Nandita To Nandini
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The sun was very bright in a perfectly blue sky on the first day of fall. It was cold. The sort of cold that a lot of people call ‘crisp’ like it isn’t just another way of saying cold. Humid air, but cold enough that it feels dry.
Classes were still a few days away at St. Xi Feng’s, but they were right around the corner. Ivy was nervous. New schools always meant trouble for her. She swore it wasn’t her fault, but regardless of whether she deserved the blame, trouble did follow her. She had oft speculated it was due to the curse. Of course, the curse itself was something she had imagined up to help her feel better about the multitudinous and grievous inequities of the world. It really did help some days.
Yellow leaves were already dropping from the trees here. Some were even bordering on amber. The outer gates were tall – five, perhaps six meters – is set firmly into a wall of gray stone blocks, topped with a spiked fence which surrounds the perimeter. Ivy observed the wall to be both grandiose and sturdy – clearly meant to separate the campus from the concrete and lumber of the surrounding city. The metal scrollwork that runs between the twisted bars is expertly crafted. They looked to Ivy like black iron, but she suspected they were in fact made of something more durable than that.
The admin building of the campus loomed an intimidating twelve stories over the incoming students. It was an old building, but one which had been maintained immaculately. It was pristine, by anyone’s standards. Clean, reflective glass blinded them until they had approached it near enough. Towering brick was separated by columns of vertical windows on each side. Narrowing as it rises, terraces support gardens which surround the next level of the tower, adorned by trees and shrubs with leaves the color of fire. From a distance, it looked to Ivy like a stretched out step pyramid. Up close, it looked as though it touched the sky.
Returning students had a week to go before classes, so most of them hadn’t arrived yet. Newcomers had a series of orientation checklists to complete. Though she had never had the opportunity to spend much time in the city, Ivy was excited to be where she was. Perhaps it would be a bold new chapter in her life, and perhaps it would just be something fun before being traded again.
Entering the hall itself was at least as intimidating as the building itself was imposing. Inside there was a much larger crowd. Everyone was bustling about, talking, yelling, and handing papers back and forth over counters. ‘It’s like nobody here has ever heard of telecommunications…’, Ivy thought as she entered into the cacophonous storm of students, registrars, and R.A.s corralling their assigned teams. A swamp of body heat and recycled breath mired the crowd into a deep lack of efficiency.
Ivy had never counted herself so fortunate as she did in that moment. As a member of the team, she had been able to register early, and did not have to descend into the seething muck of people bouncing into each other like overly excited hydrogen molecules. A woman standing to the right of her beckoned her closer to join a small group to the side.
“Ivy?” she asked, comparing her face to an image of her.
“That’s me,” Ivy responded.
“Great! I think that’s everyone,” the woman said to the group, running a pencil along her list as she checked again.
“Everyone follow me.”
Ivy started walking with everyone else, but absent-mindedly said “Huh?” aloud.
Someone next to her turned their head a quarter and said “We’re all new recruits.”
“Everyone here is on the chess team?”
“Nah, we’re all new athletes.”
“Oh.”
“You play chess?”
“Yeah.”
“Hardcore…”
~ • ~
Later that night, dinner turned out to be exactly what Ivy had expected it would. The dining hall was packed, and too warm. She mused about why no one in charge ever takes into account the body heat of a thousand humans when setting the air conditioning. Dinner was well prepared, but boring. ‘That could be said of the dinner itself and the people who consumed it,’ she thought. Typically, Ivy didn’t socialize at school. She said it was because she never really knew when she’d be gone, but the truth was that she preferred her own company.
Of course, here she would have to – and there were also a whole new set of reasons she could be expelled, banished, or otherwise discharged from the school. Getting kicked out because of a misunderstanding was one thing – it’s not like she had parents to upset – but losing her scholarship would be a shame that lived with her forevermore.
“Hi there!”
Quite abruptly, a cheerful voice had interrupted Ivy’s thoughts and otherwise unremarkable meal. When she looked up, she saw a young woman about her age staring her down with far more intense eye contact than her tone suggested without the benefit of seeing her face.
“Hi...” Ivy replied expectantly to the intruder.
“My name’s Ariel.”
“Ivy.”
“New?”
“Monosyllabic.”
Ariel laughed at this before responding, “You know, it’s always bothered me that word isn’t a monosyllable.”
Ivy nodded in agreement.
About halfway through sitting down, “Mind if I join you?”
While she ordinarily would have, Ivy said “No,” but shrugged as she spoke.
“Thanks.”
Ariel sat down next to her as Ivy said “What brings you to the otherwise unoccupied end of this table?”
“You looked lonely.”
“I looked alone. Those are different conditions.”
“I guess they are. Regardless, I was sent.”
“By whom?” Ivy asked.
“By the coach,” Ariel clarified, “You’re one of the new players this year, right?”
“Yes.”
“Monosyllabic indeed,” Ariel paused for a moment, before continuing, “That is not a character trait with which I can personally identify,” she was building momentum now, “Professor Rourke sent me to check on all the new recruits, if you will. I guess you could call me an unofficial mentor to the new recruits. Of course, you’ll probably need a little less mentoring, seeing as you’re starting your third year,” for just an instant, Ariel paused, looking as though she had committed a grave error, “That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t ask me questions if you have them, though. I just meant that college isn’t exactly new to you.”
Ivy raised an eyebrow at this comment and paused before saying, “No.” Another pause. “And, thanks.”
A lengthier pause lingered between them this time… Lengthy enough to become awkward, even. At first Ivy had thought that Ariel would leave after so little response, but no. She was awaiting further thoughts.
Breaking the lengthy silence with a lengthy sigh, Ivy said, “I may not be new to college, but what I’m used to is very different…” after a pause, and another sigh, Ivy said “And I could honestly use someone to show me around.”
Ariel just smiled at this, and stood up. She offered Ivy her hand, but that gesture went ignored or unnoticed. “Let’s go, then.”
~ • ~
After a lengthy stroll around the grounds with Ariel, Ivy entered her empty room for the second time. She smiled at the notion that unlike the other new students with incoming roommates, her room would remain empty, but for herself. Despite the internal conflict they inspired, at times Ivy definitely enjoyed the benefits of being on the team.
Ariel had showed her the entire campus, though most of the buildings were closed. The student union was a little crowded for Ivy, so they didn’t stay long. Once she felt caught up on the relevant information, Ivy abruptly terminated their conversation.
“Thanks. I need to say goodnight now.”
“Huh?” Ariel said, stopping about three steps after Ivy had.
Looking toward a well lit clocktower, Ivy told her “I just saw the time.”
“Wow,” Ariel’s eyes widened, “It is late. Goodnight!”
~ • ~
Ivy woke up early, but she laid in bed until late. The sun was nearing its apex by the time she was up. She smiled at having slept in for the first time in months. It felt good to be so well rested. Of course, a moment later her eyes opened as wide as possible. She was instantly awake, and flew out of bed. After showering very quickly she ran back to her room, dressed, and was back out the door.
Though she had intended to arrive earlier, Ivy was at least on time. The large, wooden door to the arena swung smoothly and silently on large iron hinges. She darted down the hall toward the empty locker room. She got into her gear and entered the arena. The rest of the team was already there.
She recognized Professor Rourke whom she had met when she was first recruited – who said “Everyone! This is Ivy.” A subtle murmuring of greetings and friendly baiting interrupted the chattering of the rest of the team amongst itself. Ivy also spotted Ariel, and one of the guys she had seen at the orientation. “Places!”
The team spread out and each moved to their squares. The queen’s knight on her side of the board accidentally jostled Ivy forward when she didn’t notice her.
“Rook seven, Ivy!” the professor yelled at her. Ivy moved slowly, forgetting her position for a moment. “‘G-seven’, come on, move it! You don’t play knight here.” Ivy hustled into place. “Alright then. Prepare yourselves!” The sound of thirty-two players lowering their helmets and drawing their weapons echoing about the arena was incredible. “Begin!”
Ivy was still watching the board, and didn’t see the king’s signal before the knight behind her charged past her. Barely stepping out of the way in time, her heart rate spiked so far that she heard it. The black knight countered, and both moved once more. The game diverged when red moved their king’s pawn, and black sent a rook’s pawn forward twice.
The board was suddenly open, and total chaos broke out. Of course, in reality it was an orderly tactical advance, but to Ivy it felt like chaos. The next few moves flew by in a blur, then halted abruptly when the first fight began. A red bishop charged the foremost black pawn, hit him in the side with her staff, then knocked the sword from his hand with her scepter as he fell. He tried to lunge and grapple her, but took her scepter to the helmet and landed with a foot outside the square.
As soon as the pawn hoisted himself up and slunk off the board, the game continued. Three moves down the line, Ivy spotted the closest red knight relaying the signal to move to rook five. She stepped to the next square, and walked slowly to the next, observing the board as she moved. The second both her feet were inside the square, a streak of motion charged toward her from her peripheral vision.
The next thing Ivy knew she was on the floor, looking to the ceiling. Once there, she recalled a loud clang, then a momentary feeling of floating. Though she was dead center in her square, she knew she was out. A figure stood over her, partly obscuring the bright lights coming from above. She took the hand it offered her, and stood up. Rubbing the side of her head, she said “Ow… And, thanks.”
“Yeah. Looked like she hit you really hard.”
“She did at that,” Ivy said, “Where’s my helmet?”
Ariel handed it to her. “Come on, let’s go sit down for a minute.”
Pretty woozy, Ivy said “Okay,” then paused a moment, “That seems good.”
Ariel led her dazed friend to the bench where they watched the rest of the game. With her helmet off and a bottle of water, Ivy felt substantially better. After a few minutes, she stood up and went to the practice rings with the other eliminated players. She knocked the new pawn down, but the bishop knocked her out of the ring.
At the end of the night, the professor stopped Ivy and said “Nice job today.”
“…I got hit so hard my helmet got knocked off two minutes into the game.”
“So? It’s a rough sport.”
“Yeah, but…”
“Just acknowledge that it was a good first day, Ivy. You got hit hard, and you took it well. You got back in the ring. Now, go get some rest and be back tomorrow.”
Ivy instinctively started “But–”
“Go.”
“Come on,” Ariel said, “I’ll get you home before my date.”
~ • ~
Practice had been taxing. Ivy had never thought or fought so hard in all her life. As she laid in bed, her mind wandered. It was not possible to sleep after using her mind and body like that. Reflecting upon her day and everything that had happened, she was actually optimistic about her time at the school.
She was buzzing with excitement, trepidation, heightened reflexes, and muscle soreness. After a few minutes of trying to visually discern the movement of the moon through her single, small window, Ivy changed her tactic.
For this she would have to leave her room… But not the floor. She wondered for a few moments if she needed clothes. Eventually, she decided that a shirt was important, but pants were ultimately unnecessary. Carrying a towel, she left the room in her extra long, gray t-shirt. The logo of some band or other which she had listened to years ago had faded long before, but little flecks and fragments of it remained.
The corridor from her room to the showers was long, and the lighting was mediocre at best. Ivy found it a little creepy, but just enough to get her to hurry slightly. In her haste she allowed her shirt to slide up a bit as she moved. She passed the doors to the players’ rooms, and It turned her on a little that her ass was showing to anyone who might enter the hallway behind her.
The showers were predictably empty at that hour, so Ivy just tossed her shirt onto the granite counter along with her towel. Being naked in a new place always made her feel a little naughty. She stepped around the partial wall dividing the shower area from the rest of the room, and turned one of the many handles on the wall. Warm water began flowing from the nearest shower head.
A minute or two later, steam is beginning to rise from her feet. As the heat relaxes her tense musculature, she lets her mind focus only on the sound of the falling water. A short while later, the meditative silence in her thoughts was broken abruptly by the squeak of the door swinging open. The sound of bare feet on the cool tiled floor entered her perception.
A bit of indistinct chatter between two women on the floor echoed about the chamber before a stall door closed. A moment later when the toilet flushed, and the stall door fell closed again. As the sink ran, they were briefly audible.
“I had a nice time.”
“Me too. I like that thing you did.”
“Thanks. I get a lot of practice.”
“Mmm...”
A moment later the main had door groaned under its own weight again, Ivy returned to the isolation of the sounds of the shower and resumed her introspection. As it closed, the light went out. The room was dark – utterly. At first, she was annoyed, but after a few seconds, she found that the experience was more relaxing than anything she had done for herself in a long while. But for the water the room was silent again, and she was alone.
“Hi there…” Ivy jumped at a familiar voice. Ariel slid invisibly around the corner as she greeted her acquaintance.
“Hey!”
Ariel was completely naked. Taking down her hair and wrapping the band around her wrist, she exhaled a refreshed sigh as she turned on the shower directly across from Ivy – Ivy who had already been turned on – There was a naked woman in front of her for the first time in a number of schools, but she was blind to it. The tease of it all was unbearable, and suddenly she was wet from more than the shower.
Water fell lusciously onto the curves of her body, and ran down ever line of her with perfect grace. The way she moved while bathing herself was obviously intended to entice. Even Ivy could see that, but at first she had a trouble processing exactly what was about to happen.
Ariel smiled right into her eyes. “How are you feeling?”
“Well enough…” Ivy replied, “Made sure I wasn’t concussed and took a nap. Now I’m all wound up and I can’t sleep.”
“Makes sense. It’s been a big day. Full of adrenaline.”
“Yeah. I haven’t worked that hard or gotten hit that hard in a long time.”
Ariel smiled invisibly and said “We do play hard around here.” Ivy smiled at the sentiment too, but said nothing. “You’re sure you’re okay?” Ariel asked.
Ivy nodded, forgetting the darkness for a moment, then gave a nonverbal groan of affirmation, “Mhmm.”
It was clear from Ariel’s breathing that she was uncomfortable with the silence. She rushed clumsily through her next words. “So tell me… d’you fancy girls?”
Ivy giggled under her breath and grinned. “I do, yeah.”
“Good,” Ariel sighed with relief, “I thought I read that right.”
Ivy leaned a little closer and whispered “Especially the ones who are really forward, but adorably awkward about it.”
Ariel grinned with excitement, and moved another half step toward Ivy, who closed the rest of the distance, placed her hand gently on the back of her head to guide them the rest of the way. They kissed. This was no mere peck, though it began that way. Bringing lips to lips took twice as long as their bodies’ approach. It started with one putting their hand on the other’s ass and pulling them in. The peck quickly turned to intense, deep kissing – the kind where it seemed they knew exactly how they best fit together, though they had never touched before that night. Everything about that moment felt beautiful.
Moments later, Ariel’s hand was grasping her new friend’s firm, round breast. Looking up at Ivy, Ariel slowly dragged her fingers down her serpentine body, and slipping them into her slick pussy. The slid in easily. Ivy gasped, but was not distracted. With one hands she held the skin around Ariel’s pussy tight and rubbed two fingers against her slippery inner lips, before moving up and playing with her clit – first with one finger, then with two.
A few seconds into this, Ariel pushed her backward in the dark. The soft skin of Ivy’s back and ass collided with the cool stone of the shower wall. A hand brushed her hair to one side as they began kissing again. Their hands had never stopped what they were doing now. Fingers moved furiously over clit and pussy, desperate to subdue their quarry with pleasure.
Sex under a cloak of darkness was hotter than Ivy would have imagined. She relished the thought of the light flipping on and discovering they were not alone. This idea flowed into another fantasy, then another, then a million more. In some she would never see Ariel again. In others, they fell in love. Sometimes at the first kiss, sometimes over time. In a few they even hate each other, but fuck each other anyway.
Without stopping what she was doing, Ariel dropped to the floor. Ivy was lost in the moment and didn’t notice until the fingers on her clit were replaced with a tongue. She gasped at the feeling. Once again, she found herself wet with something new.
What happened next happened fast. Ariel moaned onto Ivy’s pussy, obviously playing with her own now. When she put a finger against her clenched asshole, it began. Ivy was gasping – sputtering on water from the shower, but she ignored it. Ariel started to apply pressure. Firm at first, then hard, then she pressed her finger inside.
Quite suddenly, Ivy’s whole body tensed, then shook. She was vibrating, then spasming. Her pussy clenched as tight as she could remember it ever doing. In another moment, a burst of heat filled her, and something inside shifted. As though she had opened, a rush of hot liquid escaped her. The sound it made when it splattered Arie’s face was different than the water hitting the floor. Again. This time, Ivy squirted with far more force. She was gushing into Ariel’s mouth, for more than half a minute.
When it was all over, it took both of them minutes to recover. Ariel stood again and held Ivy on her feet while she swayed in post-orgasmic delirium. “Well that was fun,” she said, “Now, let’s get you to bed, shall we?”
“That was…” Ivy stopped to take a few deep breaths, “Amazing.”
Walking away for a moment, Ariel said “I’m glad to hear it. Think you’ll be able to sleep now?”
Ivy giggled. “Definitely.”
“Good. Close your eyes.”
Ivy did as she was told, without question. Half a second later, the lights were on.
“But you didn’t cum…”
“No, but Tamora fucked me right before we came in here.”
“Oh…” Ivy said, a bit surprised, “Okay.”
“Now go get some rest.”
“Okay,” Ivy said dreamily, “Goodnight.”
She wandered happily from zig to zag down the straight corridor toward her room. She was light headed. Dizzy, even… drowsy, loopy, and grinning with delicious confusion. Though she didn’t quite recall everything that had just happened – it happened so fast, after all – she was glad it had. The short walk proved quite tiring. All the muscles in her legs were trembling by the time she arrived in her room. Once inside, she closed the door and flopped onto the bed in one motion. Sleep came almost as quickly as she had.
~ • ~
Classes began in two days, and Ivy felt somehow more prepared than she had before. Assimilating into the culture here had been… easier than she expected. In fact, she thought it might even be easy enough to keep up. As long as nobody found out she didn’t practice their religion or any other. At least until she proved herself invaluable to the team.
Everything was coming together for Ivy. It seemed like she was making friends. Her coach seemed to be a bit of a hardass, but not indiscriminately an asshole. Campus was beautiful, even if the surrounding neighborhood was very different. She’d heard the other students call it ‘terrifying’, ‘dingy’, and ‘unnerving’, so naturally, she couldn’t wait to wander through it and see what she might find and whom she might meet there.
Another bit of a wander around campus revealed a pool, a coffee shop, and a chemistry lab that all looked amazing. Ivy was surprised to find herself excited about settling in. Of course, every time she looked past the gates of the school, she felt even more that she would probably need to get a place off campus as soon as possible.
~ • ~
Day two of practice was as fast and seemingly chaotic as the first, but Ivy was far better prepared. She was wearing her black uniform, which she found far less distracting in her peripheral vision. Deep breaths helped her focus, and ignore the superfluous movement and sounds of thirty-one other armored humans shifting and moving as they ready themselves and adjust with each change of the board.
Both red knights were threatening Ivy. She watched both of them carefully, looking between them and relaxing so she could see both equally. Tamora signaled the one on the left, and Ivy pivoted to match his line of attack. The fight began the moment he entered the square. He was first to attack. Ivy stepped away at an angle and narrowly dodged his first attack.
He swung again, and with little regard for the integrity of her armor, she charged through the arc of his weapon holding her shield up to the side. The heavy sphere at the end of his flail impacted the shield, which she dropped in accordance with the rules. As he dodged the thrust of her small blade, she saw his balance change, and abandoned her weapon.
Instinctively Ivy rushed the knight, and took him all the way off his center of gravity, with one hand on his waist and one under his arm. With one foot on his knee she took a step to his hip with her other. At this point he dropped his weapon, then hit the board. With their momentum, they slid forward, obviously scratching the stone. He had one foot outside the square, and both of hers remained on him.
Everyone in the room was looking at her in stunned silence. “Impressive,” coach Rourke said, “But don’t do that in a match. Who here knows why?”
“The referees will debate it forever, and we wind up with a draw on our record at the end of the season.”
“Correct, Tamora. What should she have done?”
Ivy’s opponent spoke up this time, “Picked up my weapon and hit me in the chest after she knocked me down.”
“That’s right,” she said, “Nevertheless, very impressive.”
After a pause, Ivy thanked her for the advice, and the red knight left the board. The rest of the game was informative, and good practice, but nothing so eventful as that tackle. In the locker room after the game, Tamora and another player both asked if they would see her at the party. Once everyone else had gone she turned to Ariel and asked “What party?”
Ariel smiled devilishly. “Just our school’s-back party. I’ll come by your room at sundown, if you want to come.”
With an enthusiasm that surprised even her, Ivy asked “What should I wear?”
~ • ~
A knock on her door brought Ivy’s mind out of her wardrobe. It wasn’t like her to fuss over what to wear, but she was actually finding herself compelled to interact with her teammates. She let Ariel in, greeted her, then stated, “I’ve got three options.”
Ariel laughed quietly to herself, “Let’s see them.”
Holding three different outfits up in turn she said “Classy…”, “Slutty…”, then “Demure.”
“Alright put ‘demure’ down right now.”
Ivy smiled. “Good.”
“Now, show me the other two.”
“On my body?”
“Yeah.”
“…Sure.” Ivy was smiling as she said it, but she was also a little nervous.
Despite what happened in the shower, she felt a certain trepidation at Ariel seeing her naked for the first time, but not seeing her naked. Suddenly, but just for a moment, she worried that it hadn’t been Ariel at all, and the whole thing was a big mistake. Of course, that didn’t make sense for lots of reasons, but wild idea after absurd theory flew through her brain for the few seconds it took her hand to reach the band in her hair and take it down.
As she moved her hands to the straps of her top she started to breathe a bit erratically. Telling herself that she was just being silly, she slipped her thumbs under them and pulled it off over her head, intentionally blinding herself to Ariel’s first reaction to her body.
Once it was off she discarded it quickly and put on the slutty top on to cover herself. She only waited a moment before asking “Well?”
“Very sexy,” Ariel paused, “What about the skirt?”
Feeling slightly more confident, Ivy unbuttoned her pants, pushed them down a bit, and let them fall to the floor. Ariel grinned but quickly bit her lip, not wanting to look overly enthusiastic at the sight of her teammate’s bare legs and cute underwear. Only a moment later though, she gasped in surprise.
Shocked and a little scandalized to discover a tattoo of Ivy’s namesake on her body, Ariel’s jaw dropped. At first she just noticed a bit of green on her shoulder and ankle, but it became apparent as Ivy turned that they were part of the same full body wrap. The plant appeared to be climbing her body in serpentine fashion, about to reach her neck. The illustrator had even taken the time to show where its vine like tendrils pull at her skin.
Completely forgetting her own cultural aversion to tattoos, she blurted out “That’s beautiful work,” as though she knew what she was talking about, then said “The tattoo, I mean.”
“Thank you!” Ivy said, “I don’t get to show it off very often.”
“Can I see all of it?” Ariel asked.
“Maybe…” Ivy teased.
Ariel was disappointed when she pulled the skirt over as previously requested, but said, “Looks good. Very slutty, though.”
“Yeah, that’s why I like it,” Ivy said.
“Me too. Makes your ass look good.”
“Right? But is it too slutty?”
“I don’t know. Looked better without it, though.”
“That would be too slutty.”
“Maybe so…”
Ivy raised an eyebrow comically high and asked “Is there something about this party you’re not telling me?”
“I mean, you never know what will happen,” Ariel paused for teasing effect, “but, I just wanted to look at that ass again.”
“Oh… I see.” Ivy straightened her legs and bent at the waist as she started pulling the skirt down again.
“So?” Ariel asked with anticipation on her tongue.
“Huh?”
“Can I see it?”
“Of course you can,” Ivy said, stepping out of the skirt. With a confident wiggle of her commented on ass, she slithered out of her top and dropped it on the bed. “Help me out of this.”
Ariel stepped enthusiastically forward and swiftly unhooked her bra. Ivy slipped it off let it fall too. She moved toward her thus far undecorated wall, put her hands together above her head and placed them on the wall. She stood with her feet together her legs rigid. Ariel could feel her eyes light up, and if Ivy had been looking at her, she would have been embarrassed. Instead she was exhilarated. She stepped forward and put her hands on Ivy’s sides, just below her breasts. For a lengthy moment, she looked at the art on her back, taking it in.
"This is so beautiful on you," she said.
"Thank you," Ivy said again, smiling.
Leaning in and took a deep breath, Ariel said “You smell good.”
“Mmm…”
“Clean.”
“Mmmhmm… I showered an hour ago.”
“Smells good. I like it when you’re dirty, though.”
With that, Ariel shaped her palm as she thought best, and spanked Ivy, hard. The force rippled from her ass into her thighs, and Ivy’s voice could probably be heard down the hall in the showers. After the impact she curled her fingers under the firm cheek of her ass, and squeezed. After only a brief pause, she slapped the other side at least as hard. Ivy moaned loudly, but did not yell out as she had before.
As Ariel squeezed with her left hand, she let go with her right – straightening three fingers and slipping them between Ivy’s legs. The last remaining vestige of clothing separated those fingers from her pussy, which was quickly going from damp to wet.
“Fuck!” Ivy almost gasped the word, but it was loud enough.
Ariel touched her creatively, and rapidly gained insight into how she liked it. Putting that insight to the test was an experiment that sparked brighter arousal in both of them. Ariel ripped Ivy’s panties to the floor with her left hand and let the middle finger of her right slip into her wetness and touch her clit, while leaving the other two outside to massage the line where pussy meets thigh.
Again, “Fuck!”
“Mmm. You are so sexy when you yell like that.”
“Good, yes… Mmm!” Ivy groaned abruptly and intensely.
“Yeah,” Ariel said, sliding her other two fingers into her wet pussy – not missing a stroke on her clit.
“Oh my g–ah… ah...” Ivy gasped, “What are you?”, she paused again, “Fuck! Oh, fuck!”
“Yeah? Do you like that?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes!”
Glancing to the side, Ariel saw a bit of motion in the light of the hallway which peeked through the crack in the door.
“What’s that for?” Ivy asked, her voice a touch indignant.
“Did you know that we left your door open?”
“Actually…” Ivy moaned, “It did slip my mind.”
Neither of them said anything else about it, and continued as they were. After a minute or two, Ariel added something new to the mix and pressed her thumb against Ivy’s asshole. A few seconds of that and Ivy was about to cum. Instead she restrained herself, and whipped around. With a quivering pussy, she said “Take off your clothes. Now.”
Ariel was naked on her back before she knew it, and Ivy was on her knees at the edge of the bed with her face between her legs. Distracted at first, she moved around frantically, but her tongue quickly focused. She began licking the rim of her pussy, pushing her tongue as deep inside as she could.
“Fuck! Yes. Do that.”
With Ariel’s clit between two fingers, Ivy began forcing her tongue further into the depth of her. She was slippery and salty. Delicious. Using the other hand, she circled her asshole with a finger, then touched it. Next she started to push into it. The pitch of Ariel’s moaning broke the ceiling when it entered her.
What came next overwhelmed Ariel. She had been waiting for this – saving herself for it. The orgasm that gripped her took hold like a hand making a fist with her hair. Every part of her clenched inside, and shook. She vibrated with pleasure, and was so wet.
When it was over, Ivy backed off quickly, giving Ariel room to breathe. While she recovered, Ivy dressed again. “So, how about ‘classy’, then?”
“That’s nice too. How slutty are you feeling?”
“As slutty as you’d like.”
“How about classy and slutty, then?” and jerked Ivy’s black tights back to the floor, leaving her legs bare under a short, shimmering dress.
“I like it,” Ivy smiled, “Now come here and finish what you started.”
Ariel did just that. Her face was mostly covered by the dress, but it didn’t matter because Ivy’s eyes were closed as soon as she made contact. Almost immediately Ariel had two fingers in her pussy, and pressed again against her ass. She put a finger inside, and sucked ferociously on her clit.
That was it for Ivy. “I’m going to cum!” she gasped. She was over the edge and falling fast. “I’m cumming!” Ariel didn’t stop. She kept pushing her, kept provoking more from her pussy. Once again, Ivy was so wet she was starting to drip. Ariel knew what hot, sweet liquid was about to pour out of her and she didn’t move. She kept going. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” There it was. Ivy’s cum splashed all over her face and naked body. As she convulsed, she sprayed the floor and bed as well, before collapsing.
“That was…” Ivy trailed off for a moment, “Incredible. You are very good at that.”
“Thanks. You are good at this,” Ariel said, gesturing to the liquid on the bed and floor. “It is so hot.”
“Mmmm. I’m glad you like it. Not everyone does.”
“Maybe not, but I do.”
“I like you.”
Ariel smiled comfortably, backing toward the door, “I like you too.”
“So… We should really go to this party.”
After a moment of quiet, Ariel said “Uh…”
Ivy looked down at her dripping thighs, and then to Ariel’s face. “Oh, yeah.” She giggled.
“Yeah,” Ariel smiled, opening the door a sliver more, “Let’s go get cleaned up first.”
I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
June was giggling on the phone in the next room. 'She must be talking to Betty, ' I thought. Betty is my wife's best friend. They make a rather odd pair, actually; in many ways they are about as unlike each other as you could imagine. My June is quiet, almost mousy, while Betty is outgoing and loud. June is a number of years on the far side of fifty (she won't let me say how many), and Betty is probably about the same number of years in front of that milestone (though that's just a guess...
Royal Gambit By: Malissa Madison Lars Grendel sat watching the Royal Court, but he wasn't anywhere close to it. That would be foolish in his line of work. Still he was unsure as to whether he wanted to do this job. The contractor was having trouble delivering the down payment, and you never completed a job before you were sure of the full payment Thirty Million Galactic credits was a lot for a politician that no one liked to begin with. But he'd done his...
Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
Mera naam Rudra hai. Ek number ka harami aur besharam. Mera dimaag mere lavde mein hai, jo saala har waqt chudai ke liye uchalte rehta hai. Kasarati badan jo ghanto tak lavde ka saath deta hai. Waise toh bachpan se hi kaafi chudai ki hai. Lekin yeh wali sabse achi wali, ya yeh kahu ki sab se gandi wali hai. Main tab 30 saal ka tha. Shaadi hui nahi thi. Ghar mein rehta hi nahi tha. Naukri hi aisi thi ke sheher-sheher gaon-gaon bhatakna padta tha. Peshe se ek civil engineer, jiski degree paiso se...
Andrea Standing (part 2 of Andrea's Stand) A note at the beginning. One of the problems with writing a serial story is that the author feels a need to recap what happened in the prior portions. Please go back and read part 1, "Andrew Running". It will make this a better story. Briefly Andrew at 19, abused by his father, runs away to a distant relative, Aunt Clara. Andrew goes along with a joke played by Clara's lover Marnie, and ends up as Andrea working in Marnie's luxury used car...
His name was Juan Cerveza de la Noche. At different points in his life, he was an elite soldier for his king, a mercenary, a pirate, and most recently, a bodyguard. This night, he was a fugitive. Had a soul asked him what his crime was, he would have smiled and said, "My crime? She was passion." Namely, Lord Redlen of Sudhoff wanted to kill him for the untimely deflowering of his daughter. Juan crouched amid the pews of the ruined chapel. He moved like a fox, slinking between the long,...
There was a 70 year old grandma that moved in right next to my apartment, I was 18 at the time and my grandpa was 74. I lived with my grandpa at the time. The old grandma would come to talk to my grandpa each day, she would keep teasing him, she would flirt with him, she tried to seduce him. My grandpa ignored her at first but then he started flirting with her after a couple days. I once came out of my apartment only to see her sucking his dick outside on the porch while he was touching her...
He watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
Andrea On Her Own (Part 3 of Andrea's Stand) A Note Before: If you have not read parts 1 and 2, please go back and do so. I have spent some time trying to develop the characters involved and a brief description of the plot so far will not help you much. Chapter 1: Needing More I leaned back in my chair and stretched. It had been a long hour and a half finishing the homework from my calc. class. As I stretched I felt the sweater pressing against the breast forms and glanced...
This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestSant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
(MMF, wife sharing) At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife) is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she was a k**. With all of the attention that she has given herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be...
Nandhini Chechi fed me her excess breast milk and surrendered her pussy to my 8” cock.Dear friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on [email protected] The incident happened when I was 18...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...
Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversAndee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversAndee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life. This time the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight. What she...
Wife LoversI had just finished my first year of college and my mom and dad insisted that I go with them on a quick summer trip to visit one of mom’s old college buddies in Austin, Texas. Normally, I don’t mind such gatherings, but for some reason or another, Austin just didn’t appeal to me. I had been there many years before and didn’t find the city attractive. When we arrived, there were the customary hugs and greetings- since our family is Hispanic. (You have to love a culture that embraces hugging!) I...
First TimeAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been … interesting. It was a...
Andee smiled as she read the text message on her phone. Before breakfast, she had sent a somewhat vague note to her friend from the night before about wanting to try Roulette again, wondering if he might interpret the suggested sexual undertones – especially after the enthusiastic round of sex from the night before. She thought for a moment, wondering just how acquainted she wanted to get with Connor. It seemed her “one-night stands” in her sexual adventure were more like weekend-long affairs,...
Wife LoversAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been ... interesting. It was a...
Wife LoversAndee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Andee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Wife LoversMs Nandhini – My School TeacherBy KINGPHANTOMEmail: [email protected] 2Lesson – 1 – How to MasturbateThe morning after I Dry Humped our new class teacher’s ass on our school bus. I woke up hearing my older sister Nithya chechi (Starring “Nithya Menon”) calling out my name. “Shyam you idiot, come on get up. You are late for school. I am gonna tell mom, you better get up.” She shouted at me. It’s a curse to share a room with your older sister. She wants to decide on everything that’s...
Andee edged her way through the crowd surrounding the luggage belt. She was happy to finally be off the plane after the three hour flight from Toronto, but still had some peculiar emotions about being in Houston. Ever since her encounter with Don back at the conference in Chicago she had been maintaining a casual connection with him, mostly on a professional level. When she received his invitation to come to Texas for a few days to explore first hand some of the research developments his...
Wife LoversBecoming Brandee Chapter Eight: Sitting at my vanity I carefully outlined my lips. Then I pulled out a tube of china pink lipstick and coated them. My refection pleased me so much. Finally, I coated my pretty colored lips with two coats of shiny sticky lip gloss. I winked at Richard reflected in my mirror who was watching me get ready for work. I then stood up to face him in my freshly ironed cocktail waitress uniform. Today I would be wearing my pink uniform. I loved wearing...
Andee woke to the sound of the shower running. Looking at the digital clock beside the bed she saw that it was just after 6:00 a.m. As she sat up in the bed, she was trying to shake out the cobwebs and jetlag in her head when the realization of what had gone on the night before became obvious. She was naked but couldn’t exactly remember at what point during the night her lingerie had come off. She rolled out of the bed, made her way to the closet and pulled on a t-shirt from her suitcase. She...
Wife LoversThe whole matter began shortly after Andee’s 38th birthday. She had made one of the biggest decisions of her life and cropped her long brown hair into a cute “pixie” cut. It was a drastic change in her mind, and not long after she began to feel that she wasn’t being “noticed” as much as she had been when her hair was long. “Men prefer long hair,” she complained to her husband one night, not long after she made the dramatic transformation. But despite his constant reassurances, she still felt...
Wife LoversIt had been a long time in coming. Andee wasn’t sure if having to “pay up” for losing a friendly bet with her co-worker was just a passing joke in the hallway, or if he was serious about collecting on it. As a thirty-eight year old mom of two very active boys and career woman, she enjoyed a bit of adventure in her life and this was the second time in a year she had found herself confronted with a sexual complication with her friend. Without question, Andee had been a shameless flirt with Paul,...
Wife LoversBecoming Brandee Chapter Seven Today may be one of the most important days of my new bimbo life. I go for my job interview today. I am so nervous. I so want to get this job. Lisa seems to think I am a shoe in. But I am nervous. I so want this job. It means a lot to me and I think it will mean a lot to Richard and I know it will help continue to rein....reinfer...re...make me more comfortable as a bimbo girl happy in her role.To support me, Lisa came over and we went through my...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee series are intended for adult readers only. Reproduction in any form may not be done without permission of the author. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Eleven: Julie and I crawled into bed together spent as Richard retired to his room. However, just before heading up to bed, Benjamin and I shared a private moment at the door before he headed back to his home. He kissed me tenderly and told me that he'd like to see me...
We woke up mid morning the next day. I rang down to the servants house and asked that breakfast be served in about an hour. I hustled Candace into the shower, telling Candy that we couldn't play; I had a big day planned for us. And that of course set off a round of what? and why won't you tell me, and I don't care if it's a surprise, which finally ended with several swats to the ass cheeks and a gesture towards the shower. Point made, game, set, match; for now anyway. I went through...
Disclaimer: Like all chapters of the Brandee series, this one is inteded for adult readers only. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Twelve I am now in my fourth month of my tour of gentleman's clubs and adult bookstores and I am really enjoying myself. Julie came out a few weekends ago and had such a fun time watching me in my glory. She says she is going to finish up her Doctorial work sooner than expected and that we might get some more time together. I would really enjoy that as I...
“We’re here!” Grandma cried as she and Grandpa came through the front door with their suitcases. “Grandma!” the children shouted as quickly the five of them surrounded their Grandparents. Grandma and Grandpa hugged them all – letting their hands grab the firm young asses of their grandchildren. Grandma took special care to press her massive bosom against their chests feeling her nipples harden as she did. Grandpa’s large pecker had been hard since...
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Disclaimer: Like all chapters in the Brandee series, this one is also intended for adults only. And, like all other chapters, no part of this story may be reproduced without permission of the author. Enjoy. Becoming Brandee Chapter Thirteen: I think I was telling you all about my publicity and promotional tour before getting side-tracked by hygiene issues in the last chapter. Let me fill you in on a few of my adventures with some fascinating audience members who've won the "Win...
Megan and Fiona return home, giggling a little and basking in the joy of being part of Miss Caitlin’s group. Caitlin had set a couple of new rules with the induction of Fiona (the two not allowed to directly to play with each other, but are permitted to watch and be pleasured together) and has also left instructions for Becky to take on Fiona as part of her mentoring duties. A twinge of disappointment courses through Megan but Becky is hardly a disappointment, the gorgeous blonde is always a...
Bayonetta had left the night before and would be gone at least a couple more days, off on another lengthy assignment. She left him in her studio dungeon with a small stash of food and just enough amusement to keep James from losing his mind. She had added a treadmill and a set of weights to his accommodations so that he could exercise when he wished, but using either of them wasn't particularly comfortable when bound from neck to toe in latex and chained to a bed. “Femdom... S&M... Femdom......
Abigail Bright sat on her unmade, queen size, bed, holding her head in both of her hands. She was quavering horribly. Her breath sawed in and out of her, while her heart rampaged painfully in her chest. She suddenly slapped herself as hard as she could, and repeating the dose, struggled not to cry."What's wrong with me?" she moaned, "Oh, God, what's wrong with me? For heaven's sake, he's my own damn son!"She shuddered when she looked down at herself and recalled she was only wearing a sports...
Sylvanas Windrunner, banshee queen of the Forsaken and once the ranger- general of Silvermoon strode down the moist corridor in the bowels of the Undercity. Her high heels clacked loudly as she stepped on the grimy flagstones and her long cape fluttered behind her. Despite her armor being designed for mobility and leaving her midriff and cleavage exposed, the undead high elf showed no discomfort at the clammy air in the catacombs. Undeath had dulled all sensations to a degree, which...
Monday March 19, 3:00 pm Poe cottage Well it's time, after my door gets closed and I run down the hallway to Poe's front door to port off to Shuster hall for a very stupid MID-MCO interview. Better known to most students, as 'the grilling!' Mr. Reilly, had one of his legal personal run me through a whole slue of laws on this last night and e-mailed me even more on the subject. I studied that info hard, as I wanted to know all these new laws that could get me more than jailed, I...
Megan and Fiona return home, giggling a little and basking in the joy of being part of Miss Caitlin’s group. Caitlin had set a couple of new rules with the induction of Fiona (the two not allowed to directly to play with each other, but are permitted to watch and be pleasured together) and has also left instructions for Becky to take on Fiona as part of her mentoring duties. A twinge of disappointment courses through Megan but Becky is hardly a disappointment, the gorgeous blonde is always a...
LesbianBeams of warm light streamed through the open shades as James lounged on the water bed, a smirk on his face as he surfed through the channels. It was the early afternoon of a crisp autumn day, the leaves outside exploding in bursts of red, orange and yellow; the air filled with the sweet scent of fall. Bayonetta had left the night before and would be gone at least a couple more days, off on another lengthy assignment. She left him in her studio dungeon with a small stash of food and...
Aiden's attention shifted from the burgeoning suitcase at his feet to his cellphone. It wasn't difficult to find an excuse to take a break from packing, and the bright trill of his phone signaled that the message was from Sarah. 'I'm scared. What if I hate it there??' He rolled his eyes and typed back a brief reply, 'You won't. And if you do, we're only three hours away from this shitty small town. Stop being so anxious.' He was usually far more patient with her, but he had to pack, and there...