got, the poison, from the little poke? Those fuckers. She needed to cut each of their green throats. To run her steel through them like soft apples. They still had an hour or so of light.

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Part of Bea had wondered if she had imagined the encounter with the beautiful red haired woman. Of course she knew it had happened but with so little evidence and with it being so out of the realms of reality she wondered if it had been a fever dream, a particularly vivid masturbatory fantasy or perhaps some kind of psychosis due to dehydration after a long day at work. She knew it had happened of course, Josh had apologised profusely for the late appointment the very next day, Lucy brought up the woman regularly asking if she had been in again and so Bea had to accept that it had happened but was unlikely to happen again. Over a month had passed since she and June had last seen each other and while Bea had spent many a night scouring facebook trying to find June North she had come up empty. She had asked Josh if he had her mobile number or email in order to ‘send her a loyalty offer’ but as she had been a walk in she had simply filled in her name and her medical information which left Bea with very little to go on. It didn’t really matter though, when they had met face to face June hadn’t seemed interested, hadn’t offered her number so it was probably for the best.

Meeting women, or anyone really, in London was never an easy feat. Owning her own business meant that Bea literally spoke to three people day in day out and then occasionally a few of the workers at some of the small businesses nearby. All of them were coupled up and she knew that while she was young, only just nearing twenty four, there was the constant fear that if she didn’t find someone she would end up alone. This message was mostly drilled into her by her Mum who asked weekly if she’d been on a date. After a lot of time spent on Bumble, Bea had eventually met someone on Hinge and agreed to go out on a date. Leaving work on time she applied a little pink lipstick to her full lips and added some mascara and black eyeliner, wanting to look good but not put on a different face entirely. Staying East she walked across to Shoreditch to Shoreditch House, giving her name at the door only to be told to go upstairs to the bar.

Bea knew it was a members only club and part of her thought it was douchey for the other woman to suggest it for a first date but Bea reasoned that it was better than a super busy bar where they wouldn’t be able to hear one another. Standing in the lift with what could only be described as a model – even could have been! – Bea felt thick and frumpy in comparison. Usually she tried not to let other people impact her own self worth but feeling anxious about the date meant her usual steady resolve was beginning to fray a little at the edges. She became very aware of the weight she was carrying around her stomach, how thick her thighs were and how her leather jacket was five years old. Stepping out of the lift she smiled at the model-esque woman before walking into the bar, glancing around curiously. Telling herself she was being ridiculous she let those negative thoughts drift away. She absolutely was not too poor to be here. She definitely was as attractive as the more than attractive clientele. Bea was about to text her date when she heard her name, following the sound she smiled when she recognised the face from her photos.

“Bea! Hi! I have a table over here,” Penny smiled. Without any hint of awkwardness she took Bea’s hand and led her over to a quiet table away from the main bar, the pair sinking into a deep velvet sofa, forced to sit with their knees resting against one anothers.

“Hello,” Bea smiled and shrugged off her leather jacket. “It’s great to meet you in person finally…”

Penny smiled warmly at that, crossing one leg over the other as she eyed Bea over slowly, thinking that for once someone actually looked like their profile pictures. “Yeah exactly – I was starting to run out of banter so we timed this pretty well.”

Bea nodded in agreement and laughed softly. “Yeah, my gif game is pretty strong but I was starting to run a little dry.”

“Well. Let me get you a drink? What will you have?” Penny asked and waved over to the waitress to come and take their order.

Mindful that this was a members bar Bea knew she was going to be spending a lot that night and tried to think of something that wouldn’t break the bank. “A gin and tonic would be great, please.”

The waitress nodded and smiled. “We have fifty gins in the bar and a selection of infused tonics… or we have a number of gin cocktails you might enjoy.”

Penny nodded with a bright smile, “…they do an amazing French 75… you must try it. You said you love gin.”

Bea felt both their eyes on her and she found herself nodding. “Sounds great to me.” Waiting as the waitress took Penny’s order she turned to face her again. “So do you spend a lot of time here?”

Penny made a face at that and shrugged her shoulders. “Sort of? I’m not actually a member. My work do a lot of events here so we kind of have an office membership? I come for work mostly or when they have interesting events on. denizli escort I could never afford the membership,” Penny admitted with a quiet laugh, tucking a strand of silver hair behind her heavily pierced ear. There were two little silver hoops in the lobes and then a little star and moon stud piercing the shell of her ear. “I am way too broke for that.”

Bea felt a wave of relief with those words, glad that they were at least on the same page and she wasn’t going to run up a bill and then expect to go halves. “Yeah. I’ve got to be honest when you suggested this place I was a little worried…”

“Oh you should have said,” Penny said with a frown, resting her hand on Bea’s knee and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. We just had an event here earlier today and I knew I’d be on time if it was here.”

“It’s okay,” Bea assured her, glancing down at the hand on her knee, admiring the selection of silver midi and gemstone rings that adorned her fingers. “It’s really nice here. Very comfy.”

“Yeah it is… until one of the celebs that think they’re cool because they were on Eastenders kicks off and makes a scene,” Penny laughed and rolled her eyes, taking her hand back and resting them back in her lap. “How was your day? You’re a masseuse right?”

Bea nodded and was about to speak when the waitress returned with their drinks. Giving the waitress a smile she glanced at the tiny glass and told herself she needed to take it slow. Clinking her glass to Penny’s she took a little sip, appreciating the sweet flavour but could tell it was strong. “Yeah, I am. I actually own my own little spa.”

“You do?” Penny said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s pretty cool. How is that going? What’s it called?”

“It’s going well,” Bea nodded. “We’ve been open a year which is a big milestone. It’s been tough but I love it. We’re called Float On.”

“Float On?” Penny asked, sipping her drink. “Unusual name.”

Laughing quietly Bea nodded. “Pretty much everything in my life is named after a song in one way or another. There’s a song by Modest Mouse called Float On? The way that song makes me feel when I hear it? It’s how I want people to feel when they leave… you accept the life happens but you can feel good despite it all.”

Penny thought about that for a moment and she smiled. “I think I know that song? Maybe? I’m more of a pop fan than an indie girl myself… but that’s really cool! You must have the softest hands in the world!”

Bea nodded and offered her hand for Penny to touch. “See for yourself?”

Penny met Bea’s eyes for a moment and reached out, dragging her fingertips over the palm of her hand only to move her thumb over the inside of her wrist. “Very soft. But you must get dodgy people every now and then?”

Hesitating for a moment she laughed and shook her head. “When I used to work at the hotels? All the time. But since I opened my own thing? I – we don’t charge enough that really entitled people looking for premium service come in and we charge a little too much for the average weirdo. We mostly get stressed out tech people, causal Shoreditch hipsters and the occasional stay at home Mum.”

Penny nodded, eyeing Bea over with a smile. “Sounds pretty great. Do you want dessert? They do the best sticky toffee pudding here.”

When she had set out that evening Bea had not intended to get the night train home. Bea had been pretty sure she would be bidding her date adieu around ten and yet here they were at two in the morning standing outside Voodoo Rays finishing off a huge slice of New York pizza to try and ease the hangover they both knew they were going to have the next day. Leaning against Penny she smiled to herself as she took her last bite of crust. “I am going to be so unhappy tomorrow,” Bea laughed, shaking her head.

“Or you might be super happy?” Penny protested, giving her hip a gentle nudge as she laced their fingers together, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before twirling her around on the spot.

“When I’m having to massage someone and trying not to be sick?” Bea raised an eyebrow. “I’ll be sad in the moment.”

Penny rolled her eyes and took her paper plate from her and put it into the bin. “But we’ve had a good night? Haven’t we?” For the most part Penny came across as incredibly confident and easygoing but there was an uncertainty in that question, a vulnerability that she couldn’t quite hide.

“We’ve had a great time.” Bea assured her, giving her hand a squeeze back. “What station do you need to go to?”

“Uh – I’ll go wherever you’re going. I want to walk you to the train?” Penny smiled, biting into her lip gently. “Say goodnight properly.”

Bea was going to argue but it felt nice for someone to want to look after her for a change. Turning and heading back towards Old Street station they held hands, both swaying a little as they tried to walk in a straight line and just the edges of their words slightly izmit escort slurred. She could feel Penny’s thumb sliding over the inside of her palm and over the inside of her wrist and couldn’t believe the way it was making her smile to herself. “I really thought tonight might be awful,” she admitted after they had been walking in silence for a few beats.

“What? Why?” Penny asked curiously, tilting her head to meet Bea’s eyes briefly. With just the moon and the glow of the orange street lamps illuminating their way it made her silver bob look like it was shining gold for a moment.

Bea shrugged her shoulders and gave a weak smile. “I guess I don’t have much faith in apps? It’s been a while since I met someone who genuinely made me laugh?”

Penny nodded in agreement, swaying their hands between them as they kept up a brisk pace, not wanting the cold air to seep too deep into their bones. “Yeah I know what you mean. I’ve met quite a few lasses and it’s just awkward or no spark at all.” Letting go of her hand as they tapped into the station Penny was quick to take it again once they moved onto the escalator. “I know it’s super mean to say this right now but… I don’t care. I had a really great time tonight and I know I’m drunk but I would really like to see you again? I’d take you home now but I want it to be clear that I’m – I’m into you. Not just for tonight.”

Bea was stood on the lower escalator step and she couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face. With biker boots, leopard print mini skirt, cashmere black jumper and hunter green car coat she was definitely a visual sight to be seen but Bea found she loved it, never having been one for fashion herself but Penny wasn’t fashionable she had style and it was the first time Bea had realised the difference. “I will take that into consideration,” she said after a moment of just looking into her blue eyes, Bea’s face feeling warm all over.

“Keeping me on my toes! I like it!” Penny grinned and twirled Bea again under her arm as they stepped off the escalator and went down to the platform. Curling her hands around Bea she gave her hips a gentle squeeze through her leather jacket.

Bea’s heels were just past the yellow safety line as she curled her arms around Penny’s neck, smiling shyly now as she felt butterflies in her stomach. “It has been a great evening,” she nodded in agreement. She was almost positive that Penny was going to kiss her but a train could arrive in any moment and the last thing she wanted was some awkward peck before backing into the carriage.

Luckily she didn’t have to wonder long as Penny leaned in and pressed her soft pouty lips to Bea’s, pulling Bea that little bit closer as they kissed soft and sweet.

Penny nuzzled her nose gently and smiled, her eyes still closed. “I hope I see you again soon.”

Bea felt a little like her breath had been taken away as she nodded a little too earnestly, “…you will!”

The train had pulled into the platform behind her and Penny let go just as the doors opened.

“Goodnight.” Bea whispered as she took a few steps back.

“Goodnight,” Penny echoed and smiled as she blew a kiss. She waited until the doors closed and the train pulled away before turning and heading home, the smile still tugging at her lips long after Bea had gone from view.

It was another miserable, wet November day and Bea was tired of the world. Standing in the line at the Tesco Metro to grab some milk for the spa she rubbed her eyes tiredly as she shuffled forward in the queue. Glancing at her iphone she checked to see if she had a reply from Penny but by this point wasn’t surprised when she didn’t see anything waiting for her. Despite the note they had left their date on Penny had yet to reply to a single text that Bea had sent her. After sending three texts in a row over a three day period Bea had given up, not able to be entirely pathetic. Smiling at the person behind the till she paid for the milk and started to walk back to the North side of the roundabout, narrowly missing getting hit by an errant cyclist as she crossed the road.

Pushing the door open she held the milk up to Josh who looked at her guiltily. “What?”

Josh made an ‘eek’ face and took the milk from her. “So. You know how you’re super tired and said you wanted to go home and get into bed?”

“I distinctly remember that being the last thing I said to you,” Bea nodded in agreement and eyed him suspiciously. “Because you know it’s been a long day.”

“Walk in. One more?” he asked and put his hands together in a prayer motion. “I will bring you coffee tomorrow. And a pastry.”

“It’s my business, you shouldn’t have to sweeten me up to work,” Bea laughed softly but even as she said it she wished that he hadn’t let them come in. It wasn’t just Penny ghosting her that had gotten her down but the general pants weather combined with flatmate politics and the date for the business rate hike inching that much closer. gaziantep escort It was the normal day to day stress of a small business owner in London that was just accentuated by romantic disappointment.

“Well that’s true,” Josh rolled his eyes and shut down his macbook and stood up. “She’s already in the room just chilling, got the whale sounds on and all that… I said you’d be a little while and she said she’d be happy to wait.”

“Okay. Thanks Josh,” Bea smiled and gave him a hug after shrugging off her raincoat, hanging it up in the closet. Seeing him out she locked the door behind him so no one else would walk in and then walked through to the treatment room. “Hello… I’m Bea and I’ll be your therapist today,” Bea murmured as she went over to the essential oil and tipped a few droplets onto some tissue. Walking over she was just going through the motions as she rested a hand on the woman’s covered back. “Take three deep breaths for me… in through the nose and out through the mouth… Have you been with us before?”

“Yes. Just once before.” A muffled voice came from the bed.

“That’s great. Thanks for coming back,” Bea smiled, taking the tissue away and then pressing hands at the top and base of her spine then sliding her hands over her body through the sheet. “Are there any particular points you want me to focus on? Any injuries?”

“My legs in particular. They’re really aching.” The muffled voice said.

Bea was pulling the sheet down and about to tuck it into the woman’s underwear when she saw she wasn’t wearing any, that voice immediately becoming recognisable as she saw the freckles that were covering her back. It was June. That long red hair that had been so distinctive the last time they had met was tied up in a top knot on top of her head, hence Bea missing it at first in the dusky light of the room. “Sure… of course…” Bea said softly and for a moment her hands trembled, unsure if she was more nervous or excited. On the one hand she was already anticipating what could happen, but what if that wasn’t what she wanted this time? That could have been a one off.

Turning to warm the oil on her hands she stood back, really taking a moment to admire her body as June lay stretched out across the bed ahead of her. The pink light cast from the salt lamp illuminated the dip in the small of her back, the curve of her ass leaving the rest of her body hidden in shadows. Even if nothing was going to happen Bea couldn’t deny that her body was incredible and counted herself as lucky to get to admire it, even for the briefest of moments. Once her hands were vibrating with warmth she placed her hands on June’s back and began the back massage. It had been just over a month since the last time they had been in this room together and while her mind had been thinking of the alternative activities they could be enjoying her focus was pulled to the state of her back as she felt nothing but knots beneath her skin.”You carry a lot of tension in your back.” Bea murmured as she felt firm knots in the top of her back and around her shoulders.

“My job – well, my life is quite stressful,” June murmured as she lay flat out on her stomach, wondering if she could tell the masseuse to give up on the charade and just pleasure her.

Bea nodded in understanding and moved her strong yet tender hands over her upper shoulders, applying pressure to each knot only to begin working it out till she felt it start to ease beneath her touch. “I’d suggest getting a massage more frequently or maybe taking some more baths? You’re very tense. You’re not going to leave like a noodle today,” Bea laughed quietly.

June’s eyes were closed but she rolled them behind her eyelids at the chit chat, never having been very fond of pleasantries or small talk. “I’m sure you can be creative in your way to relax me,” she said casually. June had had no intention of returning to the little spa across the road from one of her clients office but she had walked past it on the way to work and then had not been able to think of anything else. Since that evening June had touched herself more than once just thinking of what had happened in this cosy little room and now that she was so close there was no way she could resist reliving the fantasy.

All afternoon she had gone back and forth debating whether she should go again but as she came up with pros and cons she couldn’t ignore how wet she was getting. At one point she had slipped off to the bathroom, unable to ignore the ache of her pussy for a minute longer. Using a little lipstick sized vibrator she had gotten off in the disabled bathroom having hoped that would quell the ache inside of her. No such luck. As she left the office that night she had walked past the little spa thinking it would be closed but there was still a light inside and as she approached the window the same pink haired boy with a nose ring had been sat behind the desk. June had just been about to turn away when he saw her through the glass and offered her a warm smile and a wave. Before she could overthink it he was handing her a camomile tea, hanging up her coat and it was all so warm and comforting and the prospect so inviting that she could hardly resist. That’s how she had found herself flat out naked on her back asking this pretty young thing to touch her.

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