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I stood on the pristine white sand of one of the fabulous beaches on the Thai island of Koh Phangan. The salty ocean breeze was tangling my long, dark brown hair into knots as it whipped at my face. The waves were crashing against the shore, the rhythmic sounds an audible reminder that I was on holiday, far away from the routines of my life. The sun’s golden rays danced across the water, casting shimmering reflections on the surface of the sea.

My husband, John, was standing down by the water’s edge, gazing out towards the horizon. His piercing blue eyes were focused on something in the distance. I couldn’t tell what he was so fascinated by, but I didn’t really care. I was far more interested in the group of people gathered on the beach a few metres away from me. As I got closer, I could see what they were so interested in.

They were gathered round a photographer, watching him take photos of a stunning young woman. I wasn’t sure of her ethnicity, but she wasn’t Thai. Maybe a mix of French or Italian with Thai – whatever it was – she was gorgeous. The photo session was obviously to promote the skimpiest of bikinis that the girl was modelling, and some of the poses were – well, let’s just say I could see why she had gathered a crowd! And her boobs were amazing! She posed with grace and poise as the camera shutter clicked away, capturing her beauty in a series of frozen moments.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was all curves and golden skin, a breathtaking sight to behold. I couldn’t help but stare, she was so gorgeous. She was now modelling a particularly sexy yellow print bikini. I have seen skimpier bikinis, but on her, this was absolute perfection.

The model caught me staring at her and smiled, a radiant and warm expression that instantly put me at ease.

“Hi there,” she said as she approached me. “I’ve noticed you on the beach before, haven’t I? Is this your first visit to Koh Phangan?”

“Yes,” I replied, totally amazed that she had noticed me before. “It’s my husband and my first visit here. Been here twelve days now and got just another two before we head back home to a cold and rainy England.”

“Cool,” she grinned. “My name’s Maya, by the way – nice to meet you. Another two days, you say – hopefully we’ll bump into each other again. If I’m lucky, that is,” she added with a smile. With that, she turned back to her photographer and continued with the photo shoot.

I stood frozen for a moment, staring at her perfect body and not knowing what to do. The image of her, her confident and sensual demeanour, was seared in my mind.

Later that evening, when we returned to the room after our evening meal, I realised I was still thinking about her. In fact, all day long I hadn’t been able to shake her image from my mind – the smooth, golden skin, those voluptuous breasts, and those piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through me. Whatever her heritage, it was a perfect mix.

Before I could even begin to unwind, John was tucked under the covers, already snoring.

I stared at the ceiling, the fan whirring softly above us. I knew I needed some answers, so I slipped out of bed and made my way to the balcony. A warm breeze greeted me as I walked out into the balmy night. I leaned against the balcony, inhaling deeply, letting the fresh ocean air fill my lungs.

“Get a grip on yourself, for goodness’ sake, Emily,” I thought to myself. “Yes, she is stunning. Yes, I would love to see her again. But be honest with yourself – this was a chance meeting on a two-week holiday. You’ll never see her again. So forget her and enjoy the rest of your time here with John.”

But even so, there were three words that, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get out of my mind – ‘Tits, ass, pussy’. Words that had never been part of my vocabulary before but were now there, fuelled by this new hunger that seemed to be taking over my thoughts.

It seemed that this woman had converted my sexuality status from ‘curious’ to full-blown ‘bi’ from that one brief, chance meeting. God, how I lusted over her fucking body. I was overcome by an insatiable need to explore all her secret places – all her luscious, intimate crevices!

With that thought, I turned back to the room and tried to concentrate on looking forward to the ‘couples massage’ which we’d booked for the next afternoon at the hotel’s award-winning spa.

I tiptoed quietly across the bedroom floor and gently slipped between the sheets next to the still snoring John. I eventually fell into a deep sleep, a sleep full of dreams of me exploring Maya’s amazing body, wonderful, dirty dreams that left my pussy sodden with desire, desires I’d obviously kept hidden up till now.

Dan was fourteen and halfway through his freshman year of high school when he first met Sue. She was twenty-one and working at the local library until she decided what she wanted to do with her life. Her job was to check people’s items out and help people find items. 

Sue was slender. A little over five feet tall and maybe one hundred pounds. Dan was almost six feet and one hundred and fifty pounds. He was a lineman on the high-school football team.

Dan had gone to the library to check out some books to help him with his classes. He wasn’t doing very well in science, and if he wanted to keep playing on the football team, he needed to get his grade in science up. 

Dan put his books up on the checkout desk, and Sue came over and checked them out for him. She remarked, “It’s not very often that we have boys check out these books. It’s usually just girls.”

Dan told her, “Well, I’m failing my science class, and if I don’t get my grade up by midterm, I can’t play football anymore.”

Sue handed him his books and told him, “Well, good luck.”

Dan just mumbled, “Thanks.”

A week went by, and then Dan returned the books. As Sue checked them back in for him, she asked, “So, did these books help?”

Dan said, “No. There was a test and I got a D. I have a big project coming up in two weeks, and if I don’t pass it, I’m off the football team.”

Sue said, “It sounds like you need a tutor.”

Dan said, “Yeah. I know. I had one when I was in junior high, but they moved away, and my mom hasn’t found one she can afford yet.”

Sue told him, “How about if I help you out?”

Dan asked, “Well, how much do you charge?”

She told him, “I’ll tell you what. I’ll help you today free of charge, and then I’ll talk to your mom and maybe we can work something out, ok?”

Dan said, “Um, yeah, sure, and thanks.”

Sue asked, “So, is your mom waiting in the car for you?”

Dan said, “No, I came here straight from school. She’s at work.”

Sue said, “Well, we can get started right now if you want.”

Dan told her, “That would be great.”

Sue went over to one of the other library workers and asked her to take over for her while she helped Dan. Then she went back over and asked him to follow her. 

She took him to a room and shut the door, and told him to have a seat at the table. She told him, “It’s quiet here and we won’t be disturbed.”

She sat down at the table across from Dan and asked him to tell her what he needed help with in science. He told her, “Midterms are coming up, and we have to do a big project.”

He explained what he needed to do, but he had no idea what he could do. Sue left the room. She was only gone for a couple of minutes, and when she came back, she had a couple of books with her. 

This time, she sat down beside Dan so they could both read from the same book. They sat there and read for about an hour about projects he could do for the midterm. Dan asked, “Will you help me with a project?”

Sue told him, “Let me talk with your mom, and if she can pay me, I’ll help you in any way I can, ok?”

Then she told him, “The library is closing, so it’s time for you to leave.”

As Dan was going out the door, Sue told him, “Don’t tell your mom I helped you. I want it to be a surprise when I talk to her.”

Dan didn’t answer her, he just ran straight home. He was so happy that he might be able to keep playing football. 

The next day was Friday, and Dan had an hour of football practice after school. Dan got to the library a little after four PM. When he got to the library, Sue was helping people check out their items. 

As soon as she finished helping them, Dan went to the desk and said, “Sorry, I’m late. I didn’t know the coach was going to have a surprise practice after school.”

She told him, “Hey, that’s ok. So, have you decided what you want to do for your science project?”

He told her yes, he had decided and opened the science book he had checked out the day before, and showed her. 

Sue told him, “Ok, well, we can’t do anything on it today since we don’t have any supplies. But I’ll tell you what, this weekend I’ll go buy the supplies you need and we can start on it after school on Monday, since you have an away game this weekend.

Dan asked, “Have you talked to my mom yet about you being my tutor?”

Sue said, “No, I haven’t had the time. But I promise, when the two of you get back from your game, I’ll talk to her.”

Dan said, “Mom’s not going to the game. She said she just wants to stay home and relax this weekend.”

Dan stayed until the library closed, and he and Sue walked out together. Sue asked him, “Do you need a ride home?”

Dan said, “No, I’m going to run home. I need the exercise for tomorrow’s game.”

Sue had friends at the high school, so it wasn’t hard to find out Dan’s mom’s name or where they lived. She also found out that everyone would be leaving for the away game at about three PM the next day.

Sue was at the school to see the team off, then drove over to Dan’s house. Dan’s mom, Paige, answered the door in a bathrobe. It looked to Sue like she had just gotten out of bed. She was wearing a bathrobe and her hair was all messed up, and she was yawning when she asked, “Yes, can I help you? 

Sue asked, “Mrs. Parks? Mrs. Paige Parks?”

The lady said, “It’s Ms, but yeah, that’s me. Look, whatever you’re selling, I’m not buying, so go away.”

Paige tried to shut the door, but Sue wedged her foot in it, preventing her from closing it. Sue said, “I’m not selling anything. I’m a friend of your son Dan.”

Paige opened the door and invited Sue in and said, “What about Dan?

Sue explained how she had met Dan and how she was helping him with his science project so he could get a good grade and stay on the football team at school. She said, “I’m willing to tutor him, if we can agree on payment.”

Paige said, “Well, hopefully we can come to some kind of financial agreement. I just don’t have much extra money.”

Paige asked Sue, “Do you want some coffee? I need coffee.”

Sue said, “Sure, I could drink a cup.”

Sue followed Paige into the kitchen. She took two cups out of the cupboard and then filled them from the coffee pot on the counter. She asked Sue, “Do you take sugar or milk? 

Sue said, “No, black is fine.”

The two talked for a few minutes, then, when Paige stood up to get another cup of coffee, she froze when she was only halfway to her feet. She froze like a statue. Sue asked, “Are you ok, Paige?”

Paige said, “No, my back is out again.”

Sue said, “Here, let me help you.”

Paige said, “No, no! Don’t touch me, please!”

She said, “Only a chiropractor can help me.”

Sue told her, “Well, you’re in luck, Paige. I used to be a chiropractor’s assistant. I know almost as much as they do. Let me help you.”

The truth was, Sue knew a lot more about the human body than any chiropractor, and she was going to show Paige just how much. And they were going to have so much fun.

Sue jumped up from her chair and pulled the chair out from under Paige, then she gently put a hand on her back and said, “Ok, first things first. We need to get you to a flat surface, other than the floor.”

Paige was doubled over at the waist, her head almost touching the floor. She told Sue, “How about the sofa in the front room?”

Sue told her, “That’s not going to help much. I need to be able to get around both sides of you, and I can’t do that if you’re lying on that. A bed would be better. How about your bedroom?”

When Paige lifted her arm to point the way to her room, she cried out in pain. Sue told her, “Ok, how about you just tell me where your room is and I’ll maneuver you there somehow.”

With a lot of effort, because she was in so much back pain, she said, “It’s, ow, down the hall, ow, second door on the, ow, right, ow.”

Sue gently put her hand on Sue’s back and said, “Ok, now. Do you think you can make it to your room if I help you?”

Paige said, “I’ll, ow, I’ll, ow. Try.”

Every step Paige took caused her back pain. She took a step and she cried out, “Ow!”

Every step Paige took to her room was like that. She took a step and she cried, “Ow!”

By the time they had gotten to Paige’s room, the pain had gotten worse. They were at the door to her room, and Sue said, “Ok, Paige, we’re almost there. Just a couple more steps.”

Sue let her rest a minute before going into the room, then she steadied her and asked, “Ready to go again?”

Paige sighed and took a deep breath, and said, “Ok.”

This time she didn’t take just one step at a time. She took two of three, so she was all the way in the room. When she got into the room, she was breathing heavily and she cried out, “Oh, God, oh, God, it hurts so bad!”

Sue told her, “Ok, Paige, you’re doing good. Now we just need to get you out of that robe, ok?”

When Sue went to untie the belt on Paige’s bathrobe, Paige said, “No, no, no! Wait, wait!”

Sue stopped and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Paige told her, “I don’t have anything on under it.”

Sue smiled. Paige couldn’t see her since she was standing behind her. Sue said, “Well, I can’t help you if you don’t remove your robe. I need to feel your muscles and massage them so they loosen up. I can’t do that through your robe. It’s too thick. I can’t feel what I need to feel.”

Sue waited for Paige to make up her mind, then she said, “Look, it’s just us girls here.”

Paige said, “I know. But I’ve never been naked in front of another woman before.”

Sue was surprised and said, “Well, about the only other thing you can do is wait until Monday and see if you can get an appointment with a chiropractor. But you are going to be in a lot of pain until then. Or you can let me help you. I mean, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You have a great body.”

Sue smiled and thought, What’s a little white lie if it gets me what I want? 

Paige finally decided to let Sue help her off with her robe. What could she do? She couldn’t stay in the position she was in until Monday.

Once Sue took her robe off, she could see that Paige had about twenty-five pounds on her. Sure, she had some love handles, but they were in just the right places to make her look sexy. 

After Sue had helped Paige off with her robe, she gave her a minute to recover. Even with Sue’s help, it was a painful process, a bunch of ouches, and, oh my God, it hurts!, from Paige, until it was finally off her and she was completely naked.

Sue made sure to ‘accidentally’ brush her hands up against Paige’s breasts and ass. Paige either didn’t notice because she was in so much pain, or didn’t care, or both. 

Sue gave Paige another breather, then she said, “Ok, Paige. Now this next part is going to be the worst of the pain.”

Paige tried to turn to look at Sue, but when she did, she felt a sharp pain shoot through her neck, and she stopped. She asked, “What do you mean, ‘the worst pain’? What are you going to do to me?”

Sue said, “Well, I need to get you up on the bed so I can help you, and there’s going to be a lot of pain when I do it.”

Sue may have only weighed about a hundred pounds, but she was strong. She barely had any trouble getting Paige up on her bed. She may have made it take a little longer than she should have, and she may have caused Paige more pain than she had to while helping her into the bed, but Paige would be that much more grateful when she finally made all the pain go away with her magic hands.

Paige was now on the bed, her face on the bed turned to the side, her ass in the air, her legs up under her and arms lying at her sides. Whenever she tried to move at all, she cried. 

Since Paige couldn’t turn her head, Sue took out her cell phone and got a few pictures of her in that position. Keepsakes, Sue thought. 

Sue asked Paige, “Are you ready to start now?”

Paige said, “Give me just a minute, ok?”

Paige told her, “Ok. While we’re waiting, do you have any lotion or oil that I can use on you?”

Paige said, “Yes, there is some baby oil in the cabinet in the bathroom.”

Sue went and got it, and when she came back, but before she climbed onto the bed with Paige, she asked, “Have you ever had a massage before?”

Paige said, “No, I haven’t.”

Sue said, “Well, you’re in for a real treat. You’ll feel like a new woman when I’m done with you.”

Sue then got in position on the bed behind her like she was going to fuck her doggystyle. She poured some baby oil into both hands and rubbed them together, then she started to massage Paige’s shoulders. Gently at first, then harder the longer she messaged her.

Sue asked, “Does that feel better?”

Paige said, “Yes, my shoulders feel better, but it’s not doing anything for my back.”

Sue told her, “Well, I need to go slow. I don’t know how much damage has been done to your back. I need to feel around and check you out.”

After a few more minutes of Sue massaging Paige’s shoulders she slowly moved her hands down her sides, poking and prodding.

When she got to her ass Sue gave it some attention. For some reason Paige didn’t think her butt had anything to do with her back, but hey she had never had a massage before, plus it felt good. 

Sue told Paige, “Ok, I’m going to help you straighten out your legs one at a time.”

Sue rubbed and massaged both of Paige’s legs, from her thighs, all the way down to her feet, then she said, “Ok, Paige. When I tell you, I want you to slowly try to straighten out your right leg.”

Paige asked, “Is it going to hurt?”

Sue told her, “It shouldn’t, but if it does, just stop and I’ll message it some more. Now, on the count of three, slowly stretch out your right leg.”

Sue counted down, ”Three…two…one.”

When Sue said ‘one’, Paige slowly straightened out her right leg, just like Sue told her to.

Once Paige’s right leg was flat on the bed, Sue asked her, “Any pain in your back or leg when you straighten your leg out?”

Paige said, “No, no pain at all.”

Sue asked, “Ok, ready to do the same with your left leg?”

Paige took a deep breath and said, “Ok, I’m ready.”

Sue said, “Let me massage it a little first.”

Sue rubbed and massaged Paige’s left leg, the exact same way she did her right leg, then said, “Ok, let’s do it just like you did your right leg. On the count of three, slowly straighten your left leg.”

Paige said, “Ok, I’m ready.”

Sue said, “Ok, here we go. Three…two…one…straighten it out…slowly.”

Paige straightened out her left leg just like she had done her right. Sue asked, “Any pain when you straightened your left leg out?”

Paige told her, “No, there was no pain at all.”

Sue said, “Well, that’s good. I should be able to fix your back without causing you too much pain.”

Paige was now lying face down on her bed, her arms by her sides, her face turned to the side, lying on a big fluffy pillow. Sue asked, “Do you want to take a breather before I start on your back?”

Paige said, “No, just please, fix me.”

Sue was an expert when it came to pressure points on people. She could touch someone with one finger, and they would be paralyzed until she released them. 

Sue said, “Ok. I’m going to work on the middle of your back some. Just let me know if what I do hurts or if it feels good.”

Paige said, “Ok, I will.”

At first, Sue just started feeling around with her hands on Paige’s back. When she started pressing on her back, Paige started to moan and said, “Oh, my God. That feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

Sue spent a couple of minutes massaging Paige’s back, pressing harder and harder the more she massaged her. 

Without Paige knowing, Sue pressed a pressure point with the tip of her finger on Paige’s back, and it pretty much paralyzed Paige from the neck down. Sue said, “Ok, I’m going to help you roll over on your back now.”

Sue pretended to struggle with turning Paige over onto her back, and she couldn’t do it. She told Paige, “I need you to work with me so I can get you over onto your back.”  

Paige told Sue, “I c-can’t m-move.”

Sue knew the answer to the next question before she even asked it, “Can you move anything?”

Sue could hear the fear in Paige’s voice as she said, “I c-can’t m-move anything below my n-neck!”

She told Paige, “Ok, I’m sure I can help you. But we need to get you over onto your back first.”

Paige said, “B-but I c-can’t m-move so I c-can’t help you.”

Sue told her, “Hey, don’t worry. I’m stronger than I look.”

Sue then quickly rolled Paige over onto her back. It took about five seconds for Sue to roll Paige over her back, and as she did, Paige was like, “Ow, ow, ow!”

Once Paige was on her back, Sue said, “Ok, now I think I can help you. Are you ok, Paige?”

Paige said, “Y-yeah. I’m ok.”

Sue leaned close to Paige’s face and said, “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”

Paige said, “Ha, ha, very funny.”

Sue went to Paige’s closet and got a couple of her belts and placed them on the floor out of sight of her by the bed. Paige asked, “What did you just do?”

Sue said, “Oh, nothing. I just had to get something from your closet.”

Paige asked, “What did you get from the closet?”

Sue told her, “Just something I’ll need later to help fix your back, that’s all.”

Sue took Paige’s left leg in both hands and started to massage it. Gently at first, then harder the longer she massaged it. She asked Paige, “Can you move your leg now?”

Again, Sue knew what the answer would be before Paige even answered her, and she was correct. Paige said, “No, I can’t move it!”

Sue told her, “Ok, ok. Don’t panic. Temporary paralysis is normal with back spasms. We have plenty of time for me to fix you. Dan is going to be gone all weekend for his away game, right?”

Paige said, “Yes, but I have a friend who likes to drop by unannounced when she knows I’m home alone. Oh my God! What if she drops by and sees me like this!?”

Sue suggested, “Well, why don’t you call her and tell her not to come over. Tell her this is the first weekend you’ve had to yourself in a long time, and that you want to enjoy it alone.” 

Paige thought for a second and said, “Ok, get my phone and call her for me. Her name is in my contacts under Sarah.”

Sue got Paige’s phone for her and called Sarah, then held the phone up to Paige’s ear, and when Sarah answered, she told her just what Sue suggested she tell her, and Sarah said she understood and she would see her in a few days. 

After Paige hung up the phone, Sue took it from her and laid it on the dresser and said, “Now, let’s see if we can get you fixed, ok?”

Sue started at Paige’s neck poking and prodding ‘feeling her muscles and fixing them’. Sue then moved down to her shoulders, doing the same thing. 

She then ran both hands over Paige’s breasts, squeezing them hard. Paige had tits about the size of cantaloupes. Just the size Paige liked. 

Sue wanted to take one of Paige’s nipples into her mouth and suck on it, but she thought Paige might get a little suspicious of what she was doing. 

As Sue squeezed Paige’s breasts, she moaned, and Sue asked, “Are you ok?”

Paige must not have realized at first that she was moaning because she said, “Huh, what?! Uh, yeah, yeah. I’m ok.”

Sue then moved down past Paige’s breasts to her stomach area. She had a little bit of a belly on her. She had love handles, just what she liked. 

She poked and pushed and prodded, just like she did on her neck and breasts. Paige grunted when she pushed a little too hard, and Sue said, “Sorry about that.”

Paige said, “That’s ok.”

Sue worked past her belly to Paige’s outer thighs. Sue told her, “Ok, this isn’t going to work. Let me try something.”

She could have easily touched a pressure point on Paige so she could use her legs, but instead,

she picked up one of the belts off the floor that she had gotten from Paige’s closet. Sue then pulled Paige’s right leg to the bedpost and started tying it to it with the belt. 

Paige couldn’t move, but she could feel, and she asked, “Why are you tying my foot to the bedpost?”

Sue told her, “I need your legs spread wide to fix your back. I’m going to tie your other foot to the other bedpost too.”

Paige thought it was awfully strange that she would need to be tied up for Sue to fix her back, but hey, Sue was the masseuse/chiropractor, not her. 

Once Sue had both her legs spread wide, she started to rub and massage Paige’s right foot. She asked Paige, “How does that feel?”

Paige said, “It feels ok.”

Sue decided it was time to ‘push some buttons’. She started pressing her fingers on the bottom of Paige’s foot. She told Paige, “Let me know if you feel anything.”

As Sue started pushing on the bottom of Paige’s foot, a wave of pleasure surged through her body. She didn’t tell Sue she felt anything; she just moaned. 

Sue asked her, “Do you feel anything yet?”

Sue pushed another ‘button’ on the bottom of Paige’s foot, sending another wave of pleasure through her body. This time she did speak. She moaned, “Ohhhhh, my…God!”

Sue just kept pushing ‘buttons’ and innocently asked Paige, “Are you ok, Paige?”

Paige answered, “Mmmmm. This can’t be p-part of t-the m-m-massage!”

Sue asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

Paige said, “Y-y-yes.”

Sue pushed another ‘button’, sending an even bigger and longer wave of pleasure through her body, and asked as she did, “Are you sure?”

Paige just moaned and said, “Ohhhhh, God! W-what are y-you doing t-to m-meeeee!?”

Sue just kept pushing ‘buttons’, sending wave after wave of pleasure through Paige’s body, each wave of pleasure more powerful than the last one. Sue said, “Tell me what you want, Paige.”

Paige asked, “ W-what do you m-mean? Oh, my god!”

Sue was just going to tease her for a little while now. She asked her, “Do you want me to fix your back, Paige?”

Paige moaned, “Mmmm, y-yes, of c-course!”

Sue asked, “Anything else?”

Paige asked, “Like, w-what? Ohhhh, God!”

Sue said, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you would like me to make/let you cum?”

Paige moaned, “Mmmmmm, God, y-yes!”

Sue asked, “What will you do for me if I let you cum?”

Paige begged Sue, “Y-yes! P-pleeeeease l-let meeeee c-cum! I w-want, n-need to c-cum soooo b-bad!”

Sue told her, “Ok, I’ll let you cum.”

Paige started professing her thanks, “Ohhhh, t-thank y-you! T-thank y-you!”

Sue told her, “Not so fast. What will you do for me if I let you cum?”

Then she sent another wave of pleasure through Paige’s body. The most powerful one yet. Paige said, “I d-don’t have m-much money, y-you know t-that! Ohhhh God, p-please let m-me c-um!”

Sue said, “Did I say I wanted money?”

Paige moaned, “Mmmmm, no-no. Y-you didn’t. Goddddd!”

Sue said, “I’ll let you cum. But then you have to be my sex slave anytime I want. You will eat my pussy, rim my ass, anything, is that clear?”

Paige agreed, “Y-yes! Anything, j-just p-please! Let m-me c-cummmm!”

Paige screamed, “F-fuck! T-he pleasure s-shooting through m-me is l-like n-nothing I have e-ever felt b-before! S-so why c-can’t I c-cum!?”

Sue explained it to her, “Well, you see, I know where all your pleasure points are and I can make you feel whatever I want you to feel. I can make the pleasure as intense as I want. But you can’t cum unless or until I actually physically touch you. For instance, I would have to touch your pussy with a finger or my mouth or a toy for you to cum.”

Paige begged, “P-please, t-touch meeee! L-let me c-cum! I p-promise I w-will b a g-good g-girl and d-do a-anything you w-want!”

Sue said, “Ok, I think you have suffered enough. But you have to prove I can trust you.”

Paige asked, “W-what do y-you mean, t-trust m-me?”

Sue pushed another ‘button’ to send another wave of intense pleasure through Paige’s body as she explained, “Well, we will get into a sixty-nine position and when you have satisfied me enough with your mouth then I will let you cum. Does that sound fair to you, Paige?”

What else could Paige do but agree? Sue had her at her mercy. Paige said, “Y-yes, Y-yes! I’ll d-do a-anything! J-ust pleeeeease l-let me c-cum!”

Sue quickly undressed then got on the bed again, her pussy just inches away from Paige’s face. Sue asked her, “Are you ready?”

Paige screamed, “Y-yes! Y-es! Let me e-eat your p-pussy!”

She tried lifting her head off the bed to touch Sue’s pussy with her tongue, but Sue kept far enough out of her reach so she couldn’t. She couldn’t reach up with her hands and pull Sue’s pussy to her mouth since she was still paralyzed from the neck down, at least until Sue released her.

As Sue slowly lowered her pussy onto Paige’s face she told her, “If you want to cum, you have to make me cum. Do you understand?”

Paige told her, “Y-es, y-yes! I u-understand!”

Paige didn’t know how much more pleasure she could take from Sue pushing her pleasure points without being able to cum. She was afraid she would pass out if she didn’t get to cum soon. 

As soon as Sue’s pussy touched her mouth, Paige was shoving her tongue into her as deep as she could. Paige had never eaten pussy before but she knew what she liked when a guy would eat her out and she did what they did. After flicking her tongue deep in Sue’s pussy as fast and as deep as she could go she found her clit and gently bit it with her teeth and sucked suck on it. She would switch between flicking her tongue and biting and sucking on Sue’s clit, hoping it would make her cum so Sue would let her cum.

Paige tried to beg Sue to let her cum, but with her mouth full of Sue’s pussy nothing intelligible could be heard. Sue said, “Yes, yes. I can’t understand you, but I know what you’re trying to say. You want me to let you cum. Well, you know our deal. You make me cum and I’ll let you cum. You haven’t satisfied me yet, and until you do, you don’t get to cum.”

Paige renewed her efforts eating Sue’s pussy. She tried everything every guy ever tried on her. She was so busy concentrating on making Sue cum that she didn’t notice Sue was slowly fingering her pussy until she was gushing like a geyser. About two seconds after her pussy erupted, Sue was filling Paige’s mouth with her cum.

Sue buried her face in Paige’s pussy when she started to cum and lifted her pussy off of Paige’s face so she could hear her reaction at finally being allowed to cum. When Sue lifted her pussy from Paige’s face, Paige screamed, “Ohhhhh, God! Yes, yes, yes! It feels sooooo gooooooood?”

Paige kept crying, “Oh, God, oh, God!” over and over until her orgasm subsided. 

As soon as Paige started cumming, Sue pushed the ‘button’ to stop the wave of pleasure flowing through her body, now that she was orgasming. Sue kept her face buried in Paige’s pussy, drinking up all her cum and juices untill her orgasm subsided. She then turned around so she was facing Paige and crawled up her body, kissing and licking as she went. Licking her own juices from Paige’s tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples as she moved to her neck kissing and licking.

Once she was up by her face, she kissed Paige on the lips so they could each taste the other’s cum and juices. Paige was surprised at first by the kiss and pulled away, but when Sue kissed her again, she eagerly kissed her back, tasting her own juices on Sue’s mouth.

Sue kissed Paige’s neck and whispered in her ear, “So, how did you like your first time with a woman?”

Paige just moaned. Sue then said, “Just remember, we’re not through yet.”

Paige turned her face to kiss Sue again and asked, “What do you mean?”

Sue asked, “Well, you want me to tutor Dan, don’t you?

Paige said, “Yes, of course I do.”

Sue told her, “Well, then this is just the beginning. I will tutor Dan until he graduates high school, but you have to serve me sexually, whenever and wherever I want, understand?”

Paige smiled and said, “Ok, but I have one question.”

Sue asked, “And that is?”

Paige asked, “Will I get to cum too?”

Sue told her, “Well, you servicing me will be payment for me tutoring Dan. But if you are a good girl and do a good job servicing me, I might let you cum.”

Sue got up from the bed, and as she did, she touched a pressure point on Paige and said, “Ok, you can get up now.”

Paige said, “But my back?”

Sue told her, “Try to get up.”

Paige slowly tried to get up off the bed, and when she did, she noticed she didn’t have any back pain at all and didn’t have any trouble moving. Paige laughed and said, “I feel as good as new. No back pain, no trouble moving.”

Sue started to get dressed, and Paige asked, “You’re leaving?”

Sue told her, “Yes. I have previous engagements that I can’t put off.”

Sue finished dressing and gave Paige a quick peck on her cheek, and left.

At 4 pm precisely the next afternoon, John and I arrived at the hotel spa’s reception, where we were treated to a refreshing herbal fruit drink while we completed the necessary paperwork. We were then led into a changing room to fully undress and slip into the flimsiest of panties. John had proudly strutted around in them, showing off his ‘bulge’. We had both laughed at his antics. Then we were led into our massage room and introduced to our masseuses.

I was utterly shocked when I was introduced to mine – it was Maya from the beach the day before. What were the chances that she was a masseuse as well as a model, let alone a masseuse at my hotel’s spa, and that she was mine and not John’s? Kismet or what?, I thought to myself, trying to hide my surprise. I could see that Maya was equally as surprised as she led me, with a twinkle in her eye, to one of the two massage tables.

John was shown to the other table, and we were both asked to lie face down. I did as I was told, my heart pounding in my chest like a kick drum, as I anticipated Maya’s touch. As we were manoeuvring ourselves onto the tables, Maya pulled a curtain out from the end wall between the two massage tables to add a little bit of additional privacy.

The room was dimly lit, filled with the soft sounds of instrumental music and the distant hum of the air conditioner. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus permeated the air, a soothing balm to my nerves.

I tried to focus on the calming ambiance, but my mind was elsewhere, consumed by the thought of Maya’s hands on my body. I could hear John’s masseuse, a Thai woman probably in her mid thirties, starting her work on him. I could hear the sound of oil squirting from a bottle and the rhythmic motion of her hands on his back.

Then, I felt it – Maya’s touch. Her hands were warm and soft, gliding over my skin with a gentle pressure that sent shivers down my spine. She started at my shoulders, her fingers kneading my muscles, working out the tension that had built up over the years.

I could feel her breath on my skin, warm and inviting, as she leaned over me. Her touch was firm yet gentle, each stroke of her hands sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel myself melting into the bed, my limbs growing heavy and languid as she worked her magic.

“Jesus, that feels good,” I heard John murmur from the other side of the curtain. I smiled to myself, glad to hear that he was enjoying his massage.

But my focus was solely on Maya, on the way her hands moved over my body, exploring every inch of my skin. She worked her way down my back, her fingers tracing the curve of my spine, her thumbs pressing into the knots that had formed there. I could feel my body responding to her touch, my nipples hardening, my pussy growing wet.

Her hands moved lower, over the swell of my ass, her fingers digging into the flesh, kneading it like dough. I could feel her breath on my skin, her lips brushing against my back as she leaned over me. I wanted to turn around, to see her face, to kiss her, but knew that I was just letting my fantasy carry me away. I bit my lip, my breath coming in short gasps as her hands moved lower, down to the backs of my thighs. She worked her way back up, her fingers digging into the muscles, her thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I could feel my pussy throbbing, my clit aching for her touch.

Then, was it my imagination, or was there the slightest contact on that so sensitive area between my pussy and my ass? I couldn’t tell for sure – it was probably just my imagination running away with me.

But then, as she applied more oil to my shoulders, she leant down and whispered in my ear, “The other two are far enough away for me to do a little bit of ‘extra’ exploring of your body – if you would like, that is. I’ll be very discreet, but if I do, you must be as quiet as you can, please – no loud moans. Just touch my hand if you’d like that.”

I reached out for her hand to let her know my answer. My heart was pounding in my chest as I anticipated her touch. She started slow, her hands working their way up my legs, her thumbs brushing against my inner thighs. I spread my legs slightly, inviting her to explore further. Her hands moved higher, her fingers brushing against the flimsy knickers. I could feel the heat of her touch, the dampness growing between my legs.

I wanted-no, I needed-her to touch me. I arched my back slightly, pushing my ass up, inviting her to explore further. She took the hint, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my knickers, pulling them down slowly, exposing my bare ass to the cool air of the room.

I then heard her talking to her colleague, speaking in English for our benefit, “Noon, we need the background music up a bit – we can’t hear it over here.” Noon leant over to the control and turned it up. “Is that enough?” she asked. “Maybe another couple of clicks,” Maya replied.

Maya was obviously satisfied with the new level and shouted ‘okay’ back to Noon. I’ve often wondered afterwards, did Noon know why Maya asked for the volume to be increased?

Satisfied that the volume was now loud enough, she lent down and whispered in my ear, “Fuck, you have a gorgeous ass,” her voice was laced with desire. “I’ve been wanting to get my hands on it ever since the very first time I saw you down on the beach in that skimpy black thong bikini you wear when you go for your morning runs.”

I could feel her breath on my skin, her lips brushing against my ass cheeks as she spoke. I pushed back against her, a silent invitation for her to continue. She took it, her hands gripping my ass, her fingers digging into the flesh as she spread my ass cheeks apart.

I could feel the cool air against my exposed pussy, wetness coating my labia. I was dripping, my arousal evident, my need for her touch overwhelming.

Maya let out a low chuckle, her fingers tracing the line of my ass crack, teasing me, making me squirm. “Looks like you’re already wet for me,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire. “This is going to be fun! But remember, no squirming and no loud moans.” She emphasised the last part, her fingers tracing the edge of my pussy, making me shiver with anticipation.

I nodded, biting my lip to hold back a groan as her fingers brushed against my clit, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

Maya chuckled, a low, seductive sound that made my pussy clench.

“Good girl,” she whispered, her fingers leaving my clit to trace the length of my slit, gathering my sticky wetness. “Looks as though you’re well and truly ready for this,” she added as she licked my juices off her fingers.

I bit my lip harder, trying to keep my moans at bay as she slid a finger inside me, pumping it in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. I could feel my body responding, my pussy clenching around her finger, drawing her in deeper.

“You’re so tight,” Maya whispered, her voice ragged with desire. “I can’t wait to explore your pussy when it’s just us two on our own. You’re here for another couple of days? Let’s see if we can find an opportunity for another meet-up – just you and me on our own.” Her words sent a shiver down my spine, the promise of more to come making my pussy throb in anticipation. The thought of having her all to myself was almost too much to bear.

Maya’s finger continued to gently pump in and out of me, her thumb now circling my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could hear the noise of my pussy juices slurping against her fingers.

What would I do if I reached orgasm, which was approaching so fast now? I could feel it accelerating at a pace I couldn’t control.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip even harder, trying to hold back the loud moans that were threatening to escape. I focused on the music in the background instead, letting it wash over me, becoming my only solace in that moment of unbridled pleasure.

Maya’s finger disappeared from me suddenly, breaking me out of my music-filled daze. I could sense that she was kneeling behind me now, her breath hot against my skin.

I felt her hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks wide open, exposing my puckered asshole and wet pussy to her.

“God, look at how fucking wet you are,” she growled, her voice no more than a whisper. “I knew you’d be like this, I knew it. That pussy of yours is so fucking desperate for this, isn’t it?”

I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, my breath coming in ragged gasps as she spoke. I couldn’t deny it, I couldn’t fucking deny it even if I wanted to.

My pussy was dripping wet now, soaking the cover sheet beneath me. I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs.

“Yes,” I breathed out, unable to stop the word from slipping out from between my lips. “I’m so fucking wet for you, Maya. I can’t help it, I just want you to keep touching me there.”

Maya let out a low chuckle, her fingers tracing the outline of my pussy lips before suddenly breaching it with a finger.

I could feel her enter me, her finger sliding easily into me, as I opened up to her, my pussy welcoming her invading finger. She pumped it in and out, her finger filling me up, making me moan a bit louder than I intended, despite my efforts to keep it quiet.

Noon, the masseuse on the other side of the partition didn’t seem to notice, nor did my husband, thankfully. Maya kept going, her finger probing deeper, curling into me, hitting my G-spot.

I bit my lip harder, trying to hold in the scream of pure ecstasy that threatened to burst out. She maintained a steady rhythm, her finger working in and out, the sound of my wetness seeming to fill the room. I was convinced the other two would be bound to hear the slurping sounds coming from my pussy. The anticipation of what was coming next built up in my mind – my brain was on the verge of overloading from the pleasure.

Her finger slipped out of me with a wet slurp, and I whined, missing her touch already. She leaned down close to my ear and whispered, “We’ve only about 10 minutes, 15 max, of this session left. Look, we can always continue our fun, in private, some other time whilst you’re still here at the hotel. But is there anything else you’d like me to do before this session ends? What do you say?” Maya asked, her voice a mix of impatience and invitation. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to still the whirling storm of desire coursing through my veins. The minutes felt endless, the seconds dragging on like hours as I tried to find the perfect response.

“Do it,” I finally whispered, surrendering to the animalistic need that had taken over since my first sight of Maya. She smiled, her hand cupping my cheek as she leaned in to whisper, “Yes, baby. I’ll do it.”

I felt her stand up, her movements stealthy and calculated as she moved around the massage table, stealing glances at me as she went.

I could hear the sound of the oil bottle being opened and of her rubbing her hands together, preparing for what was about to come. I tried to gather my thoughts, to bring myself back to reality, but all I could think about was Maya’s fingers making their way up my body, her lips brushing against my skin, her breath hot and heavy against my neck.

Maya stood up and looked down at me with a wicked smile. “Now, it’s time for the final act, my lovely,” she whispered.

I could feel her finger pressing, stretching my tight asshole, my body trembling with anticipation.

She slid her finger in deeper, letting me adjust to the feeling before slowly pulling it out and pushing it back inside. The sensation was intense, bringing me closer to the edge. I moaned, and she quickly placed her hand over my mouth, muffling the sound.

“Shhhh,” she whispered in my ear, still finger fucking my ass, making me want more.

I felt her other hand move up to my breast, teasing my nipple with her thumb and index finger. She tugged gently, and I gasped, my body bucking against the massage table.

“Shhhh, the music could end anytime,” she growled. “We don’t want hubby to know what you’ve been doing, do we? Enjoy your last few minutes on the bed.”

Maya’s words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I felt myself grow wetter in anticipation of what was to come. I could feel her finger still twirling inside me, exploring me in that erotic forbidden spot that was slowly driving me wild. I nodded silently, wanting to enjoy the moment, knowing how limited our time was and how much I desired this.

Maya continued to move her finger in and out of my ass, setting the pace. She adjusted her thumb, circling around my clit, the sensations intense and all-consuming.

I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing up as it reached its peak. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape.

But then, suddenly, the curtain between the two massage beds opened, and I could hear John’s voice, asking if everything was okay. Maya had quickly and expertly flung the sheet over my exposed body, covering up the secrets going on underneath. My heart raced as I waited for Maya’s response.

“Yes, we’re just fine,” she replied with a smile in her voice, her hand still on my breast, her finger still moving in and out of my ass. “Just found a knot or two in Emily’s back that need easing. You know how it is,” she laughed, a laugh that held a tinge of embarrassment.

John chuckled, oblivious to the fact that I was on the verge of an impending orgasm. “Ah, the joys of couples massages,” he said with a grin. “Well, I’ll leave you to it then. I’m going to have a quick shower before we head back to our room.”

The curtain closed again, and I released the breath I had been holding. My orgasm had been so close, denied by fate and an intruding husband. Maya let out a sigh, too, her fingers slowing their dance inside me. She smiled, her finger slipping out of me with a wet plop. “We’ll have to make it happen before you go back home – just the two of us,” she murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss on my waiting mouth.

“Now get out now and join your husband before he starts to get suspicious,” she said, with a devilish smirk on her lips, as she pulled her hand away from me, leaving a wet and wanton sensation.

“What about Noon?” I asked. “Will she be suspicious?”

“Don’t worry about Noon. If I know her, she may even have tried to give John a little extra pleasure,” she replied with a knowing grin. “She has a reputation for having wandering fingers with the men,” she added with a smirk.

I reluctantly got off the bed, my legs trembling and weak, and picked up my towel from the floor. I quickly wrapped it around my body, and made my way to the showers, where John was already waiting.

“Everything alright?” he asked, noticing the blush on my cheeks and the glassy look in my eyes. “Yes,” I said, “She was very good.”

I managed a smile as I stepped into the shower to quickly rinse off the excess oil from the massage. I leaned against the cold tiles as I tried to calm down from the intense and erotic encounter that Maya had just treated me to.

When I had finished up in the shower and dried off, John and I made our way back to our hotel villa, my mind still swirling with thoughts of Maya and what had just transpired between us.

As we chatted, John casually said, “You know, I think that Noon was trying to tease me a bit. Her fingers sometimes roamed very, very close to those skimpy panties I had to wear!” he said with a sly grin. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“What do you mean by ‘close’?” I asked, remembering what Maya had mentioned to me.

“Oh, you know. When she was massaging my thighs, she’d let her hands wander dangerously close to my ‘bulge’. Once or twice, I think her pinky even brushed against my balls!” John chuckled.

“But she didn’t take it any further?” I asked, still wondering about Maya’s final words to me as I left her room.

“No, of course not,” John replied with a chuckle. “But I was wishing she would! She’s not bad looking, and I bet she knows exactly how to give a man a little extra ‘surprise ending’ – but I guess that sort of thing is a bit difficult to achieve during a couples session.”

“Yes, I’m sure it would be,” I muttered, my mind already drifting back to the erotic encounter I’d just shared with Maya. If only he knew!

John thankfully seemed oblivious to the thoughts churning in my mind as we decided to head straight back to our room and take a short nap before dinner. When we clambered onto the bed, I was definitely ready for a nap, but John seemed to be a bit frisky – probably from the teasing he’d received from Noon. But, if he got anywhere near my pussy, he was bound to smell the arousal Maya had treated me too. And my pussy and ass would be a giveaway as well – both would probably still be red, swollen and puffy from the fingering she’d given me.

I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I wrapped myself in the hotel’s soft, luxurious bathrobe and tied it tightly around my waist. John gave me a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing into the bathroom to have another shower and change.

I knew I would need to distract him before our conversation turned sexual, so I flipped through the hotel brochure and pretended to be interested in the hotel’s programme highlighting their daily excursions. My mind was still reeling from Maya’s touch, and I could feel myself growing wet again at the mere thought of her.

I sighed heavily and tried to focus on the hotel brochure in front of me, but all I could think about was returning to the spa and seeing Maya again.

I glanced up as John re-entered the room, drying his hair. He caught me looking at him, and I quickly averted my eyes, feigning interest in the brochure once more.

“Something wrong?” he asked, sensing my distraction.

“No, just looking for something to do while you got ready,” I replied with a shrug. As he disappeared into the bathroom again, I decided the only option for me was to feign being asleep when he came back out – and to be honest, after my session with Maya, I was virtually asleep anyway.

John seemed to buy my act, probably under the assumption that the intense massage had exhausted me. He quietly got changed and ready for our evening meal, turned off the light, and wandered to the separate lounge area to quietly read until it was time to head off to the hotel restaurant. As he walked away, I heard him whisper, “I love you,” his voice laced with warmth and sincerity.

I watched him disappear into the adjoining room, feeling the weight lift off my shoulders. I now knew the danger point had passed. John would be too tired after dinner to continue his pursuit of a romp with me. To be honest, he was probably already masturbating in the adjoining room, to pictures or videos he’d googled on his laptop.

Or maybe he was even wanking to the vision of Maya. I couldn’t really blame him, could I?

The strange thing is, I don’t think he even recognised her as being the same girl who we had seen modelling bikinis on the beach the day before.

The thought of that made my pussy twitch in anticipation, and I repositioned myself on the bed, spreading my legs as wide as the hotel’s boudoir-style robe allowed. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift to Maya, replaying the way her fingers had explored me on the massage bed.

I slid my hand down my body until I reached my wet pussy, gasping at the sensation of my own touch. The soft, slick lips of my sex glistened in the dim light, inviting me to indulge my wildest fantasies. I couldn’t resist the temptation, not after this afternoon’s flirtation. I slipped a finger inside myself, groaning quietly as I found a familiar rhythm.

I let my mind wander to Maya, imagining her with me now in this room, her hands replacing mine. I imagined her in the dim light, standing over me as she pulled her long black hair to the side, revealing the column of her neck. I imagined myself leaning up, my lips trailing kisses from the base of her throat to the sensitive spot behind her ear. I knew she would gasp at my touch, her body trembling in anticipation.

I moved my hand faster, feeling my arousal build with each stroke.

I imagined Maya gasping in pleasure as I explored her body, my fingers tracing the curves of her breasts and sucking on her perfect nipples. Then, continuing along the line of her stomach before dipping between her legs to find her wet and waiting for me.

I let out a low moan, imagining Maya’s fingers replacing mine, her expert touch guiding me towards an explosive climax. I let myself get lost in the fantasy, the anticipation building like a crescendo. Finally, I was there – waves of pleasure sweeping over me. I writhed in ecstasy until the final wave subsided. I could feel my juices dripping off me as I lay there.

Then, spreading myself out on the bed, I released a silent sigh, letting out all the stress and tension that had built up in my body since I’d first seen Maya on the beach. The sheer intensity of the experience had left me breathless and satisfied. I felt like a different person now, confident and free, open to the possibilities that the future may hold.

But, there was no time to rest, as I could hear John coming back into the bedroom. I quickly sat up, pulling the robe together again and trying to compose myself as best I could.

“Are you ready for dinner?” I asked. He nodded as he put his book and laptop down on the desk.

“Okay, give me 5 minutes to get dressed and we’ll walk over to the restaurant, if you like,” I suggested. He smiled and said, “That’ll be great, my love. I’m feeling a bit peckish now after that massage.”

And that’s how the rest of the evening went. Dinner and a bottle of wine to share in the restaurant. A quick wander down to the beach to take in the island breeze after our exhausting day. And then back to the room and straight to bed and sleep. We were both shattered.

But all that time, I couldn’t get that image of Maya out of my mind. Would we manage to finish our adventure together before the end of the holiday? How much free time did she have for a secret tryst? Would she still feel the same way about me? Would I get to explore her perfect body?

Eventually, I fell asleep, wondering what the next day would bring.

The sun beat down on the pristine white sand beach as waves crashed against the shore. Miriam sighed and adjusted her wide-brimmed straw hat, squinting out at the azure waters. It was a picture-perfect day, the kind you see on postcards and travel brochures. Except she wasn’t here by choice.

Miriam had been on a week-long island cruise with her boyfriend Marcus, or at least, she thought he was her boyfriend. Turns out he had other plans once they hit port, ditching her to shack up with a scantily-clad bartender. Typical Marcus, she seethed—smooth talker, sexy as sin, but about as reliable as a two-bit hustler.

She and Lila, another passenger who’d gotten left behind by her tour group, had managed to flag down a small fishing boat to drop them off at this idyllic little cove. “We’ll just wait here until the next ship comes along,” Lila had said brightly. That had been two days ago. Miriam was starting to think the rickety old boat had been their last chance.

Lila appeared beside her, holding out a coconut. “Here, drink this. It’ll help keep you hydrated.”

Miriam accepted the fruit gratefully. Lila was a godsend in this whole mess. While Miriam spent her days pacing the beach and cursing her bad luck, Lila just seemed to roll with it. She was always puttering around their makeshift camp, gathering coconuts and wild herbs, splinting together a lean-to shelter. If not for Lila, Miriam shuddered to think how desperate their situation would be.

“Thanks,” Miriam said, cracking open the coconut shell. The sweet, clear liquid inside tasted like liquid heaven. She took a long sip, then passed it to Lila. “You’re a regular MacGyver, you know that?”

Lila flashed her a warm smile. “We’ll get through this. Don’t worry so much.”

Easy for her to say, Miriam thought. Lila was probably used to this kind of thing, off adventuring in the wilds of wherever. She had the effortless beauty and lean, bronzed limbs of someone who spent a lot of time outdoors. Her blonde bob hair was just starting to go frizzy in the island’s humidity, and she wore only a simple, faded green dress. Any other day, she’d be in a faded tank top and khaki shorts. The whole “castaway chic” thing really suited her.

Miriam, on the other hand, was a city girl through and through. She worked in marketing, lived in a high-rise condominium, and owned enough shoes to start her own retail shop. The idea of roughing it for more than a weekend was unthinkable. And yet, here she was, ridiculous sundress, no makeup, no blow dryer, no latte machine. She probably looked a mess.

“Hey,” Lila said softly. “Are you okay? You seem… distant.”

Miriam blinked, realizing she’d tuned out for a moment. “Oh! Yeah, I’m fine. Just… thinking.”

“About your boyfriend, the jerk?” Lila offered a sympathetic smile. “You’re better off without him, you know. He didn’t deserve a woman like you.”

A little thrill ran through Miriam at Lila’s words. “A woman like me?” she repeated, feeling a bit dazed.

“You know what I mean,” Lila said, bumping her shoulder against Miriam’s playfully. “Smart. Funny. Beautiful inside and out. He was a fool to dump you.”

Miriam’s heart started to pound. Was she imagining things, or was there a subtle heat behind Lila’s gaze? She licked her suddenly dry lips, hyperaware of how close they were standing. She could feel the warmth radiating off Lila’s body, smell the coconut-scented sunscreen on her skin. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

Lila reached out and tucked a stray curl behind Miriam’s ear, the tips of her fingers brushing Miriam’s cheek. “You don’t have to say anything. I see you, Miriam. The real you, not the persona you put out there for the world. You’re special.”

Miriam’s eyes fluttered closed at the touch, her breath catching in her throat. She’d been so starved for affection, for someone to truly see her. And Lila did, she was sure of it now. The way she looked at Miriam, her gaze open and appreciative…

In a burst of courage, Miriam leaned in and kissed her.

Lila made a soft noise of surprise but melted into the contact immediately, her lips parting beneath Miriam’s. The kiss was sweet, searching, a revelation. Miriam wrapped her arms around Lila’s neck, tangling her fingers in Lila’s silky hair as she deepened the embrace.

Lila’s hands slid down to cup Miriam’s hips, drawing their bodies flush. Miriam gasped as she felt Lila’s breasts press against her own through the thin fabric of their shirts. She’d never kissed a woman before, but it felt so right, so natural, like coming home.

They kissed for a long moment, tongues stroking and twisting together, until Lila finally pulled back. “Wow,” she breathed, her eyes heavy-lidded and cheeks flushed. “That was…”

“Amazing,” Miriam finished, her own voice husky. She licked her kiss-swollen lips, chasing Lila’s taste. “I’ve never wanted anyone so badly in my life.”

Lila’s smile was pure sin. “Then what are we waiting for?”

She took Miriam’s hand and led her towards their shelter, her intentions clear. Miriam followed eagerly, her body thrumming with desire. The rest of the world fell away – her ruined cruise, her cheating boyfriend, the fact that they were stranded on a deserted island. All that mattered was Lila and the promise of her touch.

As they ducked into the shade of the lean-to, Lila turned and pushed Miriam up against the supports. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you on that boat,” she confessed, her hands roaming over Miriam’s sides and back. “I thought I was losing my mind.”

“You weren’t,” Miriam panted, arching into her touch. “I noticed you, too. I just… I didn’t know how to process it.”

“Well, process this,” Lila growled, and captured Miriam’s mouth in another searing kiss.

They came together in a tangle of limbs and fevered caresses, all teasing licks and biting kisses and grasping hands. Lila pulled Miriam’s dress down to cup her breasts, and Miriam cried out at the touch, her back bowing. Lila thumbed her nipples until they were straining, aching points, before drawing one into her hot mouth to suckle.

Miriam fisted her hands in Lila’s hair, holding her to her breast as pleasure lashed through her. “Oh god, Lila, yes… just like that.”

Lila released her nipple with a wet pop, blowing on the sensitive peak. “You taste even sweeter than I imagined,” she purred, before kissing her way down Miriam’s quivering stomach. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of Miriam’s dress and tugged it down, along with her panties.

Miriam kicked them off impatiently, too desperate to feel Lila’s hands on her bare skin to worry about modesty. Not that there was anyone around to see them anyway.

Lila nudged her thighs apart and settled between them, her breath hot against Miriam’s freshly shaved mound. “I’m going to eat this pretty pussy until you scream,” she promised darkly.

Miriam’s response was lost in a broken moan as Lila sealed her lips over her clit and sucked. Her hips jerked forward, seeking more of that exquisite suction, and her hands flew to Lila’s hair again. “Fuck, Lila, you feel so good… don’t stop!”

Lila didn’t stop. She licked and suckled and thrust her tongue inside Miriam’s clenching channel, stoking the fire in her belly higher and higher. Miriam was so wet, so responsive, her slick coating Lila’s chin as she devoured her. She could feel Miriam tightening, her thighs starting to quake…

With a final hard lick right over Miriam’s clit, Lila sent her flying. Miriam threw her head back and came with a ragged wail, her pussy pulsing against Lila’s mouth. Lila gentled her through it, lapping at her release until she collapsed back onto the sand, spent.

“That was… incredible,” Miriam wheezed, her chest heaving. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

Lila crawled up her body to kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on Lila’s tongue. “You’re incredible,” she murmured against Miriam’s lips. “I’m so glad you got stranded here with me.”

Miriam laughed breathlessly. “Me too. Now, it’s your turn.”

Miriam pushed Lila onto her back and moved down, kissing a trail to her breasts. She licked and sucked at Lila’s nipples until she gasped and tangled her fingers in Miriam’s hair.

Miriam continued lower, placing open-mouthed kisses on Lila’s stomach. She spread her legs apart, exposing her glistening pink pussy. Miriam groaned at the sight and dove in, licking up through her folds to circle her clit.

Lila cried out, arching off the ground. “Oh fuck, Miriam, yes!”

Miriam sealed her lips around Lila’s clit and sucked hard, making her buck and thrash. She thrust two fingers deep inside her weeping cunt, curling to rub her g-spot. Lila came with a loud moan, her thighs clamping around Miriam’s head.

Miriam worked her through it, licking and stroking until Lila collapsed back, completely spent. Miriam crawled up her body to capture her mouth in a filthy kiss, sharing the taste of her juices.

“Who knew getting ditched by a loser could be the best thing that ever happened to me?”

Lila smiled, her eyes bright with affection and heat. “I think we’re going to have a really good time on this island, Miriam. Even if we’re stuck here for weeks.”

And as Lila kissed her again, Miriam couldn’t find it in herself to disagree. Being stranded on a desert island with this amazing woman suddenly seemed like her own personal slice of heaven.

They made love for hours on the beach, worshipping each other’s bodies, climaxing again and again until they were both boneless and sated. They finally drifted to sleep in each other’s arms as dawn began to lighten the sky.

When they awoke the next morning, they were rescued by a passing ship. Miriam was surprised at her sadness to be leaving the island.

As they sailed away and the island shrank behind them, Lila took Miriam’s hand. “I don’t want to lose this. Us.”

Miriam squeezed her fingers. “Me neither. Let’s make this work when we get back. See where it goes.”

Lila smiled and pulled her into a tender kiss. The cruise ship faded on the horizon behind them as they made plans for their future together.

The boardroom at the top of Warde International glowed with the deep orange of the setting sun. Shadows stretched across the polished glass table, and silence reigned—except for the soft, precise tapping of one manicured nail. Jaz Warde stood at the head of the table, a vision in black: sharply tailored, motionless, unreadable.

The door creaked open.

Alice slipped inside with all the grace and confidence of a woman who knew she was breaking rules. Her black pencil skirt hugged every curve, crimson silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to tempt. Her heels clicked slowly across the floor, one foot placed in front of the other like she was walking a runway.

“You’re late,” Jaz said without turning.

Alice smiled, not bothering to quicken her pace. “You always say that like it’s a problem.”

Jaz turned then. Their eyes met.

Alice’s heart gave a delicious little flutter she didn’t show. Jaz’s gaze was sharp enough to cut silk—unblinking, assessing, heated. The woman was all steel and shadow, beautiful in that way danger always is. Her dark hair was swept back, her expression cool. Controlled.

Jaz took a single step forward. “You’re playing games.”

Alice stopped near the edge of the table, leaning slightly against it. “You came to play.”

Another step.

“You’re sure you can handle what you’re teasing?”

Alice raised her brows, eyes flicking down Jaz’s body and back up. “I think you want to find out.”

A pause. Jaz was close now—close enough to touch, though she hadn’t. Yet.

Then she leaned down, lips brushing the shell of Alice’s ear. “Tell me to stop.”

Alice’s breath caught.

“Tell me to leave. That I scare you.”

Silence.

Alice turned her head slightly. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Jaz smiled then—a dangerous, knowing curve. “Good.”

⸻

The first kiss was slow and deliberate, full of restrained hunger. Jaz grabbed Alice’s chin and pulled her into it, testing her, tasting her. Alice kissed back harder, one hand sliding into Jaz’s hair, the other tugging her closer by the waist of her slacks. Jaz’s control cracked—just enough.

She spun Alice around and lifted her onto the table in a fluid, powerful motion.

“You don’t wear underwear to meetings now?” Jaz said, her voice a growl.

Alice smirked, breath hot. “Only when I don’t want them getting in the way.”

Jaz’s hand slid up her thigh, finding her soaked already. She didn’t hide the way she liked it—fingers slipping through the slick heat, teasing the soft, swollen edges.

“So wet,” she murmured. “For me?”

Alice’s eyes fluttered closed, lips parted on a soft gasp. Jaz moved her hand again—slow, deliberate—drawing a slick path up and around the throbbing bundle of nerves that was begging for contact. Alice whimpered, hips tilting forward.

Jaz smirked. “So desperate already?”

Without waiting for a reply, she dropped to her knees between Alice’s legs.

She spread Alice open, gripping her thighs and pressing her tongue flat against her, licking a long, deliberate stripe from bottom to top. Alice moaned aloud, the sound echoing in the boardroom. Jaz did it again, slower—savoring the taste of her, the soft glide of her tongue over swollen, soaking flesh.

Then she latched on to her clit—sucking gently, tongue flicking in tight circles. Her fingers returned, sliding inside with a slick, obscene sound, curling and pumping until Alice was arching off the table.

“Jaz—fuck—don’t stop—”

Jaz didn’t. She moaned against her—low, hungry, vibrating heat straight into Alice’s core. Her rhythm was merciless now—tongue flicking, fingers stroking, palm grinding against her with perfect pressure. Alice’s hands clawed at the table, eyes squeezed shut.

She shattered.

The orgasm crashed over her in waves, hard and hot and wet, hips bucking, thighs shaking. Jaz held her down, never letting up, drawing out every tremor, every raw cry.

Alice’s thighs were trembling as Jaz stood, lips glistening, her fingers still coated in arousal. She leaned in and kissed her—deep, tongue claiming, letting Alice taste herself.

“I’m not finished with you,” Jaz whispered.

She spun Alice around and bent her over the table.

One knee pushed her legs apart. A firm hand pressed between her shoulder blades, keeping her pinned. Jaz dragged her fingers down the line of Alice’s spine, then cupped her again—hot, wet, swollen.

She spread her open and guided her fingers back inside—slower now, deeper. Her thumb circled Alice’s clit, her other hand sliding around her front to tug the blouse open, baring her breast. She pinched the nipple, rolling it between her fingers until it peaked beneath her touch.

“You’re going to come again,” she growled into her ear. “Right here. While I fuck you.”

Jaz’s fingers moved harder—wet slaps echoing in the room as Alice cried out, face flush against the glass. Her own reflection stared back at her, undone, lips parted, moaning.

Jaz gripped her tighter. “Louder.”

Alice did. She cried her name, breathless, wrecked, shuddering around her fingers again, thighs slick, the table smeared with sweat and need.

Jaz pulled her close, mouth at her neck.

“I want to ruin you,” she whispered. “And then do it all over again.”

Later – Jaz’s Penthouse

Alice lay against smooth sheets, skin still humming, thighs sticky with heat and sweat. Jaz stood by the window, naked but for her chain necklace, the city’s lights wrapping her in shadow and silver.

Alice rose, crossing the room, pressing her chest to Jaz’s back, arms around her waist.

“You always fuck like that?” she whispered.

Jaz turned in her arms, voice low. “Only when I want someone.”

Alice pulled her into a kiss—slow, lazy, tasting of afterglow.

“Then don’t stop.”

Jaz smiled. “I wasn’t planning to.”

Morning After

Sunlight filtered gently through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jaz’s penthouse, casting warm golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The city below was waking up slowly, but here, in the quiet bedroom, time felt suspended.

Alice lay tangled against Jaz’s side, their bodies still warm from the night’s fire. Jaz’s arm curled protectively around her waist, fingertips tracing idle patterns on the smooth skin of Alice’s hip.

Alice’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Jaz’s sleepy gaze. For a moment, there was no need for words—just the soft rhythm of their breathing, the steady thump of two hearts close enough to feel.

“I could get used to waking up like this,” Alice murmured, voice husky but tender.

Jaz’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. “Careful,” she said, brushing a stray lock of hair from Alice’s forehead. “You might make it hard to go back to the boardroom.”

Alice chuckled softly, nestling closer. “I don’t want to go back. Not yet.”

Their fingers entwined, tracing lazy circles that promised the heat could return whenever they wished.

But even in this softer moment, the fire between them still burned—smoldering beneath gentle touches, ready to flare at a glance.

Jaz pressed a lingering kiss to Alice’s temple. “We’re just getting started.”

Alice smiled, eyes shining with a mix of desire and something tenderer. “Then let’s not waste a second.”

Ever since her divorce, Linda had been spending more and more time at the gym. Not that she needed it. Her lithe, tone figure had remained a point of pride even as she entered middle age.

Lately, the gym had become a cathartic form of stress relief for her. She didn’t mind the social perks, either. The sight of the glistening, sweat-slicked bodies of college students everywhere only added fuel to Linda’s already simmering sexual desire.

Her friend Kristen had opened her heart and mind. Her repressed sexual urges were no longer holding her back from enjoying life and all the delights it had to offer.

Linda’s new relationship had been a revelation. Linda couldn’t help but to fall deeper in love with not only Kristen, but her husband Pete and even their cute girlfriend, Brooke. What she originally planned to be a quick inhibited fling to scratch a primal itch had deepened into something more. Not only had she fulfilled a sexual fantasy she didn’t know she had, but she had found a group of supportive lovers she didn’t know she needed. Each was as caring and understanding as the other. They were carefree and not demanding. No matter what, someone was there for you, emotionally or physically.

Much to Linda’s surprise, she found herself repeatedly drawn to a beautiful college girl she constantly bumped into on the treadmill. The coed’s tight body and determined expression were captivating. In a weird way, she reminded her of herself in college, with her tousled dark, dirty blond hair in a smart ponytail, but she didn’t remember having rock hard abs like that.

While jogging, Linda’s thoughts drifted to the fun she’d had with her new young friend Brooke. Linda’s pale face flushed before she broke into a sweat. She was so naughty, being passed around by a married couple and fooling around with their younger girlfriend on top of it. It felt so wrong, but it was so exhilarating. For months now, Linda had craved it more and more, impatiently waiting for each weekend where she could be the center of attention for the throuple. It seemed like all she thought about was sex now days, but she didn’t care. She finally felt alive, and now she wanted to feel the youthful college girl. Watching her was getting Linda incredibly turned on. Her clit was pulsing with need so hard she could barely focus. She quickly got off the treadmill and ran off to the locker room.

The young girl watched intently as Linda abruptly left the treadmill. The older women’s wandering eyes were not lost on her. Natalie had just gotten out of a shitty relationship and had since turned to her girlfriends for comfort. Her new Sapphic experiences seemed to jump start her libido. Now she constantly found herself checking out other women. Undressing them with her eyes. Comparing their frame, shape and taste of their lips as she imagined running her hands down their perfectly soft and smooth skin. There was something about the older blonde woman. The stranger’s sensual, piercing gaze sent a chill down her spine. Her lithe body called Natalie like a siren song to follow her.

The locker room provided a temporary escape for Linda, but she couldn’t chase the images of the hot treadmill girl from her mind. With her sex drive kicked into overdrive, Linda hurried to take off her gym clothes and enjoy some private time in the shower stall.

Luckily, Linda had brought her favorite dildo with her, a gift from Kristen to help satisfy her ever intensifying sex drive. Alone in the warmth of her shower stall, Linda was free to indulge in the refreshing cascade of the steam and hot water caressing every inch of her tired and needy body.

She was so wet and ready she barely needed to pet her clit before sliding the veiny black dildo into her petite opening. Linda leaned back as she rocked the faux cock in and out of her tight folds. With every thrust, she couldn’t help but wish the little coed from the treadmill could help. Maybe then it wouldn’t take so long, but she was oh so close anyway.

The mere thought of the gym girl’s tight naked figure excited Linda even more. Her body shook and quivered as she inched closer and closer to orgasm. Linda twisted her nipple slightly and let out an involuntary moan. She frantically plunged the dildo in and out, in and out, but it slipped out of her hand in her hurry, dropping to the floor and rolling out of the stall.

Linda was mortified, and more than a little frustrated. She needed to skip her orgasm and quickly finish her shower before someone discovered her toy. Linda closed her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. Just as she was recovering her composure, a stranger’s soft voice unexpectedly broke into her racing thoughts.

“Did you drop this?”

Prompted by the sweet voice, Linda opened her eyes to the unexpected sight of a petite hand holding her missing dildo, poking into her shower stall. Startled by the sudden intrusion, Linda instinctively snatched the dildo out of the stranger’s hand even before the flush heat of embarrassment settled into her cheeks.

“You’re welcome,” giggled the stranger coyly.

Linda took a deep breath. There was only one way to cut the awkwardness. Linda leaned into the silliness of the situation. She grabbed the corner of the shower curtain and playfully peeked her head out. “Thank…” A gasp escaped her lips, the shock of recognizing the stranger cutting her sentence short. It was the hot treadmill girl.

Not only that, but Linda’s gym crush was totally naked. Her impossibly fit, youthful body mesmerized Linda. The sight of her hard, toned physique was breathtaking. Her small round breasts were highlighted by beckoning dark tight petite nipples. The lines around her firm, hard abs drew Linda’s eye straight down between her legs and the cutest sliver of manicured hair.

Linda’s heart raced as she met the curious gaze of the young stranger. Her mischievous eyes now twinkled as they roamed over Linda’s wet, exposed form.

Their eyes locked for a moment, a silent understanding passing between them. Linda’s hand extended, offering the stranger to join her in the confined space of the shower stall. Accepting Linda’s invitation, the girl chuckled as she entered the shower and closed the curtain.

“I’ve always wanted to introduce myself.” The girl giggled as she leaned in, aggressively wrapping her arms around Linda’s petite frame. Linda responded eagerly, meeting her halfway, their lips pressing together in a passionate embrace. They kissed with reckless abandon, surrendering to their pent-up passions and indulging in their spontaneous impulses until they became lost in the moment of ecstasy.

Finally, the pair broke their passionate kiss. “Natalie,” the stranger gasped into Linda’s open mouth.

“Fuck me,” Linda ordered the young coed, guiding her dildo closer to her needy pussy. A slow, sly smile played on Natalie’s lips. She barely needed any encouragement at all. Natalie teased Linda’s hungry opening with the tip of the dildo as she returned to ravaging Linda with kisses, consumed by the moment as she greedily used Linda’s perfect body to satisfy her insatiable youthful lust. She barely noticed the dildo disappear as it slid effortlessly into Linda’s dripping, longing slit. it was Linda’s gasp into her open mouth the reminded Natalie she was in control. With a smile on her face, she energetically used the dildo on Linda, thrusting it in and out until she was trembling with ecstasy.

Linda let out a high-pitched squeal of delight, her fingers gripping Natalie’s moist skin while the sound of their passionate kiss filled the air. A rush of pleasure engulfed Linda, as she indulged in the warmth and wetness of the moment. When Linda’s body finally stopped trembling, she gently pushed Natalie back, their eyes meeting in a fiery, intense gaze. “Your turn,” Linda purred, a mischievous grin spreading across her flushed face.

Natalie, emboldened by the command, eagerly positioned herself, ready for Linda’s touch. As Linda took control, her hands expertly exploring every inch of Natalie’s taut body, a wave of anticipation washed over them both. With each caress, Natalie’s breath hitched, her desire growing with each passing second. The feel of Linda’s skin was electric, igniting a need within Natalie that she had never experienced before.

Linda pinned Natalie to the wall of the stall as she dropped to her knees. Her tongue traced the delicate curve of Natalie’s hip, sending shivers down her spine. A low moan escaped Natalie’s lips, a sound of pure lust. Linda’s fingers found their way between Natalie’s legs, teasing, exploring, sparking a need that spread like wildfire. The forgotten showerhead drenched their intertwined bodies, adding steam to the heat of their passion.

Linda’s hands roamed over Natalie’s toned physique, teasing her perky breasts and firmly kneading her stiff nipples. Natalie’s groans grew louder as Linda eagerly claimed her, tracing her hot tongue along the petite folds of the young coed’s hungry slit.

Natalie whimpered and slapped the slick tiles of the shower wall before pulling on the dripping darkened strands of Linda’s blonde hair. The sounds of their ecstasy, a mixture of ragged breaths and desperate moans, filled the small stall. Linda’s rhythm quickened, her tongue becoming more insistent, mirroring the frantic beat of Natalie’s heart, and the eagerness of her frenzied cries. The water cascaded down their slick bodies, unable to cool their frantic spontaneous passion.

Suddenly, Natalie began to shake and quiver, overcome with the intensity of the moment, the overstimulation taking its toll on her body, pushing her over the edge of pure release. A surge of ecstasy swept through her as Natalie let out a scream of satisfaction. Euphoria consumed her as she trembled, her shaking fingers clinging to the back of Linda’s head.

Natalie released a groan of appreciation as she pulled her new lover to her feet and handed her the dildo. Their soft lips mingled in Sapphic bliss. “Fuck me, don’t be gentle,” Linda murmured between kisses as she guided the coed’s hand between her legs. That was all Natalie had to hear. The lingering warmth of her climax fueled her desire to reciprocate. She couldn’t wait to return the favor.

Emboldened by Linda’s request, Natalie roughly grabbed the back of Linda’s hair and pulled her backward into her tight, wet body. Natalie could feel the smooth, wet skin of Linda’s tight ass pressed snugly against her own hips, fitting perfectly.

Linda’s anticipation grew as Natalie’s hand grabbed at her breast, while the young coed tantalized her eager clit with the dildo and playfully nibbled on her ear. “I fucking need…!” Linda gasped, but before she finished her breathy plea, Natalie relented and plunged the thick dildo deep into her dripping slit.

With a sly grin from ear to ear, Natalie rhythmically worked the dildo in and out of Linda’s tight opening. Linda’s ragged breaths choked on the hot shower water as her lithe back arched to make room for the massive toy, as Natalie continued her ruthless assault.

It didn’t take long for her young lover to vault Linda over the edge of ecstasy. Linda quivered as her pussy pulsed around the thick, unrelenting dildo. She felt like she was living out her wildest dreams, embraced by the tender arms of the budding coed, showered with kisses, her body a conduit for the amusement of a random college girl.

“Fuck!” Linda screamed as a rush of euphoria engulfed her senses. She grabbed hold of the girl tight, pushing her hand deeper into her pussy as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her quivering wet body.

Linda took the dildo from Natalie and turned back to face her, a glint of mischief in her eyes. With a playful smile, she guided Natalie to the tiled bench, where she sat, holding her breath with anticipation. Slowly, Linda began to explore Natalie’s body, tracing every curve with a delicate touch that made Natalie shiver with desire. Linda leaned in to kiss her, the hunger a passion of their lips clashing with desperate fervor.

With a gentle yet firm hand, Linda positioned the dildo, masterfully teasing Natalie’s most sensitive spots. Natalie arched her back in ecstasy, her breath catching in her throat as Linda expertly used the toy to bring her to the brink of pleasure. Each thrust sent a jolt of euphoria through Natalie, sparking a symphony of moans and gasps that filled the steamy shower stall.

Linda’s movements quickened, matching the frantic rhythm of Natalie’s racing heart. The intensity between them reached a crescendo. The rush of water coated their entwined bodies, helpless to quell their fiery passion. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, Natalie’s petite frame had all it could handle. Her nerves exploded with a deluge of pleasure, trembling with the power of another unbelievable climax. She let out a long expletive of pure release as her legs gave out under the sheer force of unadulterated bliss ripping through her dainty frame. Linda supported her young lover as she quaked with rapture, gently lowering them to the floor as they exchanged affectionate kisses one after another.

Spent and fulfilled, the couple rested together on the cool tiles, their bodies intertwined, water running down their skin, a haze of the hot shower clinging to them.

Linda gently traced the damp curve of Natalie’s spine, a caring, sweet touch that spoke more than words ever could. The aftermath was as intoxicating as the act itself. They kissed deeply as Linda helped her lover to her feet. Breathless and flushed, Natalie looked at Linda with a newfound appreciation.

“Thanks, I really needed that,” Natalie giggled as they broke their kiss. “I still need to wash up, though.”

Linda chuckled warmly as she rubbed the side of Natalie’s face. “Of course, I’ll help, sweetie.”

Linda reveled in the opportunity to touch Natalie’s young, toned body once more. She was inevitably turned on all over again, but she couldn’t help but think of her lovers and how much she wanted to share her perfect beauty, just like Kristen shared her husband’s amazing cock.

“I had a great time with you, and I’d love to do it again,” Linda whispered in Natalie’s ear as her hands wandered to back to the girl’s petite breasts. “But I need to let you know, I’m in a relationship.”

Natalie was a bit taken off guard, but she quickly pushed her jealous feelings aside. After all, she hadn’t snuck into a stranger’s shower stall to start dating. It was just rebound sex, spontaneous, fucking amazing, rebound sex.

Why else would she be casually fucking a stranger in a gym shower? Natalie admitted she didn’t feel ready for a relationship, but she was so damn horny all the time. The situation intrigued her. It seemed like the perfect opportunity for some more unbelievable no strings attached sex, and if she got to try out a new cock, that was just icing on the cake. “You say he’s bigger than your dildo?” Natalie asked coyly.

“Hell yeah. if you don’t believe me just ask his wife.” Linda smirked as the pair exited the shower. Natalie froze as Linda handed her a towel and began to causally dry her milky white skin, still shimmering with post shower dew. “Or his girlfriend.”

Natalie’s mind was spinning. What was she getting herself into?

Linda inched closer, her soft hands brushing Natalie’s wet hair back from her forehead, a subtle invitation to the desire they could experience together.

“If you’re serious, I’ll shoot him a text.”

“I fucking need it,” Natalie answered with a sly smile and a passionate embrace.

Hey Guys, so my back story is a bit longer and more complicated than my dear friend Skylar’s so bear with me. Okay, so my name was Piper Pierce, and you are not gonna believe how I ended up making a deal with the actual devil. Seriously.

So, I grew up in this super normal house right outside Salt Lake. Every Sunday, it was the same drill: pile into the minivan, Dad driving, Mom doing the hair check thing, my little sis and bro always fighting in the back, and off to church. I’m a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And honestly? I loved it. The way the hymns kinda echoed in the chapel? So peaceful. And the cultural hall always smelled like these super fake but still nice flowers. Plus, the way my dad would put his hand on Mom’s back during sacrament meeting? Total goals. I always had my scriptures in my bag, you know? Thumbed through ’em at seminary every day before school. That’s where they drill into you that serving others is the best way to live your faith.

Weekdays were packed. School, then youth group. I sang in the choir, soprano, helped organize Activity Days for the younger girls (glitter glue everywhere, always), and took turns teaching Sunday School. Charity, kindness, being a better you, that was the constant theme. My friends and I? Total study buddies. And after school, sports! Cross country was my jam, kept me in shape for tennis season. Even at sixteen, I totally dreamed about serving a mission. I know, I know, girls don’t have to, but I really wanted to. My faith? It was everything. Solid, you know? Like the mountains I could see from my bedroom window.

Home was just… home. Simple, warm. We’d eat dinner around this round wooden table: roast chicken Mondays, spaghetti Wednesdays, and Mom’s famous cinnamon rolls on Saturdays. Heaven. We’d just laugh, telling stories about our day. Dad coached my brother’s soccer team, and I’d help my little sis with piano. Totally hummed hymns during practice, drove her nuts. My parents? Sweetest ever. Tucked us in with prayers every night, little kisses on our foreheads. They wouldn’t stop even when I was a teenager. I said I hated it, but I actually liked it. We were just… happy. Totally bonded by laughter and, you know, love.

Then, junior year, right before graduation? The headaches started. At first, I was like, “Ugh, stress. Too many late-night texts.” Friends liked texting me because I’m such a talker, I even helped a couple through some dark nights. But then I started forgetting things—names, history facts, verses during scripture study. And waking up, totally gagging, from the nausea? Mom freaked and made me see a doctor. Turns out? Brain tumor. Super bad kind. Terminal. My whole world? Shattered. My faith, the one that promised hope? And this totally brutal reality of dying. I knew God had a plan. And if it was my time? Okay, fine. But seriously? I felt like I could change so many more lives. Bring people the truth of the gospel, you know?

My last days? Total blur. Hospital rooms, the smell of antiseptic, whispered prayers. I was just… there. In this way-too-bright room, and a not-so-comfy bed. My family’s tears? Constant ache. “I love you all so much, make sure you have a good day for me,” I’d say every morning, trying to sound strong. They’d hug me so tight, their voices all choked up, telling me how proud they were. Then, one quiet night? The monitor just… flatlined. I felt my heart slow down, then just… stop. The world just kinda dissolved into this peaceful nothingness. And my mind? Just faded. All the people I loved? Just flickered through my head. “Goodbye, family,” I thought. “See you soon.”

Then I woke up. Not in a hospital bed. But wrapped in these blankets that smelled all woodsy and kinda like warm honey. My head felt… light. And the first thing I saw? This super kind lady with silver hair and the gentlest eyes ever. “Welcome, Lady Sakura Riversong,” she said, holding me all snug against her chest. Her voice was so soft, and the walls around us? All polished wood and glowing. Totally new place.

Then, two seconds later? These two strangers knelt down by this fancy cradle I was in. A dude in super fancy clothes, and a woman with blonde hair in this silk gown that shimmered like moonlight. They smiled at me. This total, real smile. The kind my parents gave my baby brother when he was born. “Our daughter,” they whispered, all together. Kissing my tiny forehead. I could hear distant hammering. Someone building stuff. And the soft sounds of servants bustling around in these huge hallways. “Daughter?” I thought.

Yep, apparently I was reborn. I wasn’t Piper Pierce anymore. I was Sakura Riversong. Born into this rich, aristocratic family. With a mansion and tons of money. This wasn’t right. Not at all. Life after death? Not supposed to be another life. It’s supposed to be heaven, right? Waiting for the Second Coming? Then, coming back to Earth for a million years to give everyone a chance to accept the gospel? Before we get our eternal glories? I was wrong? No way. That can’t be it.

But it totally was. After suffering through being a baby again (ugh, so boring and gross), I kinda realized maybe my whole life before was a lie. Or at least? This is some totally unknown part of God’s plan. I just can’t wrap my head around it. So, we believe that death isn’t the end, it’s just a step in our Heavenly Father’s plan for us. When we die, our spirit separates from our body. Our spirit goes to the spirit world, which has two parts: paradise and spirit prison. Paradise is a place of peace and rest for those who followed Jesus Christ in this life. Spirit prison is more like a waiting place where people who didn’t have the chance to learn about Christ (or didn’t follow Him yet) can still learn the gospel.

While we’re in the spirit world, we’re still alive as spirits. We can learn, grow, and even accept the gospel if we didn’t get the chance on Earth. That’s a big part of God’s fairness and love.

Then, after Christ returns and there’s a final judgment, we’ll all be resurrected. That means our spirits will be reunited with perfect, immortal bodies. After that, we’ll be judged based on our faith, our choices, our desires, how close our wills are to God’s, and what we’ve done with what we’ve learned.

Based on that, we believe we’ll go to one of three kingdoms of glory: the Celestial Kingdom (the highest, where we can live with God and our families forever), the Terrestrial Kingdom, or the Telestial Kingdom. Each is a degree of glory and happiness, but the Celestial is the one we strive for because that’s where we can truly be with our Heavenly Father and become like Him.

But now, I don’t know. Could my entire religion be a lie? It can’t be. But if it is… who am I?

Well, here, apparently my new name is Sakura Riversong. Felt so weird on my tongue. All soft and flowy compared to my old, solid name. It had this melody to it, you know? This gentle lute music I’d overheard somewhere in this giant house. Still, though? Didn’t feel right. Not at all. The hymns, the scripture study, that total certainty about God’s plan? It all felt like this super distant dream, fading away. Heaven wasn’t supposed to be a fancy crib and these strangers gazing at me all adoringly and calling themselves my parents. It was supposed to be… different. Waiting. A totally awesome reunion. Had I been wrong? Was my faith, the main thing in my life for sixteen years, just a story I told myself?

The days just kinda blurred into weeks. Silk sheets against my skin? So soft. The smell of these flowers I couldn’t even name? Super sweet. And servants? Everywhere. Always anticipating what I needed. My new mom? Her smile was as bright as the twin moons I saw out my nursery window. She’d hum these ancient lullabies while she brushed my hair. My new dad? His hands were kinda rough, even though he wore these super fancy robes. He’d tell me stories about our family, the Riversongs. Brave warriors, smart scholars. They were nice, totally. But still? This knot of weirdness in my chest? It wouldn’t go away. This wasn’t my life. These weren’t my real parents.

But as I turned 18? This weird curiosity started to bloom, right alongside the confusion. The clothes they put me in? Super sheer and light. Totally hinted at my own skin underneath. Not very modest. The servants who gave me baths? They moved all practiced. Intimate, almost. Made my cheeks get all hot in a way I’d never felt before. Their eyes would linger, not in a creepy way, but with this strange respect. Like my baby body was super alluring or something.

Then came the lessons. Not about scriptures or helping people. But art, music, and something I was not prepared for pleasure. My tutors talked about bodies in this totally blunt way that would have made my seminary teachers faint. They’d describe feelings, desires, all that stuff, with this super open curiosity that was both shocking and, okay, kind of interesting. It was like a woman on this world, yes, I found out I am definitely not on Earth, had duties to either be a sex slave or be a queen. No in between. Many times the maids spoke of how my father uses them very thoroughly. So my innocent mind was completely shattered. At first, my modest outlook surprised everyone, but they eventually began to look down on me and offer to teach me stuff. I refused.

One afternoon? This handmaiden, Hana, was helping me get dressed. Her fingers? As soft as flower petals. They brushed against my bare skin while she tied the silk cords of my tunic. This weird shiver went through me. Totally new feeling, but not bad? Her eyes met mine, this soft little smile on her lips. And for a sec? The air in the room felt all charged. I think she was a lesbian and I have a feeling she was attracted to me. I tried to smile and shrug it off. I am definitely not into girls.

As I turned 19, those moments? They happened more. And they were way more intense. A touch that lasted a second too long. A look that said way more than words. A whisper in the shadows of these giant hallways. My body—once just this vessel for my faith—started waking up in ways I never could have imagined. The stuff I learned in my old life? It was totally clashing with all these new sensations. Charity, kindness, being a good person? Where did that fit in a world that seemed all about feeling good?

Maybe this was the test. Not about believing in God the way I used to. But about being able to deal with all this new stuff. To learn. To experience everything. If this was some totally secret part of God’s plan? Wouldn’t I have to go all in? Explore all the weirdness of this totally crazy world? No, that’s insane. Am I insane? Should I try sex? Maybe being with a woman is okay?

The memories of Salt Lake? The hymns, the scripture verses? They started to feel like echoes. Getting fainter every day. My mom’s face, the sound of my dad’s laugh, the feel of my scriptures in my hand? Still there, but kinda covered up by all this new stuff. The fancy clothes, the weird smells, the way people touched me? It was becoming my new normal. I felt like two people split. Until I was.

It began when I turned 20. I just felt like during the day I had two people in my head. I thought and did two different things. Like, I am great at multi-tasking, but I felt like sometimes I would look at Hana and I would be turned on and I wanted to try having lesbian sex with her. But then another part of me screamed inside and said it was gross. Anyway, I just feel like I’m somebody else.

One step and suddenly gone.

I screamed. Loud. But nobody heard.

The fall wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either. My body slammed against roots and rocks, tumbling like a broken doll. By the time I hit bottom, everything ached. Scrapes lined my arms and thighs, blood trickling down in thin, glowing lines. I blinked against the strange light.

Crystals. Everywhere.

Towering violet formations jutted from the walls, pulsing with a dim, inner glow. They hummed like they were alive. The floor was slick with mineral dust, and it glimmered like powdered stars. Beautiful. Haunting. Alien.

Then I felt it.

A slow, cold squirming against my skin.

I looked down. They were clinging to me—small, translucent leech-like creatures, each with tiny jagged spines of crystal curling out from their backs. They pulsed faintly with bluish light, sucking at my skin. Feeding on me.

I completely lost it.

“GET OFF ME!” I screamed, frantically clawing at them. My nails ripped them free, tearing skin with them. They dropped with wet little splats, wriggling before curling up and dying. I kept ripping, sobbing and shaking and gasping for air.

“That was gross,” a voice said.

I froze.

“Hello?” My voice was a whisper.

Silence.

I turned slowly. There was a massive crystal jutting out of the ground, taller than me, its face polished smooth like glass. And in it… I saw myself.

But not how I expected.

My face was angular, delicate, but sharp at the cheekbones, almost elven. My skin was pale with a faint pinkish glow beneath the surface, the same hue as rose quartz, marred now by blood and bruises. My lips were full and stained with red, some natural tint I didn’t understand. My hair, which I never thought much about, flowed over my shoulders like a waterfall of gold, tangled now with bits of crystal dust and blood. And my eyes… they weren’t brown anymore. They were like opals swirling with soft gold, storm gray, and flashes of blue that moved when I blinked.

I looked older. Wiser. Dangerous.

But then my lips in the reflection moved.

And I hadn’t said anything.

“Hi,” the reflection said, blinking.

I backed up so fast I nearly fell over again. “What the—who—?!”

The reflection tilted her head. Same confusion. Same panic. “I… I think I was… Piper? Sorry, you were gonna ask who am I. I could tell.”

My stomach dropped.

In the mirror I… well she looked around, her voice shaky. “Where am I? What happened? Am I dead? I remember the hospital… my parents… everything went white and then… nothing.”

My throat tightened. “Yeah,” I said softly. “You died. A long time ago girl.”

She flinched, hand flying to her mouth. “I thought I was gone. I… I don’t remember anything after that.”

“I do,” I whispered.

Her eyes locked with mine. “You remember… Do you know me?”

“Um I am you. And I remember all of it,” I said, swallowing. “The scriptures. Seminary. The cinnamon rolls. Your family. That last night. I remember being you.”

Her eyes welled up, and her voice went soft. “That’s so weird. You don’t look like me… but you’re me? Is this a joke?”

“No. But technically I’m not totally you,” I said. “I’m… Sakura Riversong now. But I’m still you. And you’re still here.”

She blinked again, trying to wrap her ghost-brain around it. “So… I’m not a ghost?”

“No,” I said. “You’re in my head. Somehow. Part of me. Separate, but still me.”

She leaned forward in the mirror, squinting. “Wait, am I like your conscience? Like the snarky voice in your head?”

“More like a shoulder angel,” I said, wiping my face. “Except you can talk. Clearly.”

She laughed, then winced. “Well, that’s terrifying.”

Then, softer, more vulnerable: “How long has it been?”

I hesitated. “Years. Twenty, technically.” 

She blinked, stunned. “Twenty years? Oh my gosh, I’ve been… gone? For that long? I don’t even remember anything. It’s like I closed my eyes and then bam, I’m in some freaky magic mirror covered in blood and glitter slime.”

I nodded slowly. “Yeah. You missed… a lot. Wait, so you weren’t yelling at me or anything in my mind these past couple months?”

“No… I feel like I just, well, we just died. I guess.” 

“So that was really me? Or us?”

Piper bit her lip, glancing down. “I guess… So if I’m not you and you’re me… are you like 36?”

“Um, technically,” I confirmed. “But I feel 20. Probably brain chemistry. So are we stuck like this?”

She gave this sad little smile. “I guess… we’re roommates.”

“Pretty much.”

Then she blinked. “Remember Studio C? I’m totally your shoulder angel. LOL.”

“Yeah,” I said. “You kinda… are loud though. I still feel you. But I drive.”

Her mouth dropped open. “So wait, you control everything? Does that mean I’m basically watching a movie I can yell at? This heaven is so weird. Wait… why are we not in heaven?”

“I know,” I said. “It’s a long story.”

We both fell quiet. The crystal light pulsed around me, soft and steady. I sat there in the dirt, cut up, bleeding, and somehow laughing a little.

“Dibs on the window seat,” she said finally.

The days continued and Piper became almost a nuisance. Weird to say about my past self, but yeah. She was so innocent. My clothes, the maids, everything was so immodest to her. But I got used to it. Well… until one day.

Then I turned Twenty-One.

Hana had been my constant companion—more than just a handmaiden. Her touch was gentle when she helped me dress, her smile warm when she brought me jasmine tea. But lately, there was something else in her eyes. A lingering softness when our hands brushed. A quiet understanding that seemed to bypass words.

The heavy oak door shut behind us, muffling the noise from the celebration. I leaned against it, the cool wood grounding me. The excuse of a headache got me out of the banquet, but really, I just wanted to be alone. Alone… with her.

Hana gathered my hair and began brushing it. The motion was soothing, but when her fingers paused at the nape of my neck, something shifted. A different kind of shiver ran down my spine. My breath caught. My cheeks warmed.

“Sakura-sama,” she whispered, her voice low and rough. “You are so beautiful.”

My reflection caught my flushed face, wide eyes, parted lips. I looked… vulnerable. Exposed. Alive.

“Hana…” I breathed.

She set the brush down. Her fingers trembled slightly as she turned me to face her. Her hands rested on my shoulders, then slid slowly down my arms, stopping at my wrists. She laced our fingers together and pressed a soft kiss to my palm.

The sensation sent a shockwave through me.

“No. No no no no no—what are you doing?! That’s Hana! That’s a girl! This is wrong. This is so wrong.”

Piper’s voice rang in my head, panicked and loud.

“I can’t watch this. What is happening?! I didn’t—this isn’t—STOP.”

But I couldn’t stop. Not really. My breath hitched. My knees weakened. The kiss on my palm felt like fire spreading up my arm, blooming in my chest, my stomach.

Another part of me, the part that wasn’t Piper. was leaning into it. Curious. Wanting. Confused, yeah. But not afraid.

“You’re supposed to save yourself for a husband. This…this is sin. Please stop.”

I flinched. Just a little. But Hana didn’t notice.

And I didn’t pull away.

“Hana,” I breathed again, my voice trembling, barely audible. I felt so… needy.

She looked at me, her eyes filled with a tenderness that both thrilled and terrified me. “You are so innocent, Sakura-sama,” she whispered, her voice thick with a longing that mirrored my own. “There is so much pleasure… so much joy you deserve to know.”

And then she leaned closer, her lips brushing against my ear, her breath hot and intoxicating. “May I show you?” Her breath tickled! No! Don’t let her! This is wrong!

Another nod, smaller, more hesitant than the last. But it was there. A surrender. A yielding to the unknown. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed the growing urgency within me. I felt like I was about to burst. What are you doing? Stop! This isn’t you!

What followed was a slow, deliberate unveiling. Hana’s hands became my guides, mapping the landscape of my body with a reverence that both humbled and aroused me. She traced the curve of my collarbone, the delicate hollow of my throat, the sensitive skin behind my ear. Her touch was light, exploratory, yet firm in its intent. It was as if she were rediscovering me, and in doing so, helping me rediscover myself. It was like she was painting me with her touch. Her hands are on your body! This is a sin! A woman’s body is sacred! 

Her lips followed, soft kisses that bloomed into something more. They trailed down my neck, each press sending a shiver of delight down my spine. The air crackled with a tension that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The scent of jasmine from the garden mingled with the sweet, musky scent of our arousal, creating an intoxicating aroma that filled the room. It smelled like… desire. Oh God, she’s kissing you! This is unnatural! Disgusting!

Hana’s fingers worked at the fastenings of my tunic, her movements deft and sure. The cool air against my bared skin made me gasp, but not from cold. It was the shock of exposure, the thrill of vulnerability. Her gaze lingered on me, her eyes tracing the gentle swell of my breasts. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, but it wasn’t shame. It was a heady mix of anticipation and desire. My chest felt tight, and my nipples were… perky. Her eyes! She’s looking at your chest! Cover yourself! This is immodest!

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured, her voice thick with admiration.

Her words, her gaze, made me feel… seen. Truly seen, perhaps for the first time in my life. Not as a lady, not as a pawn in a political game, but as a woman. A real, desirable woman. Don’t listen to her lies! This isn’t right! You’re supposed to save yourself!

Her hands cupped my breasts, her thumbs gently stroking my nipples. The sensation was exquisite, a sharp, focused pleasure that made me arch into her touch. Another moan escaped my lips, this one louder, more demanding. My breath hitched, and my body thrummed with a growing heat. It was like a delicious ache. No! No, no, no! This feels… wrong! So wrong! Don’t let her touch you there! Are you even listening to me! Hello!

“Tell me if this feels good,” she whispered, her eyes searching mine.

“Yes,” I gasped, the word barely audible. “Oh, yes.” It feels so good. It shouldn’t! It’s a perversion! Stop it!

Hana’s touch intensified, her fingers teasing and stroking, drawing out the pleasure, building the pressure. I tangled my fingers in her hair, holding her close, desperate for more. I wanted to be as close to her as humanly possible. Get away from her! This is lust! This is wicked! 

I reached out, my own hands finding the soft fabric of her tunic, then slipping beneath it, exploring the smooth warmth of her back. Her skin was like silk beneath my touch, and I could feel the tension in her muscles, the subtle tremors that mirrored my own. I traced the line of her spine, feeling the heat radiating from her body, the frantic beat of her heart. It was like holding a live wire. Don’t touch her! Her body is not for you! This is a sacred vessel!

She shifted, kneeling before me, her gaze locked with mine. Her eyes were dark with desire, but there was also a tenderness, a vulnerability that mirrored my own. It was like looking into a mirror, but seeing a more intense version of myself. She’s kneeling? What’s she doing? This is going too far! This is depraved!

“Let me show you,” she whispered, her voice husky with longing.

And then, with infinite gentleness, she eased my trousers down my hips. The cool air against my most intimate place made me draw in a sharp breath. A flicker of shame, a remnant of the teachings of my youth, threatened to surface. But the intensity of the moment, the undeniable pull I felt towards Hana, quickly overwhelmed it. My core throbbed. No! No! No! She’s touching you there! That’s private! That’s for your husband!

Her fingers were gentle as they explored, tracing the delicate folds, the sensitive nub hidden within. Each touch sent a jolt of sensation through me, a building pressure that was both unfamiliar and incredibly arousing. My head fell back, and I moaned, my body arching into her touch. It was like being electrocuted, but in the best way possible. Oh God! Oh God! What is she doing? This feels… sinful! So sinful!

“Hana…” I whimpered, my voice pleading. I was so close.

“Easy, Sakura-sama,” she murmured, her voice soothing and firm. “Let me guide you.”

And she did. Her fingers moved with a practiced grace, finding a rhythm that made my breath hitch and my pulse race. She explored me thoroughly, her touch both tender and demanding. I felt like a flower, slowly opening under her touch. This is wrong! So deeply wrong! A woman should not touch another woman like this!

“Like this?” she asked, her voice a low purr. As her fingers entered my cunt.

“Yes,” I gasped. “There.” Right there. No! No! No! She’s inside you! This is an abomination! An abomination!

The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter within me. My senses narrowed, focusing on the exquisite sensations. I could barely see, barely hear. You’re going to hell! You’re going to hell for this! Repent! Repent now!

Then, she guided my hand to her own body, showing me the slick heat between her legs. The shared intimacy, the feeling of our bodies mirroring each other’s arousal, was incredibly potent. It deepened the connection between us, blurring the lines between mistress and servant, between self and other. It was like merging souls. Don’t touch her there! That’s her private place! This is perverse!

We explored each other, learning the language of touch and sensation. Soft moans, whispered words, the frantic rhythm of our breathing filled the room. We shifted positions, experimenting, discovering new ways to pleasure each other. It was a dance, a beautiful, forbidden dance. This is a mockery of the sacred union between a man and a woman! Stop it! Stop it now!

Hana moved between my legs, her tongue tracing patterns on my folds. I shuddered, my hands gripping her hair. I felt her warmth, her breath, and then the slickness of her tongue as she delved deeper, seeking out my most sensitive point. My hips bucked involuntarily, and I cried out, the pleasure intense and unfamiliar. It was like being reborn. Her tongue! There! Oh God! This is filthy! Unclean!

“Hana,” I panted, “I can’t” I’m going to…

“Yes, you can,” she encouraged, her voice low and urgent. “Let go, Sakura-sama. Trust me.”

I did. I surrendered to the sensations, letting them wash over me in a tidal wave of pleasure. My body convulsed, my vision blurred, and a cry tore from my throat. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before – a release so complete, so shattering, it left me trembling and breathless. I felt… emptied, in the best way. No! No! No! You’ve defiled yourself! This is a sin against God! Please… Dear Heavenly Father. I Don’t know what to do… please help me. Help Sakura. I Feel So helpless….

Hana held me close, her own body shuddering. We lay entwined, our skin slick with sweat, our breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. It was like coming home. Sakura… Please. If theres any part if me. Please help me. Stop this. No more. It’s was momentary pleasure. Thats all this was.

“Did you enjoy that, Sakura-sama?” she asked softly, her fingers tracing the curve of my cheek. 

“Enjoy?” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “That was… I don’t have words. I really did enjoy it. Though Piper screaming in my head made it hard to focus” It was… transcendent.” Enjoy? How can you even ask that? This was a betrayal of everything you believe in!

She smiled, a small, intimate smile that reached her eyes. “There’s no need for words,” she said. “Just feel.”

And I did. I felt the lingering aftershocks of pleasure, the deep connection with Hana, the burgeoning sense of freedom that bloomed within me. I felt… whole. Whole? You feel whole after that? You should feel shame! Repent!

Later, as we lay side by side, our bodies still intertwined, the conversation drifted to the past. Her hand is still on you! Get away from her!

“Hana,” I began hesitantly, “back home… where I grew up… things were very different.”

“Different how, Sakura-sama?” she asked, her voice gentle.

I hesitated, unsure how to explain the deeply ingrained beliefs that had shaped my understanding of relationships, of myself, for so long. It was hard to put into words. How can you explain the truth to someone who embraces such wickedness?

“There was a… a strong emphasis on tradition,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “On family. On duty. And… and certain things were considered… wrong.”

“Wrong?” Hana prompted, her brow furrowed slightly.

“Relationships between women,” I finally said, the words feeling heavy and forbidden on my tongue. “It was… it was seen as an abomination. A sin.” My voice cracked. Say it! Tell her how wrong this is! How it goes against God’s commandments! Please Sakura I can’t do this, why are you okay with this?!

Hana was silent for a moment, her gaze thoughtful. “And you were taught this from a young age?”

I nodded. “From childhood. In church, in school, at home… it was a constant message. That those feelings… those desires… were unnatural, sinful. That I was broken or flawed for even thinking such things.” I felt a tear slip. They were right! It is a sin! Why won’t you listen!

“And did you believe it?” she asked, her voice soft but direct.

I looked away, shame washing over me. “I… I tried to. I wanted to be good, to be accepted. But…” I know the truth. You knew the truth! And you still did this! You’ve stained yourself!

“Your heart knows better?” Hana finished, her fingers tracing a gentle pattern on my arm.

I met her gaze again, my eyes searching hers. “Yes,” I whispered. “My heart… it never felt wrong. It felt… right. But I was so afraid. Of being rejected, of being condemned.” I was so, so scared. Your heart is deceiving you! This is the path to damnation!

Hana’s eyes softened. “Sakura-sama,” she said, her voice filled with a deep tenderness, “you are not broken. You are not flawed. You are beautiful, and your desires are natural and good. Those who told you otherwise were wrong.” They were liars. No! They spoke the truth! You’re the one who’s twisted!

Her words were like a balm to my soul, a soothing ointment on a wound that had festered for years. I felt a tear slip down my cheek, a tear of relief, of release. It was like a weight being lifted. Relief? How can you feel relief after such a vile act?

“Thank you, Hana,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against mine. “There is nothing to thank me for,” she murmured. “Only to accept yourself. To embrace who you truly are.” Accept this perversion? Embrace this sin? Never!

The warmth of her body was a siren’s call, pulling me closer. I shifted, my body aligning with hers, and a new wave of desire washed over me. I wanted her again. No! Stop! Don’t go back there!

“Hana,” I whispered, my voice thick with renewed longing. I need you. You need to repent! You need forgiveness! Not more of this!

“Yes, Sakura-sama?” she responded, her eyes mirroring my own desire.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to express the yearning that consumed me. Then, I found my voice. “I want to be closer to you,” I confessed, my cheeks flushing. “Every part of you.” I want to be with you. This is wrong! So wrong! But… the feeling…

A soft smile graced her lips. “Show me,” she whispered.

And so I did. I moved closer, positioning myself so that our bodies were intimately connected. I felt her breath on my skin, her heat enveloping mine. The world narrowed to the space between us, the feel of her against me, the intoxicating scent of our arousal. It was like being in a dream. This feels… good. Too good. You’re selling your soul!

My hands found her waist, pulling her in even tighter, feeling the soft give of her flesh against my own. I moved rhythmically against her, the friction building a delicious pressure. I could feel her moaning softly, her body moving in harmony with mine. It was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. Her moans… they’re… seductive. Don’t listen! Resist!

“Yes, yes,” Hana groaned, her voice thick with lust. “That’s it, Sakura-sama. Right there.” Don’t stop. Don’t listen to her! This is the devil’s work!

The sensation was both grounding and exhilarating. It was a primal connection, a merging of two into one. There was no shame, no fear, only the pure, unadulterated pleasure of being this close to another person, of sharing this intimacy with Hana. It was like coming home, but also like exploring a new world. Shame! There should be so much shame! You’ve defiled your body!

We continued like this for a while, exploring the nuances of our bodies, the subtle shifts in pressure and rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through us. I lost myself in the sensation, the world outside fading away. I wanted to taste her, to devour her. I wanted to consume her. No! No! No! Don’t do it! That’s unspeakable!

“Your snatch is driving me wild,” I choked out, my lust going through the roof. “I gotta eat you out.” Your mouth? There? No! That’s disgusting! Unnatural!

Hana’s breath hitched. “Sakura-sama,” she whispered, her eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and intense arousal. Her dark eyes smoldered with an intensity that mirrored my own. 

“Are you sure?” Sure? No! This is an abomination!

“Yes,” I said, my voice firm, my resolve hardening with each passing second. “More than sure. I need to be as close to you as possible.” I’m begging you. Don’t beg for this! Beg for forgiveness! Beg for salvation!

I shifted, positioning myself so that I could fully explore her body with my mouth. The scent of her was intoxicating, a heady mix of musk and sweetness, like a heady perfume and raw desire. I pressed my lips against her, my tongue tracing the delicate folds of her vulva, savoring the taste of her arousal. She tasted like heaven. Her taste… it’s… perverted! Wrong!

Hana cried out, her back arching off the bed in a spasm of pure ecstasy. “Oh, my goodness! Sakura-sama!” Her voice was raw, guttural, a sound that both thrilled and aroused me. It was like music. Her cries… they’re cries of sin! You’re leading her astray!

Her cries fueled my desire, urging me on. I lapped at her, tasting her essence, feeling her body tremble beneath my ministrations. Her clit was hard and swollen, and I paid special attention to it, flicking my tongue against it, teasing it mercilessly until she was practically screaming my name. I wanted to make her mine. You’re defiling her! You’re defiling yourself! This is a sacrilege!

“Don’t stop! Please!” she begged, her hands gripping my hair, her fingers digging into my scalp. Her hips bucked against my mouth, offering herself to me completely. She was so open, so vulnerable. She wants this? How can she want this? This is an act of darkness!

The sounds of our pleasure filled the room – moans, gasps, wet, sucking noises. It was a symphony of lust, a celebration of our bodies and our desires. Every nerve ending in my body was focused on the woman beneath me, on the taste and feel of her, on the power I had to bring her such intense pleasure. I was obsessed. This is a descent into hell! You’re dragging both of you down!

And I didn’t pull away.

When the release came, it was like a tidal wave. My whole body trembled, arching into her touch. I cried out, overwhelmed, every nerve ending raw and lit up. Hana held me close, her fingernails digging gently into my back as her own breath caught in little gasps. We moved together in rhythm, and it felt like something was cracking open inside me, something I didn’t even know was buried.

“You,” I managed, breathless, voice thick with emotion. “You’re incredible. You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever tasted.” The words felt dangerous. Freeing. Real.

“Oh my gosh! Sakura! What did you just say?! Tasted?!”

Piper’s voice screeched through my mind like someone slamming on a piano. “I’m literally dying again! This is not what we are!”

I could hear the sound of crying, but Hana wasn’t crying. Piper was. I ignored her. Or tried to.

Afterward, we laid tangled together, slick with sweat, our breath slowly returning to normal. There was peace. Real, aching peace. And a hunger for more. Every stolen moment with Hana after that felt like I was rewriting my story.

But Piper? She was always there.

“This is wrong. It’s not what we were taught. You’re not even married let alone her being a girl. You don’t even love her, do you? Please tell me this isn’t just about… us dying a virgin.”

I didn’t answer her. I didn’t know what the answer was.

For months it continued. Secret touches in shadowed corners. Hana teaching me my own body like it was an instrument only she could play. Our moans were music. Our silences were confessions. And every time I shuddered with release, Piper flinched.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this again. Every night? Sakura… we used to be good. We use to have a crushes on boys.”

I’d roll my eyes, wrap my arms tighter around Hana, and let myself drown in warmth.

Time passed and I turned Twenty-Two.

My father announced my betrothal like it was a feast. “The age of blossoming!” he declared, lifting his goblet. “To my Sakura! May her beauty bring honor to House Riversong!”

I smiled. Because I was supposed to. Because the dress was perfect and the guests were rich. But inside? I was unraveling.

“And now,” he said, louder, more serious, “a future. We’ve arranged a union with Baron Elmsworth’s son. Lucian.”

“No. Not him. Please, not him.”

That was me. Not Piper.

Piper just whispered, “Good a man. Serves you right now you will have straight married sex. And you will see it’s better.”

I met Lucian a week later. He was worse than I thought. Handsy. Smirking. Eyes like a predator.

One night he came to my chambers, He locked the door behind him. The things he said. The way he pushed. I fell into the bed and couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. All I remember was his weight and the sound of my own heart and tears.

“Get up. Fight. Please, Sakura, don’t let him-“

The deed was irreversible I sat in my room in the corner in silence, piper silent as well. I wanted to cry but nothing came out. I wanted him to be arrested, but he was my fiancé, no one would do anything. I wanted him dead.

The next morning, Lucian was found dead in his room. A hole in his heart from his back resembling a letter opener. No one saw me leave. I traded my jewelry for a horse. I wore stolen clothes and rode into the mist.

Piper didn’t speak for a long time.

Then finally, softly: “Good. I hated him too.”

Now, I’m riding on a horse into the distance trying to put as much land between me and this home. The silk is gone. The servants are gone. It’s just me. And Piper. The air was crisp against my skin beneath the roughspun fabric. The rhythmic clop of the horse’s hooves was a steady beat against the silence.

“Are we going to be able to survive on our own in this world?”

I didn’t answer. I just wrapped the rough blanket tighter and held on to the pommel of the strap for the horse. The rising sun cast long shadows across the unfamiliar landscape.

Tomorrow, I’d walk into the guild and say I was a swordmaiden. Just some girl with a blade and a bad past. Nothing more. The thought was a fragile shield against the vast unknown.

But Piper? She never let me forget.

“You used to believe in heaven. Now you’re kissing girls and stabbing grooms. What even are we now?”

Someone free, I thought. The wind whipped through my unbound hair, a tangible sensation of that newfound liberty.

And that was enough.

I sat up in the scratchy bed of a grimy roadside inn, feeling all stiff and gross, every muscle in my body protesting the abuse I’d put it through. Three days on the run, sleeping in stables and under leaky wagons, hadn’t exactly done wonders for my back. The stale air hung heavy with the mingled scents of sweat and cheap ale.

We used to have memory foam, Piper grumbled in my head. This place smells like expired cheese and broken dreams.

She wasn’t wrong. The blanket was thin and scratchy, the straw poking through the mattress like tiny knives. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the rough wood cool against my bare feet. Standing, I stretched, my spine cracking in protest. The stolen tunic and trousers lay folded on a rickety stool. As I reached for them, the dim morning light filtering through the grimy window traced the contours of my naked body. My breasts, small B-cups, felt surprisingly unconfined after years of restrictive corsets, their weight a gentle pressure. Below my navel, a neat triangle of dark hair marked the juncture of my thighs, a patch of natural femininity I’d been taught to ignore, even despise. Now, it felt simply like a part of me. The curve of my hips flared slightly before leading to the lean muscle of my legs, toned from years of more ladylike pursuits that had unexpectedly lent themselves to flight. I pulled on the roughspun tunic, the coarse fabric a stark contrast to the silk that had once been my second skin. It hung loosely, concealing the lines of my body. The ill-fitting trousers followed, cinched at the waist with a piece of scavenged rope.

It had been a month since Lucian. Since the letter opener. Since I bailed on my whole life. The memory was a cold, hard knot in my chest.

“Since you murdered someone,” Piper said softly.

I sighed. “Yeah. That too.” The sounds of the inn slowly waking, the clatter of dishes, muffled voices, drifted through the thin walls.

Running away wasn’t glamorous. It was stale bread and cold nights and checking every face to make sure it wasn’t one of Father’s spies. I’d crossed into some neighboring country whose name I didn’t even know. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that it wasn’t Riversong. The unfamiliar architecture visible through the window was a constant reminder of my new, precarious reality.

I miss real soap, Piper whined. And real food. And not smelling like barn.

I stood up, stretching out my sore limbs, and cracked my neck. “Same.” The rough fabric of the stolen clothes chafed against my skin.

I still had my sword. Well, the fancy letter opener. But after a few weeks of cutting fruit and stabbing at bushes, I was starting to think I might actually know how to use it. The weight of it at my hip was a small comfort.

Today, I’d find the local adventurer guild. I was done running. Time to live. The sounds of the town square – the cries of vendors, the laughter of children – carried on the morning air.

You sound like a poster. Time to live your truth. Ew.

I rolled my eyes.

The guild hall was chaos. Exactly the kind of chaos I could lose myself in. Brawny mercs, tall elves, sneering dwarves, and even a hulking orc polishing a blade the size of my torso. The air smelled like sweat and wet iron. The sheer diversity of the crowd was a stark contrast to the rigid hierarchy of my former life.

I feel like we’re about to catch tetanus just standing here, Piper mumbled.

At the front desk was a woman who looked like she chewed nails for breakfast. She glared up from her scrolls. “Name and profession.” Her voice was sharp and impatient.

“Sakura. Swordmaiden.” The words felt both foreign and empowering.

Wow. Dramatic.

I ignored her and added, “I believe my skills only would get me E-rank?” I tried to project an air of confidence I didn’t entirely possess.

The woman shoved a form toward me. “Sign here. Don’t die.” Her expression remained impassive.

I signed. Piper sighed. And just like that, I was part of something again. A small, tentative step into an unknown future.

My first job? Escort duty. Some spice trader who smelled like feet and arrogance. I was grouped with a bunch of other E-ranks and a couple of higher-levels who looked way too happy to be here. The merchant’s incessant haggling with passersby was already testing my limited patience.

There was Borin, a loud dwarf with a bigger axe than personality. Elara, a smug elven mage who probably set things on fire for fun. And Liam and Lyra, twin human archers who thought they were hilarious. The last was Grubble, a goblin rogue who had a weird obsession with shiny rocks and kept stuffing them in his cheeks like a squirrel.

At first, I kept my distance. Head down. Don’t get attached.

Then we got rained on.

“Seriously?” Elara groaned, tugging her soaked hood tighter. “Was this on the flyer? Because I didn’t sign up for trench foot.”

“We’ll make camp under those trees,” Borin grunted, water dripping from his beard. “Liam, Lyra, scout for dry wood.”

The twins saluted dramatically and vanished into the trees.

We huddled together under a ragged canvas tarp. Borin passed around a flask that smelled like it could melt metal. Elara cast a tiny fire spell that gave off more smoke than heat.

I was shivering.

“You look like a drowned kitten,” Elara said, tossing me her cloak. “Put that on before you freeze to death.”

I blinked. “Thanks.”

Later, around the campfire, Liam returned with a half-broken lute and played something vaguely resembling music. Lyra sang along, horribly off-key on purpose.

Even Piper cracked a smile. They’re kind of adorable. In a smelly, chaotic way.

They weren’t just teammates. They were people. Borin told stories about his days as a guard captain and how he’d once punched a troll in the face. Elara talked about burning down her old academy “by accident,” which nobody quite believed. Grubble napped in a tree, snoring with a shiny rock clutched in his tiny hands.

I found myself laughing. Actually laughing.

“What’s your story?” Lyra asked me one night as we all lounged around a low fire. Her eyes were curious but kind. “You don’t talk much.”

“Not much to say,” I murmured. “Ran away. Trying to start over.”

Liam tossed a stick into the fire. “Fair enough. Most of us are running from something.”

“Or toward something,” Elara added, eyes glinting. “See my Daddy was a blacksmith. Was really surprised when I had an aptitude for Magic. So he sent me to school to become a mage. Shortly after that he fell ill. I never knew my mom. My dad is all I’ve got. And this job is what is paying for the medicine keeping him on his feet. He can still work and smelt things away because of that medicine. So I’m hoping I can become an even greater Hero one day and be able to provide that medicine or anything else my dad needs until he safely passed away.”

They’re opening up, Piper said softly. Maybe… maybe we can too.

I shook my head. “Maybe.”

Over the next week, we fought off a few bandits, scared off some wolves, and nearly got crushed when Borin misread a map and led us through an avalanche-prone ravine.

“Oops,” he said cheerfully as a boulder rolled past our feet. “Character-building moment!” 

We’re all gonna die because of this idiot, Piper muttered. But at least we’ll die laughing.

I started to care. I remembered their quirks. Elara always braided her hair before battle. Borin carried a locket with a faded picture inside. Liam and Lyra had a system of hand signs they used in combat. Grubble whispered to his daggers like they were old friends.

Then came the forest.

It was too quiet. No birds. No bugs. The trees bent inward, branches like claws.

“I’ve got a bad feeling,” Elara murmured, fingers twitching with arcane energy.

“Don’t jinx it,” Liam muttered.

We pressed on.

And then the shadows moved.

They came without sound. Black, rippling things that looked like smoke and bone. Eyes like burning coals.

“Hostiles!” Borin roared.

Everything was chaos.

Elara hurled fire that passed straight through them. Liam’s arrows shattered against empty air. Grubble vanished into the trees, only to scream moments later. I slashed at one and felt my blade hit something solid but it reformed.

“They’re constructs!” Elara yelled. “Magical! We need light!”

But there was no time. Borin vanished mid-swing. One second there, the next gone. Just gone. 

“Borin!” Elara screamed. 

A shadow slammed into her. She burst into flame, flailing and shrieking, but they dragged her down.

Lyra screamed and rushed forward, but another caught her leg. Liam shot arrow after arrow, eyes wide with panic.

They held hands as the shadows swarmed them. 

“No!” I screamed, running toward them, only to be tackled from behind. 

The last thing I saw was Liam’s hand slipping from his sister’s.

Then darkness.

I woke upside down. Rope bit into my ankles. Below me, green acid hissed and bubbled, the heat making my skin prickle. 

Around me, the others dangled. Elara was still. Borin limp. Liam and Lyra swayed gently, fingers outstretched but not touching.

“Gods,” I whispered.

We have to get out of here, Piper gasped. We have to move. Think, Sakura, think! 

Then the cultists came. Robes made of flesh and bone. Faces hidden behind grotesque masks. They chanted, low and guttural.

One by one, they lowered my friends.

Borin first. His scream still haunts me. The way his beard caught fire. The way he reached for his axe even as his skin melted.

Elara was next. Her final words were a spell—but it fizzled. Nothing but smoke. Her dream gone. In acid. Now I was angry. I tried to pull my self up but it was no use. I could only hang there only a couple feet above an intoxicating pit of acid. Watching the friends I only just met die.

Liam and Lyra went next. Still holding hands until Liam couldn’t hold on and Lyra followed her chain into the acid. Liam could only cry for so long until he joined her.

Grubble begged. Screamed for his mother. I wanted to close my eyes. I couldn’t.

Please do something, Piper whispered. Please. I can’t die again.

Then it was my turn.

They began lowering me.

The chanting rose.

And then the circle below cracked open.

The earth split. Acid hissed and sunk into the fissure created by the split. Leaving behind charred rock and what seemed like bits of bones…

A figure rose.

Not a god.

A demon.

Massive. Wreathed in flame. Horns twisting into the sky. Eyes like pits of hell.

The cultists fell to their knees.

“My queen,” one whispered. “The vessel is ready.”

She stepped forward more smoke than flesh. Her wings whispered like dead leaves. Her voice was silk soaked in blood.

“Faithful,” she said. “You will be remembered.”

She opened her mouth and swallowed them whole. Screams cut short.

Then she turned to me.

Still dangling. Still helpless.

She smiled.

“You,” she said. “Are interesting.”

She floated up, inches from my face.

“I feel the fracture. Two souls. One vessel. Delicious.”

She ran a claw down my cheek. It burned.

“Join me. Become what you are meant to be.”

Don’t you dare, Piper hissed. Don’t you dare make a deal with literally Satan.

“I…Okay”