Oh, God, it was good… but… was this really what she wanted? When Becky—no, it was Becki, now, with an I—when her roommate came home with two big pink shopping bags and it was clear she’d worn the glossy spike heels she only owned as a joke …
Oh, God, it was good… but… was this really what she wanted? When Becky—no, it was Becki, now, with an I—when her roommate came home with two big pink shopping bags and it was clear she’d worn the glossy spike heels she only owned as a joke …
“Y-you’re right… it feels… ohhhh, too good to stop!” Meghan opened her eyes and tried to focus on Elaine. Tall and tanned with shoulders bare in her bridesmaid’s dress, the other woman had her hands on her hips and the sort of smirk on her lips that the …
“Like this, Mistress?”
“Oooh… just like that.”
Shoshanna’s soft hands moved in smooth, slow circles over Megan’s breasts, the supple flesh warm and growing warmer under her fingers. Megan leaned back against her slave’s neck and shut her eyes, letting her body relax and the stress of …
At first, she’d been really excited to switch. Then, when the cuffs went on, she was anxious—was this a good idea? Now, as Trixie’s talented tongue teased her clit through its silky prison, Jennessa could only whine.
When Meghan moved in, Lydia hoped she wasn’t gonna be stuck up like some of her other roommates.
Lydia never bothered with panties anymore.
There was this narrow hall in the center of their apartment. The front door was there, their bedrooms opposite, and then the kitchen and living …
“So,” Rebecca sat down, smoothing the skirt over her thighs, then crossing one leg over the other, then smoothing her skirt again. “How is this supposed to work?”
Gemma smirked. “You don’t really need to do anything, Becky, and you definitely don’t need to be nervous. Hypnosis is …
C’mon, don’t be shy! Just slip right in…
Mmm, isn’t it warm? And, like, the soapy stuff feels so yummy
Yeah, I know it’s silly, but it feels so good!
C’mon, relax! Try soaping up just like me!
*giggles* Look how slick and shiny!
How …
That’s right, come closer. Aren’t I lovely?
Good, keep nodding. Agreeing is so easy.
I have something to tell you, and you should say it with me:
Staring and sinking is better than thinking.
Staring and sinking is better than thinking.
Staring and sinking is better than thinking …
You stop, forgetting the relaxing bath you’d anticipated since leaving work. She lounges in your tub, nubile and lovely, running her hand up and down her thigh.
Who is she? How’d she get in?
She fiddles with the shower head, saying nothing. Just watching. Watching you with her …
Perfect soft curves.
So very close.
You could almost touch them.
Imagine what that would feel like.
But you can only sit. Stare. And stroke.
Sit, lost in fantasy.
Stare, being hypnotized.
Stroke, getting hornier.
Sit, under her spell.
Stare, helpless for her ass.
Stroke, mind dripping away.
Sit, until …
They’d called it Club Emerald. It had been cute, just the three of them: Erica, Janey, and Reese. Friends since grade school, when it was easy to make friends for silly reasons like you all had the same colour eyes. Beautiful, haunting green eyes that followed Reese long after …
“Wait, you already added the compound to the pool?”
“Yes, Nat. Only ten parts per million... But you know what that can do, don’t you? You formulated it.”
“Well, yes, it will... it will... my legs... feel so... warm”
“I’m sure they do, Nat. Warm and weak.”
“Warm …
Did you like that, Mistress? I love doing that to you. Making you moan. Making you cum. I love how you go limp after, Mistress. When we hold each other like this, how you murmur and your eyelids flutter and you get so relaxed...
So warm... you’re so warm …
“That world? Out there?”
“Yes. The one you left behind, for me. Does it still entice you?”
“...It’s pretty, you know. The sunset, I mean.”
“You’re pretty. Beautiful, actually. Perfect. Seeing you like this... I couldn’t resist you.”
“That’s funny. And then you asked me to …
She hadn’t meant to barge in. But the party was so noisy, and so boring, and she’d had too much to drink... She needed quiet, just for a moment, so she had run upstairs—to the extent you could run in heels on over-plush carpet—and didn’t …
She hadn’t even seen the other woman’s face—squeezing through the crowded ballroom, someone brushed behind her, and then... that voice. Whispered in her ear, five simple words. She’d turned to look, caught just a glimpse of red satin, blonde hair, a pale elegant shoulder disappearing into …