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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.

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.

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”

I woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed and ready for the day ahead. I started my day early and went for a run along the beach. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm, golden light onto the sand. I ran for miles, feeling the cool breeze on my skin and the sand between my toes.

As I made my way back to the hotel, I couldn’t help but think about Maya. I knew I had to see her again, to continue where we’d left off, but wasn’t quite sure how I could make it happen.

I’d arranged to meet John at the hotel’s beachfront restaurant for breakfast direct from my run. He was already there and had ordered us our coffees and fruit juices. We ordered our food and chatted casually about our plans for the day.

He fancied a visit to the hotel’s golf course and asked if I wanted to come along with him. He wasn’t surprised when I said ‘no’ – he knows I have absolutely no interest in golf. But I told him I was perfectly happy for him to go by himself.

When we had finished eating, I attracted our waitress’s attention to sign the tab. She brought it over, and when I opened it, another piece of paper dropped into my lap. It just had these handwritten words on it – “Room 26 – 11:30 am M xx”. I quickly screwed it up, signed the tab and handed it back to the waitress, who was looking at me with a hint of a smile. I wondered if she knew what Maya’s message meant or whether she just assumed my husband and I were having a kinky anniversary threesome. I didn’t really care.

I felt a wicked grin spread across my face as I stood and walked back to the room alone. Leaving John at the restaurant to enjoy his coffee before heading off to the golf course for the day. I had just over an hour to kill until 11:30, but my head was already filled with images of the two of us together—just the two of us alone. Really filthy thoughts! How had Maya managed to unleash such dirty thoughts in me? No, that wasn’t fair to Maya – I’d had these hidden thoughts for some time now.

I quickly sent a text to John letting him know that I’d decided to have another spa treatment later in the day, so there was no need for him to rush back, and suggested that I would meet him at the hotel restaurant for dinner at 6:30 pm. He replied with a ‘Have fun, dear’ and a winky face emoji. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his message; if only he knew!

Back in my room, I took my time freshening up and getting myself ready for Maya. I took an age deciding on what set of lingerie would be the most erotic to wear under my beach cover-up.

By the time I’d finished, it was time to make my way to Room 26, my heart beating fast in anticipation. I knocked softly on the door, and after a few seconds, it opened. Maya stood before me, her eyes dark and sultry, a beautiful smile hovering on her lips.

She was wearing a silk robe, similar to the one she had worn yesterday for the massage, but this time it was open enough to give me a glimpse of what lay beneath. I could feel my breath catch in my throat as I took in her perfect body, her smooth skin, and the curve of her breasts beneath the delicate silk.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” she whispered, reaching out to take my hand.

My heart raced as I stepped inside the room, the door closing behind me with a soft click. The room was dimly lit, with candles flickering on the nightstand and half-drawn curtains filtering the sunlight.

Maya looked even more stunning, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, her skin glowing beneath the candlelight. As I followed her across the room, I could feel my body reacting to her presence, my pussy throbbing with anticipation. I was nervous but excited, too. This was still very much new territory for me.

At last, my fantasies – and boy, I’d had my fair share of fantasies – were hopefully going to become reality! She stopped in front of the bed and turned to face me, her dark eyes smouldering with desire. I could see, on the nightstand by bed, she had on display an array of various goodies that we might be tempted to use during our session – vibes, dildoes, plugs, lube, etc.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment since you left yesterday,” she whispered, her voice husky with longing.

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I closed the distance between us, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch her. She was warm and smooth, her skin soft as silk under my fingers. I couldn’t resist the temptation to trace the contours of her perfect body and caress her saltwater-kissed skin.

Her nipples poked out sharply against her top, and I couldn’t help but notice how her silk robe barely covered her enticing hips. She caught me staring, and a hint of a smirk spread across her lips. I could tell she knew how much I wanted her. We exchanged a knowing glance, and I knew that this room was about to become our private playground for the next few hours.

I could see the hunger in her eyes, she bit her lip as my hands continued to explore every inch of her tanned, toned body, her chest rising with each laboured breath. I gently took Maya’s waist in my hands, pulling her closer, our bodies melting into one another.

Her tongue swirled expertly in my mouth, matching my passion stroke for stroke. I couldn’t help but moan as she slipped her hands under my cover-up, teasing my soaking wet thong and exposing my already wet and aching pussy. I shivered with anticipation. Maya’s touch was like an electric current, igniting a fire in my belly.

“I love how wet you get for me,” she whispered against my lips, a wicked smile spreading across her face.

All I could manage was a smile in response. I was completely at her mercy. I needed to feel her inside me and me inside her, to fulfil the insatiable hunger that had been building up since the moment I first saw her.

She must have sensed my desperation because she quickly obliged, hooking her fingers into my thong and ripping it off in one swift motion. I gasped as her fingers found their way to my sopping wet pussy, parting my lips and teasing my clit with her thumb.

“Emily, you’re not just wet – you’re so fucking sodden,” she groaned, her voice low and husky.

I could feel my orgasm building, my legs shaking as she slid two fingers inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, my head thrown back in pleasure. Maya smiled, picking up the pace as she plunged into me again and again. Her other hand found my clit, rubbing small circles into the sensitive nub. It was too much for me to handle; I was spiralling fast towards the edge of oblivion.

Her fingers knew exactly how to touch me, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through my body. I gripped her shoulders, digging my nails into her skin as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.

It was overwhelming, powerful, and incredibly intimate. I could feel her release as well, her body bucking and trembling against mine, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my entire being.

We collapsed onto the bed, panting and trembling, our bodies still intertwined. I looked into her eyes, searching for some sign that she was as affected by this encounter as I was.

“Fuck, Maya,” I whispered, brushing a loose curl from her forehead. “I’ve never felt this before.” Maya grinned, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “Me neither,” she whispered, placing a soft, delicate kiss on my lips.

I pulled her close, our bodies pressed together, heartbeats racing. I could feel the warmth of her skin, the curve of her firm breasts against my chest. We rolled over in the bed, our legs tangled together as Maya kissed me harder, her tongue swirling and dancing with mine. Our lips met hungrily – taste, touch and scent mingling as we continued our kisses, savouring each other.

Maya had begun to explore my breasts with her hands. She expertly massaged them, and teasingly licked at a nipple, causing me to whimper and moan in response. It felt so damn good.

Breaking our kiss for just a moment, Maya raised herself above me. She lowered her head and took one hard nipple into her mouth, sucking and biting it like a piece of candy. I gasped and ran my fingers through her long, silky hair.

“Yes. Just like that,” I whispered.

My breathing became more laboured as she continued to kiss and lick her way down my stomach, finally settling at the apex of my thighs. She looked up at me for permission, her dark eyes full of lust.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my ears.

Maya’s fingers continued to work their magic on my pussy, but now her tongue joined in, teasing my clit as she began to eat me out. I grabbed the edges of the bed and thrust my hips up, grinding my pussy against her tongue. My whole body tensed as I felt another orgasm building, my moans growing louder and more urgent as I prepared to come.

“Oh God, yes… oh God yes!” I cried out, arching my back as my body exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm.

Maya didn’t let up, her tongue still swirling around my clit as she milked every last shudder from my body. Finally, I collapsed back onto the bed, panting and trembling with exhaustion. Maya lifted her head, a wicked smile on her lips.

“You taste incredible,” she purred, crawling up to lie beside me.

I could feel my heart rate slowly returning to normal as I caught my breath. My body felt like jelly, but I was still hungry for more. And I knew she was just as hungry as me. I couldn’t wait any longer to touch her in that special place. This would be my first feel of another woman’s pussy. Hallelujah!

I parted her legs and spread them wide, revealing her perfect pussy. I could see she was already soaking wet, her lips glistening with wetness and swollen from arousal.

“Jesus, your pussy is so fucking gorgeous,” I whispered, my fingers tracing gentle circles around her clit. She squirmed beneath my touch, throwing her head back in response to the pleasure.

“Fuck me, Emily,” she breathed, her words barely more than a moan. “Finger fuck my cunt, now.” I was happy to oblige, completely turned on by her unexpected use of the word ‘cunt’.

I slid my hand between her legs and stroked her engorged clit, admiring the smoothness of her perfectly shaved pussy. She moaned and writhed beneath me, her body arching upwards as her orgasm began to build.

Leaning down, I took one of Maya’s perfect nipples into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth and tongue, hoping to drive her wild with pleasure. She cried out and dug her nails into my back, her legs shaking as her body convulsed.

I could feel the tremors radiating through her as her orgasm overcame her, and I couldn’t help but smile as I nibbled at her sensitive nipples.

I continued to tease and lick every inch of her, revelling in the power I held over her body. My fingers were still buried deep inside her, and I found her G-spot. I rubbed it in slow, steady circles, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure from her trembling body.

Her pussy clenched around my fingers as I slowly massaged her towards another intense orgasm. I felt her muscles tighten, and I knew she was on the brink. I quickened my pace, plunging my fingers deeper inside her with each thrust.

“Yes, Emily…just like that,” she moaned, her voice thick with lust.

I could feel her warm release, the trickle of liquid spilling out around my fingers as she cried out my name once more, surrendering herself to the pleasure of the moment.

And as she came down from her second high, I slowed my pace, gently pressing my thumb against her asshole as I eased my fingers from her pulsing core.

“Fuck, Emily,” she panted, her limbs trembling with exhaustion. “I’ve never come like that before.”

My cheeks flushed with pride; the thrill of having brought Maya to orgasm coursed through me, making my blood sing. I crawled up to lie beside her once more, pulling her into my arms as I pressed a soft kiss against her mouth. She was still shaking, her breathing ragged and uneven.

“Maya, are you okay?” I asked, concern filling my voice. She whispered hoarsely in my ear,

“BEST…FUCKING…ORGASM…OF…MY…LIFE.”

I smiled, feeling an overwhelming surge of joy wash over me. I knew in that moment that our chance encounter had opened up a new journey for me, and I never wanted this journey to end.

For now, though, there was one thing left that I needed to do…one of those more extreme fantasies of mine. I leaned down, pressing my lips and tongue against Maya’s inner thigh. I could feel her trembling beneath my touch as my tongue darted out to taste her. She let out a soft moan, her thighs spreading wider as she surrendered herself to me.

Slowly, I traced kisses along her skin, inching closer and closer to her puckered asshole.

I could feel her quiver in anticipation, her lips curling into a knowing smile. I traced my tongue along her ass crack, my fingers tightening around her hips as I licked her ass, tasting the sweet flavours of her body, as well as scented soap. She’d obviously prepared herself for this possibility. As had I, I must confess.

Maya moaned again, bucking her hips up towards my face as I tightened my grip. I moved my fingers to her pussy, sliding them easily between her folds as I felt her sticky juices coat my fingers. Maya dug her fingers into the sheets, arching her back as I inched closer to her puckered ass. I nuzzled my nose against her hole, letting the scent of her sex fill my nostrils.

I could hear her breathing become faster and more ragged, her body ready for the ride I was about to take her on. I flicked my tongue out, teasing her asshole, feeling her tense and then relax as she gave herself over to the sensation. I could feel her hands fisting the sheets, her legs trembling as I continued to lick and tease her.

“God, Emily,” she gasped, “that feels so fucking good. Push your tongue in deeper.”

I smiled to myself, loving the power I had over her. I pushed my tongue in deeper, feeling her tighten around me. I used my fingers to spread her wetness, coating her pussy and ass with her own juices. Then I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the tube of lube I’d noticed earlier and squirted a generous amount onto my fingers. I rubbed my fingers together, warming the lube before bringing my slick fingers back to her ass. Maya arched her back, her body already trembling with anticipation. I positioned my fingers at her tight little hole and pressed gently. She tensed at first, but I could feel her relax as I slowly pushed my finger inside her. She moaned louder, pushing back against me, eager for more.

“Oh god, fuck, that feels so good,” Maya moaned, her voice hoarse with desire.

I twisted my finger, scissoring it inside her, stretching her gently. I added another finger, going slow and making sure she was comfortable. I could feel her body tensing, her asshole clenching around my fingers as I pushed them in deeper, fucking her harder. I looked up, watching her tits bounce with each thrust, her nipples hard and begging to be sucked.

“Touch yourself, Maya,” I commanded, my voice hoarse with desire. “Make yourself cum for me while I finger fuck your ass.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Her hand snaked down between her legs, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing furiously. I could see her pussy glistening, her juices coating her fingers as she worked herself into a frenzy. The sight of her pleasuring herself while I finger fucked her ass was almost too much for me to bear.

“Fuck, Maya, you look so fucking hot,” I growled, my pace quickening as I watched her. Her large tits continued to bounce with each thrust, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

I could feel her asshole tightening around my fingers, her body tensing as she neared another orgasm. I knew she was close, and I wanted to push her over the edge, so I leaned in and added a third finger.

“Oh, my god – yes! Give me another!” she screamed. I also didn’t need to be asked twice. I eagerly accepted her invitation and gently eased a fourth finger in. Her response was immediate, her body convulsing as she came undone. Her asshole clamped down on my four fingers, pulsing and squeezing as she rode out her orgasm.

I lapped at her pussy, prolonging her ecstasy with my tongue, tasting her cum and the musky scent of her arousal as she shuddered and moaned.

As her body calmed, I carefully withdrew my fingers from her ass and crawled up her body, my lips trailing a wet path from her pussy to her mouth. She tasted herself on me, and I groaned at the taste of her. She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting mine, and I saw a mixture of lust and satisfaction in her gaze.

“My god, that was fucking incredible,” she whispered as she lay back, looking spent and sated. “That was something else entirely. Never, ever had an orgasm like that before. You dirty, dirty woman.”

Her pussy was still throbbing, her legs spread wide and wet as she grinned up at me, her hair strewn across the pillow.

I crawled up beside her, tracing my fingertips down her slick stomach, feeling the muscles jump under my touch.

“So, you liked that then?” I asked, my voice raspy with pleasure. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak just yet. Her body was still humming with the thrill of what had just happened.

“Good,” I said, wrapping my arms around her neck and pulling her down for a deep kiss.

The thought of her tasting her own cum on my lips sent a jolt of arousal straight to my pussy. I could feel myself growing wet in response and immediately knew what I wanted.

“Fuck me Maya,” I whispered against her mouth, my voice needy and desperate. “Like I’ve just fucked you – in my ass. Can you do that? Fuck me the way I just fucked you?”

Maya smiled wickedly as she registered my words. But then, just as she slid a hand between my legs, my mobile phone rang.

“Bloody hell!” I exclaimed. “Let it ring. It’ll be a nuisance call, I expect.”

At last, the phone stopped ringing, allowing me to focus on the pleasure Maya was about to give me. But, almost immediately, it began to ring again.

I swore in frustration, “Fuck! Who the hell is calling me?”

I ignored the phone again, turned it on to silent mode and focused my attention back on Maya. I caught my breath as I saw her squeezing lube onto her fingers and then felt her cool, wet fingers trace circles around my waiting asshole.

She chuckled and said, “I guess, whoever it is, they’ve no idea what they’re interrupting,” as her fingers began to explore me.

“They can wait,” I moaned, as Maya’s finger eventually breached me, pushing past the initial resistance.

But then the bloody fucking phone started vibrating again.

‘Who the fuck is it?’ I grumbled, trying to push the thought aside, but the rhythm of the phone’s vibrations against the nightstand was driving me crazy.

“Let them wait,” I groaned, grinding my ass against Maya’s finger. “I need you right now.”

But as much as I tried to ignore it, the persistent buzz of my phone was making it impossible to focus on anything else. I sighed in frustration and finally decided to answer it.

“What?” I barked into the phone, not even bothering to check who was calling me.

“You okay, Emily?” John asked. “You didn’t answer the first two times and, I must say, you sound pretty stressed.” John’s voice was filled with concern, and it brought me back to reality. I looked up at Maya who, realising it was John on the phone, gently withdrew her finger from my ass.

“Sorry,” I whispered, bringing the phone to my ear. “I’m fine. What’s up?”

John hesitated before answering. “Nothing important, honey. Just wanted to let you know that we had to finish the golf early. One of the guys fainted in this extreme heat. So, I’m on my way back to the hotel now. Should be back in about 45 minutes. Just wanted to let you know. By the way, how did your spa treatment go?” he said, still sounding concerned by the tone of my initial greeting.

I looked at Maya and knew I had to think up a suitable response quickly.

“Oh yeah, the spa treatment was great, thanks. It finished about an hour ago. I’m out on a long walk on the beach at the moment. Thought I’d take a look at ‘The Crazy Chicken’ – you remember? The restaurant the hotel manager recommended to us. I’m almost there so, all being well, should be back at the room in just over an hour. So don’t feel you have to rush back for me. Okay?” I babbled away into the phone, with a wink to Maya.

“Okay, darling – see you in a bit. Careful on your walk back. Especially in this heat. Don’t want to end up like that poor sod on the golf course, do you?.” John eventually replied.

I smiled to myself, thinking how protective he was of me, even from afar. “I will, honey. Love you,” I said, before hanging up the phone.

Maya looked up at me, her eyes full of questions. “Everything okay?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

“Yeah, it’s all good,” I replied, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. “But we’ve only got about 45 minutes max for you to finish what you started. I managed to convince John I was out on a long walk. So he shouldn’t be too surprised if I get back all hot and sweaty! So, where were we?”

She looked into my eyes, and with a wicked grin, said, “Oh, I think you remember…”

With that, she seductively licked her finger and found my asshole again. I tensed but remained still, waiting for her to continue. She circled my butt hole, wetting her fingers, and then thrust one firmly back in me. The feeling was indescribable – a mixture of pleasure and pain. I could feel my heart race, my breath catch in my lungs, and my body tremble.

“Do you like me fingering you in there, baby?” Maya whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I whimpered a response, nodding my head desperately.

“Yes, Maya. I like it. I love it. Give me more.”

She pushed her finger deeper, one at first and then quickly followed it with a second.

The feeling was intense, foreign, and completely thrilling. With each thrust of her fingers, my breath hitched, my hips bucking wildly in response.

Maya was relentless in her assault, using her fingers to stretch and open me up, preparing me for the next step. A wave of pleasure washed over me and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I reached the peak of orgasmic bliss.

“Yes, Maya! Give me more!” I cried out, my voice hoarse with pleasure. She didn’t let up, her fingers thrusting deeper inside me.

“I need more of those beautiful fingers of yours in me!” I screamed.

She responded, plunging her fingers in and out of me with reckless abandon. My nerves were on fire as she stretched my tight asshole to uncharted limits. I pushed back against her, desperate for more. She added a third finger, filling me up completely, causing a pleasure-pain sensation that was so intense, I couldn’t believe it.

I looked down, watching her fingers sinking into me, and I almost couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I touched myself and started rubbing my clit, the simultaneous pleasure nearly too much for me to handle.

Just as I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, she pulled out her fingers slowly and then fiercely plunged her entire fist back in, burying her hand into my ass. She must have instinctively known what I wanted because that was exactly what I was craving. She moved her fist rhythmically, in and out, spreading my ass wider and wider. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I had never felt such intense pleasure before in my entire life. I was in ecstasy, pure and simple. She pulled out slowly, causing me to moan in frustration, but then quickly rammed her fist back in, filling me completely once again. The sight of her wrist disappearing so deep into my asshole was beautifully erotic.

I looked at her, my eyes pleading for her to continue. She smiled and spanked my ass, the sound echoing throughout the room.

“You like that, don’t you?” she purred.

Oh, how I did. Everything about this moment had my body on fire from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Time seemed to slow down as she started fucking me with her fist harder and faster. I looked down, once again fascinated by the sight of her hand disappearing into my ass, so deep into my very depths.

My pussy was soaked, a steady stream of clear liquid dripping from between my folds, pooling on the bed sheets beneath us. I felt incredibly slutty and turned on by the realisation of just how kinky and dirty I could be. I had never been more turned on in my life.

“Fuck, yes, Maya!” I screamed. ”Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

She wrapped her other arm around me, squeezing my tits tightly, and using her dominant position to push my head down into the pillows.

I was helpless beneath her, but the feeling was intoxicating.

I spread my legs wider, completely open to her, and she plunged her fist deeper and deeper inside me.

Each thrust caused the bed to shake, squeaking in time with our movements. Her hand pushed deep into me, completely dominating me in every way, and I couldn’t control the moans of pleasure that escaped my lips. My breath came out in short, sharp gasps as she thrust her hand in and out of me, fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked before.

I could feel myself being stretched to accommodate her fist, and the sensation of being so filled up was almost too much to bear. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, wanting to watch her, wanting to see her as she owned me.

Her eyes were on fire, her pupils dilated and black as night, her lips parted and wet with desire. I lifted my head to reach her, but she pushed me back again with a devilish grin. Her thumb found my clit and circled with just the right pressure. I was so close to release, my body buzzing from her expert fingers.

Maya looked up at me then, her eyes heavy-lidded and glazed over with lust. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and she was relishing every moment of it. I felt utterly exposed under her scrutiny, but there was no hesitation in my movements.

I leaned up to her, my mouth open, and kissed her fiercely. Our tongues wrestled for control as her hips continued to grind against mine, our wetness mingling together in a delicious, lewd way.

My clit throbbed with every rock of her hips, and I could feel my orgasm building.

“Fuck, yes, Emily,” she groaned, breaking our kiss and burying her face in my neck. “I’m gonna make you come like this. You want that, don’t you, Emily?” Maya growled, her voice low and sultry. My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel my body trembling in anticipation.

“Ohh yes, Maya, keep fucking me like this until I come. I want to come for you. I want to cover you with my juices.” I moaned back. “Please, Maya. I want to come for you.”

She leaned in close, her long black hair cascading around us like a soft curtain. “That’s right, Emily – come for me, baby,” she whispered in my ear. “Come all over me.”

Her words ignited a fire within me that I knew only she could quench. I was rocking my hips against her, desperate to reach the peak of pleasure that I knew was just moments away.

And then it happened – the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had surged through my body. I let out a guttural scream as my whole body quivered, the warm liquid gushing powerfully from my pussy.

It was as if a dam had burst, releasing all the pent-up desire that I had kept locked away for so long. It hit her tits with such an incredible force that it sprayed back and covered me as well. But this was just the first wave. I continued to gush out wave after wave of powerful jets. It went on and on, my body pulsing with wave after wave of bliss.

And Maya didn’t stop with her fist either – it was still buried deep inside me as she milked every last ounce of pleasure from my body.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing, saying, or experiencing, but I couldn’t get enough of it.

My orgasm seemed to trigger something in Maya. I could feel her body tensing behind me, her breath against my neck quickening. She pulled out of me slowly, leaving me feeling empty and wanting. I turned my head to watch as she positioned herself behind me, her knees sinking into the mattress.

With both hands, she spread me wider and pushed against my lower back, urging me to arch further. I obeyed, my ass instinctively lifting up towards her.

She then spread my ass cheeks as wide as they would go, bent down and started to fuck my ass with her tongue. And what an amazing, long, firm tongue it was. She was actually fucking me with it.

I could hear her beautiful slurping noises as she filled my ass with her spit. I was moaning with pleasure, feeling her saliva coat my asshole, making it slick for what I knew was coming next. She licked and sucked expertly, her tongue teasing my sensitive hole until my legs were quivering beneath me.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, my breathing shallow and quick with arousal. “Do it, Maya. I need you in me one final time.”

She pressed her slicked-up fingers to my ass again, and this time they slid inside with ease. I let out a long, low moan, feeling her fingers fill me up, stretching me wider than I’d ever been before.

She moved slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to the sensation, but soon she was fucking me hard and fast, her fingers curling to hit that sweet spot inside me.

“God, your ass is still so beautifully tight,” she groaned, her voice ragged with desire. “I can’t wait to fuck you with a strap-on from behind.”

The thought of her taking me with her strap-on sent a jolt of excitement through me but I knew we had no time for that now. I had to get back to my room before John started to worry or get suspicious. I also realised that I would need to shower before going back. If I didn’t, John would immediately notice the smell of sex on me. On my pussy, my ass, my tits, my lips, my tongue, my hair – everywhere.

I had to be firm with Maya. She didn’t want me to leave, but eventually accepted that it was the right thing to do.

I stood up, looking down at her beautiful, sweat-drenched body lying on the bed. Her tits were heaving, her pussy glistening, and her eyes were filled with a hunger that I knew I’d have to satisfy again soon.

“Stay here,” I commanded, my voice low and firm. “I need to take a quick shower before I get back to my room.”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine as I walked into the bathroom. I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up before stepping inside.

I needed to scrub every inch of my body, to wash away the evidence of our session. I lathered up a washcloth, my hands shaking as I ran it over my skin, remembering the feel of Maya’s fingers inside me, her tongue on my clit, her fist stretching my ass. I could still smell her on me, still taste her on my lips. I took my time, making sure to clean every crevice, every fold, not wanting John to suspect a thing.

As I dried off, I heard a soft knock at the bathroom door.

I wrapped the towel around me and opened it to find Maya standing there, her eyes hungry and her body still naked. She pushed past me, shutting the door behind her.

“I can’t wait another minute, Emily,” she whimpered, pressing her body against mine. I could feel her hard nipples through the towel, her warm breath on my neck. “I need to taste you one last time.”

Before I could respond, she dropped to her knees, pushing the towel aside and burying her face in my pussy. I gasped, my hands flying to her hair as her tongue found my clit, sucking and licking with expert precision.

She pushed my legs further apart, her fingers digging into my thighs as she feasted on me, her moans vibrating against my sensitive flesh.

I could feel another orgasm building already, my body tensing and my breath coming in short pants.

“Fuck, Maya. We can’t do this. I have to get back to John before he becomes suspicious,” I panted. She tried to slip two fingers inside me but I managed to stay strong and stop her. She started to sob, saying that we’d never see each other again and that she couldn’t live without me in her life.

I was taken aback, not expecting such an emotional reaction. I hugged her tightly, telling her that everything would be okay. We sat there for a while, just holding each other, until she finally got herself under control.

Then, she looked up at me with those big, doe eyes and said, “Emily, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I can’t… I can’t bear to think I’ll never see you again.”

I was stunned. I never expected to hear those words from someone as beautiful and gorgeous as Maya. My assumption had been that this was just another casual holiday fling for her – one of many.

But as I looked into her eyes, I knew she meant every word. And to my surprise, I realised that I felt the same way. I leaned down and kissed her softly, my heart pounding in my chest.

“I… I can’t bear to think I’ll never see you again too, Maya,” I whispered against her lips. She smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Promise me we’ll find a way to be together, Emily,” she said, her voice fierce. “I can’t lose you now that I’ve found you.”

I nodded, my resolve strengthening. “We’ll find a way, I promise. But for now, I have to go,” I said, reluctantly pulling away from her. Maya nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and understanding. I quickly dressed, my body still tingling from our encounter. As I was about to leave, Maya grabbed my hand.

“Tomorrow is your last day here?” she asked. I nodded yes. “Please come back to my room tomorrow night, after John goes to sleep. We can say our goodbyes properly, exchange contact details and maybe make some plans to meet again. Please.” She paused, her eyes searching mine. “And I want to make love to you one last time before you go.”

“I can’t promise anything – but I’ll try, Maya,” I replied. “It all depends on how quickly John falls asleep. Maybe if I ply him with wine with our evening meal, that should get him sleepy.” I said with a grin. “But now, I really must go.”

I realised I had to be firm with her or else I would never get away. I gave her a long, passionate farewell kiss and made my way to the door.

As I opened it, I glanced back at Maya, her body still sprawled naked on the bed, her eyes filled with a mix of longing and desperation. I blew her a kiss and stepped out, closing the door softly behind me.

The walk back to my villa was a blur. My heart was pounding, my mind racing with thoughts of Maya – her touch, her taste, her smell.

I could still feel her fingers inside me, her tongue on my clit, her fist stretching my ass. I was wet and aching, my body yearning for more.

But I had to get back to my room, to John. I hurried through the hotel gardens, my heart pounding in my chest. As I slipped the key card into the lock, I could feel my hands shaking. I took a deep breath as I pushed open the door, stepping inside quietly.

John was sitting on the bed, engrossed in his book. He looked up as I entered, a smile spreading across his face. “Hey, honey. How was your walk? You look… flushed,” he said.

I forced a smile, walking over to him and leaning down to kiss him.

“It was good, just longer than I thought to get to ‘The Crazy Chicken’. But it does look good. They have half-price drinks from 5 pm. So, I was thinking maybe we could stroll down there this evening and give it a go,” I said, hoping my voice sounded convincing.

“Yes, sounds good to me,” he replied. His eyes lingered on me for a moment longer before he went back to his book. I let out a sigh of relief, my body still humming with adrenaline and desire as I started to think about getting ready for this evening. I just hoped ‘The Crazy Chicken’ turned out to be as good as the manager had described it.

We set off from the hotel about 5 pm and took our time with a leisurely stroll down to the restaurant. We got there about 6 pm, just in time to catch a beautiful sunset while we enjoyed our cocktails. The restaurant certainly didn’t disappoint. It was just as good as the manager had promised – fortunately for me!

We were shown to a lovely table right on the beach for our meal. It was decorated with pristine white tablecloths and candles—very romantic. The meal was fabulous. I had chicken pad thai and John went for his favourite, tamarind prawns.

But all through the meal and then our walk back to the hotel, I just couldn’t rid myself of those thoughts of my time with Maya.

Back in our room, as I changed into my pyjamas, I could still feel her hands on me, her tongue on my clit, her fingers stretching my ass.

I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. I caught my reflection in the mirror and barely recognised the woman staring back at me. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes bright and wide and my lips swollen from Maya’s passionate kisses.

I could still smell her on me, a musky, intoxicating scent that made my pussy ache for more. I quickly brushed my teeth, trying to erase any trace of her, but it was no use. I could still taste her on my tongue, sweet and tangy, like the finest wine.

John was already in bed, his book discarded on the side table. He looked up as I climbed in beside him, his eyes soft in the dim light.

“Come here, love,” he murmured, reaching for me.

I hesitated for a moment, my body still humming with desire for Maya, but I forced a smile and snuggled up against him. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me close, and I could feel his hardening cock pressed against my thigh. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on him, on us, but all I could think about was Maya. John started to kiss my neck, his hand cupping my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple.

I tried to respond, to kiss him back, but my heart wasn’t in it. I could feel his confusion, his frustration, and I hated myself for it.

“Sorry, John, but those two long walks to ‘The Crazy Chicken’ and back have shattered me, especially in today’s heat. Hope you don’t mind if we give it a miss tonight.” I mumbled, pulling away slightly.

He studied me for a moment, his brow furrowed, before nodding. “Alright, love. If you’re tired, let’s just have a nice cuddle.” He kissed my forehead and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, my body still thrumming with desire for Maya. I could feel John’s even breaths against my neck, his body relaxing into sleep. And before I knew it, I was asleep as well, shattered from my intense afternoon of passion with Maya.

‘Let’s go for a drink or two with Jay and his new girlfriend,’ he said. ‘It’ll be fun,’ he said.

Famous…last…words. I shit you not.

Against my better judgment, we did go out that night.

And here I am, just a few weeks later, watching my boyfriend of three years pack the last of his things into his car and drive off without a backward glance.

What led to this less-than-friendly breakup, you ask? Well, let me tell you a story.

It all started on a Friday night. As usual, I’d had a tough week, as usual, and all I wanted to do was slob out in my PJs with an indulgent takeaway, a bottle of Chardonnay, and something mindless on Netflix.

That is, until Ben announced that he’d told his best mate Jay that we’d go on a double date. Apparently he’d been seeing yet another new girl and was keen to show her off. Jay was a serial dater and liked to parade his conquests about like a bloody Roman general.

I protested, rather animatedly, in fact. I really wasn’t in the mood for it. All I could think of was chicken jalfrezi, Bombay aloo, and soft, warm naan bread. But eventually, with Ben’s cajoling, the idea that a little bit of atmosphere and too much booze might not be so bad. Hell, I could still get the indulgent takeaway on the way home.

I showered and changed, sliding my petite body into comfy jeans and my old vintage leather jacket, and we were good to go.

We were sitting at a table in the Kings Arms nursing our first drinks when Jay and his new girl arrived. It was her legs that I saw first. I’d know those perfect stems anywhere. Raising my head, I saw the rest of her. Fuck, it really was her. She still looked amazing. Raven black hair, longer now, that hung in loose, seductive waves over her shoulders and down her back. Porcelain skin, sapphire blue eyes, and perfect pouting cupid’s bow lips.

She looked like Snow White had grown up and discovered sex. And I was more than familiar with her. In fact, I was intimately familiar with all five feet five inches of her.

“Kate, Ben,” Jay said excitedly, about to make introductions, “this is Reb….”

“Becca!” I finished for him, rising from my chair to embrace her.

“Oh my god, Kate.” She exclaimed. The shock in her voice was apparent, as was the look on her face, and with good reason.

“And you’ve still got the jacket, Kate,” she said with surprise in her voice.

The jacket had actually been a gift from her a few years ago.

Her name was Rebecca Marie James. Becs, or Becca to her friends. Or, to put it more succinctly, the best, most fun sex I’d ever fucking had in my life.

She was also the girl who’d utterly broken my heart.

The boys looked on dumbfounded as Becs and I hugged in greeting. She’d looked equally surprised to see me, to be honest. We hadn’t seen each other in almost four years. I hurriedly explained to the guys that we were actually old friends and that we went way back. More drinks were procured, and as a foursome, we fell into the easy small talk of twenty-somethings.

Well, let’s be honest here. I made a pretence of falling into catching up and small talk. And I’m pretty sure Becs was doing the same.

It was what wasn’t being talked about around that table that played through my mind, though. I really thought I was over her. But as I felt those unmistakable pangs of desire, that familiar ache between my thighs, I realised I was so wrong.

xoxoxoxoxo

Let me give you some backstory here.

Becs and I had become friends through work. We’d started at the same company in a new intake of office juniors around six years ago. Both of us were twenty-two, and neither of us knew a soul at the firm. So, as newbies, we stuck together and quickly became firm friends. We’d go out for drinks after work, we’d go to movies, and we’d spend our lunch breaks together.

I couldn’t deny it; the more we were together, the more I became attracted to her. In fact, even though I’d always considered myself straight – ok, maybe a little bi – I fancied her like crazy.

She stood a little taller than my five-foot-three, and she was beautiful. Added to which, she was blessed with the most amazing legs I’d ever seen. She also had the most wonderful, plummy, so very ‘English’ accent you can imagine.

Due to our archaic office dress code, we were always expected to wear smart skirts and blouses. And this was always finished off with modest heels and tights. She was a walking wet dream.

Just a side note here. You should know at this point that I’ve always had a bit of a thing for legs and feet. This stems back to my schooldays and my old French teacher, who would always conduct lessons sitting on her desk, not behind it. She always wore tights, and she was a compulsive leg crosser and shoe dangler. I found her utterly captivating. So yes, I admit it, I’m definitely a little bi.

Becs had exactly the same effect on me. Every day, I’d fantasise about kissing her, about pleasuring her. Imagining what she tasted like, was she smooth or natural? I wondered what got her motor running. My favourite daydream was that one day she’d just pin me to the wall and have her wicked way with me. I’d never actually been with a girl before, but I’d jilled off to enough girl-on-girl porn to know the basics, and I was pretty sure I could cope if the opportunity ever arose.

I had no idea that my attraction to Rebecca was a mutual one. But when I found out that it was, I can only say that fantasy had absolutely nothing on reality.

I gave myself away totally unintentionally one day in the little office we shared. Any woman knows that having to spend a day in heels isn’t great, so Becs and I had both developed the habit of kicking our shoes off if we were at our desks. Becs rolled her chair back and lifted her legs up onto her desk. She reached forward to adjust the toe seams of her black tights. The sight of her perfect legs, from her pretty purple toenails to her exquisitely shaped thighs, all set off by sheer black nylon, was too much for me.

“Ohhh-mmm,” I moaned audibly. I swear it just slipped out. But we all know you can’t unring a bell.

“Ohh, Kitten,” she exclaimed in that beautiful Mary Poppins voice, spinning her chair to face me. “Did you just make that delightful little noise for me?”

Normally, I hated being called Kitten. Everyone else calls me Kate, and only my mum insists on calling me Katherine. But when Becs used that pet name, it felt so right. It made me feel saucy, even. And once she’d started, it had stuck like glue.

I blushed furiously, “Becs, I, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. I’m so sorry; it… It just came out. It’s those damned legs of yours,” I gibbered like a fool.

She got up and padded to me in her nyloned feet, leaning on the arms of my chair, effectively trapping me in place. There was a mischievous, excited look in her eyes.

She leaned in so close, I could smell her perfume and feel her breath on my skin. I felt goosebumps prick up all over me.

“Well, it’s about bloody time. I’ve been looking at you too y’know. All this time, wondering if you fancied me too. I mean, I thought I’d seen you checking me out, but I just couldn’t be sure. Have you Kitten? Have you been having naughty thoughts about me?”

I tried to speak, but I was lost for words. I opened my mouth to say something, anything. But instead, she brushed her lips across mine.

“Is this what you want, Kitten?” she whispered breathily, “Do you want me? Can I kiss you? Please, can I? I’ve wanted to for aaages.”

Like I was ever going to say no! I nodded my head, chewing my lip, squirming in my chair.

She pressed her lips to mine, exerting just the right amount of pressure. She tasted of strawberry lip gloss and smelled like summer. I moaned again, my lips parted, and she instantly took the invitation to slide her tongue into my mouth.

I leaned up into her, sliding my arms around her neck, and kissed her back passionately, our tongues entwining. It felt like the most natural, most wonderful thing in the world. I’d dreamed of this moment, and it surpassed every expectation I could’ve had.

I glanced over her shoulder, realising that the office door was still open.

“Becs, the door,” I whispered as she pulled back to take a breath.

“Shit!” she jumped back, worried we were about to get caught. “I think you’d better come home with me tonight, don’t you?”

Needless to say, I did go home with her that night. And so began two and a half years of almost non-stop, playful, delightfully kinky, sometimes risky sex.

We house-sat like a couple if my parents were away. We fucked in club toilets. We used her place if her flatmate was out. The back seat of my car in quiet industrial estates after dark like horny teenagers. We even found hidden corners at work for delicious, frantic quickies.

The one thing we promised each other was that it was ‘just sex’; we weren’t going to fall in love with each other. Neither of us was gay after all. We were just two girls having fun, exploring, and discovering ourselves. Weren’t we?

Of course, you already have an inkling that I did just that. I fell hard and deep for Rebecca. And that was a huge, if unavoidable, mistake.

I didn’t even know that she was leaving until she didn’t show up for work one Monday. There was no text, no phone call, just her absence. As Tuesday turned to Wednesday, and all my appeals went unanswered, I went and spoke to our manager. She informed me that Rebecca had left on zero notice due to some undisclosed family emergency.

I was heartbroken. Not only had she just upped and quit, but she’d completely ghosted me. And that was what had really hurt. I’d cry anytime I was alone. I lost weight. And the worst thing was that I had absolutely nobody I could talk to about the situation. Was it me? Had I done something so wrong? Had I done something so unforgivable?

xoxoxoxoxo

Of course, I couldn’t say any of this as we all sat around that pub table. I put on a show; I went through the motions. And I drank like a fish.

I was distracted, distant, and starting to feel decidedly worse for wear. The booze was definitely taking hold, exacerbated by my empty stomach. My stomach churned, and I could feel a cold sweat between my shoulder blades.

“Are you okay, Kate?” Ben asked, looking concerned, rubbing my shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m fine,” I replied, “I just need the loo. I…don’t feel too great.”

I got up and made my way unsteadily to the toilets. Thankfully, they were empty. I ran the cold tap, splashing cold water on my face, as the tears began to flow. I was, however, unaware that Becs had followed me.

I was sobbing at the sink, my head hung low, when I felt her hand softly stroke down my back.

“Kate,” she said softly, her voice like pure honey. “Kate, are you ok?”

I stood straight and turned around, brushing her hand away. Upset turned to anger, and I snapped at her viciously.

“How the fuck…can you ask that, Becs? No, how dare you even ask me that? You, you vanished on me, without so much as a fucking word. And now, you have the gall to ask if I’m ok.”

I felt my stomach lurch and dashed into a cubicle, dry heaving and crying; I slumped to my knees.

She held my hair out of the way, stroking my back.

“Shhh, Kitten, oh Kate, I’m so sorry. I promise, I never meant to hurt you, Kitten. I was trying to avoid that by leaving. Can we please meet for coffee tomorrow, maybe? Let me explain it all. I’ve got so much to tell you.”

I looked up and nodded, “I think you owe me that at the very least. Don’t you?”

She helped me clean myself up and led me back out to where the boys were waiting. Becs and I exchanged phone numbers and agreed to talk the next day. For a proper catch-up.

I could barely look Ben in the eye when we got home. I went straight to bed while he fired up his PlayStation. It was barely ten o’clock, and our Friday night was ruined. I lay there in the dark, feeling pathetic, embarrassed, and sorry for myself. I should’ve been able to take it in stride and be the bigger person. But most of all I realised the reason I was so upset.

I realised that I didn’t care why she’d vanished. I didn’t need to forgive her. I realised that despite being with Ben for three years, sharing a flat for two, my life was a sham. Lying to myself about who I really was. I was still hopelessly in love with her. I just didn’t know if I was brave enough to tell her or to break Ben’s heart. I just knew that I wanted her back.

I awoke alone the next morning, hungover and starving hungry. Ben worked on Saturday mornings and played football with Jay in the afternoons, so I had the whole day to myself.

Becs and I exchanged texts, arranging to meet at our old favourite greasy spoon for a late breakfast.

I showered and made coffee, and feeling minimal guilt for what I was doing to Ben, I got myself ready to win back my girl.

I shoehorned myself into my favourite jeans, paired them with a slinky black top I knew she’d like, and fluffed my blonde hair into that crusted beach look I knew she loved. I opted for dark eye makeup to hide my hangover and popped my sunnies on top of my head. I eschewed heels in favour of sneakers for a breakfast date, grabbed my jacket, and left the flat to walk the half mile or so to the cafe.

I arrived five minutes early, thankful to find that the breakfast rush had died down. I sat in our favourite booth at the back and ordered a large black Americano.

When Rebecca arrived, my jaw hit the floor. She was obviously playing me at my own game, wearing an outfit that she knew would push my buttons.

She always knew that her legs were my weak spot. She’d worn very short cut-off jeans with black tights underneath, a black suede bike jacket, and Vans on her feet. It was the ratty old Aerosmith t-shirt underneath that said it all. It had once belonged to my dad. I’d let Becs sleep in it once, and I’d never seen it again. She still had it after all these years.

She kissed my cheek. “Hiya Kitten,” she whispered before sliding into the seat opposite.

“Hey you,” I responded, my voice catching slightly. “I can’t believe you’ve still got my T-shirt.”

“Are you kidding, Kitten? This is going nowhere. It’s been my one link to you. It’s…it’s precious.”

Her voice hadn’t changed one bit. And I could already feel my body responding.

We ordered our food, and I sipped my coffee. I almost didn’t want to hear what had gotten between us. I just wanted to drown in those azure blue eyes. I just wanted her back in my life.

As we slowly munched our way through the biggest Full English on the menu, she let it all out.

“Kitten,” she said seriously, “we made a promise way back when, didn’t we? Not to fall in love?”

I just stared at her in shock. I took a gulp of coffee. I had definitely not expected her to open like this.

“Well, Kitten, I couldn’t help it,” she continued, “I did fall in love with you. But I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t ‘true love’, and I did something completely and utterly stupid.”

I’ll give you the clip notes version here, Dear Reader. If I gave it to you verbatim, it would be long, sad, and would involve me attempting to describe two old friends ugly crying over a fry-up. Nobody needs to read that. So:

It transpired that, in her efforts to convince herself that she was merely stuck in some soft-focus lesbian porno fantasy, Becs had indulged in a one-night stand. After which, she’d decided that I really was THE ONE. Yay, Kitten, I hear you cry. Well, not quite; there’s more.

Instead of proclaiming her undying love for me, taking me straight to bed and fucking me ragged, she waited. Scared that I wouldn’t feel the same way. (See, never make stupid promises.) And during that time that she waited, she discovered that she was pregnant.

So instead of talking to me, she chickened out of everything we had, completely. Said she couldn’t very well say “I love you, Kitten” while carrying a child. So she fucked off home to her mum and dad’s, thinking I’d want no more of her. She had her baby. A gorgeous little girl called Lily (I’ve seen pictures), who was promptly and very lovingly adopted by her sister Anna.

Becs had always said motherhood wasn’t for her, and Anna had been trying and failing to conceive with her husband for years. Countless rounds of IVF had failed, and they’d all but given up. So Becs is now Aunty Becca; she still gets to be a fun part of Lily’s life, Anna is a wonderful mum, and all is right with the world.

(Now I know that I’ve really made this seem very short and almost trivial. But believe me, you know everything that you need to, and I know you’re all wanting to get to the wet n squishy bit. I know you are, because I am too, so keep reading.)

I asked why she hadn’t at least tried to contact me. It was the usual reason. Fear of being ultimately rejected. I think we’ve all been there for one reason or another. Always scared of what the outcome ‘might’ be. Too scared to take the plunge and find out.

It turned out she’d lived a similar sham of a life to mine. I’d moved in with Ben, and she’d dated a handful of guys but hadn’t fallen into anything serious.

Becs had only moved back to our town a few months ago and found herself a cheap flatshare. She told me that she’d been trying to work up the courage to reach out ever since, but she just didn’t know how to after so much time had passed. Fortunately, the Fates had smiled on her. It was pure serendipity that had led her to that pub with Jay, my own boyfriend’s best mate, on that particular night.

We ordered more coffee, and I reached for her hand across the table.

“Kate, can you forgive me? I never meant to hurt you. I was stupid and selfish. I really should have talked to you.”

I felt tears well up again, my body trembling.

“Becs, it’s always been you,” I said quietly. “I was in love with you then, and I realised last night I’m still in love with you.”

Her bottom lip quivered. “Oh, Kitten, I’m so sor..”

“Shut up, Becs,” I whispered. “Just shut up.”

I leaned over the table, grabbing her jacket lapels to pull her to me, scattering ketchup bottles and cutlery all over the table. I crushed my mouth to hers; I didn’t give a fuck where we were or who the hell saw us.

Our coffees arrived, and we sat back down. We’d healed instantly. From confessions to forgiveness, in the time it took to eat breakfast.

We held hands and gazed at each other as we drank our coffee in silence. Becs had kicked off her Vans and now played the trump card. I felt her foot caress my leg under the table.

“Ben’ll be out till the pubs shut,” I whispered, biting my lip. “If you fancy coming home with me?”

“We’d best get going then,” she smirked. “I got an Uber here. Can you give me a lift home later?”

Becs made a show of putting her shoes back on, stretching her legs, and pointing her toes for me as I paid our bill. I just knew it wouldn’t be long till those pretty toes were in my mouth again.

The half-mile walk back took twice as long as usual. We kept distracting each other and stopping along the way. By the time we got to my apartment building, we were already at a steady sizzle.

I buzzed us into the building, and we stumbled in amid a fit of gasps and giggles. Becca pushed me against the wall of the hallway, kissing me hard and deep. She deftly unsnapped my jeans before I’d even gotten my keys out.

“Fuck, I want you, Kitten,” she purred, slipping her hand into my knickers, teasing my aching, wet little twat right there in the open as we made out.

I cupped her mound over her shorts, gently squeezing, eliciting a gasp from her perfect lips. My hips rocked, desperate for her touch.

“I bet there’s nothing under those tights, is there?” I challenged, “Not a stitch, you naughty girl.”

“You’ll have to undress me and see,” she growled.

We heard a door open, and Mrs Whatsername from across the hall peered out. Obviously, investigating the noise. She gave us a stern, disapproving look before closing her door. I wondered just how much she’d seen. Did I care? Not a jot.

We tumbled through my front door. Kicking off sneakers as we kept kissing. My jeans and knickers were on the hallway floor before I’d even taken my jacket off.

I manoeuvred Becs backwards into the bedroom, playfully shoving her back onto the bed. The bed I shared with Ben. I crawled up her body, wrenched her shorts open, and eagerly shoved my hand in as our tongues entwined once more. I was right, no knickers. She’d obviously come prepared. I fondled her pussy like an old friend.

She slipped two fingers into my aching sex as I wrestled with my jacket, tossing it away.

“Fuuck yes,” I moaned breathlessly, tugging at her shorts, dragging them over her hips. She kicked them the rest of the way off.

God, I’d always loved the sight of her like this. All legs, sheathed in slinky black nylon, her pussy glistening wetly beneath.

I leant back, her fingers sliding out of me. I drank in the view as she raised her legs and licked my juices from her own fingers, her toes brushing my lips. They were warm, soft, and ever so slightly damp. I licked her soles from heel to toe, pressing my face into them, before taking the tip of her right foot in my mouth. My hand slid up her inner thigh to stroke her pussy with my thumb. My breath was ragged, excitement and lust coursing through me as I stroked her in soft, easy circles.

“Ohh fuck, Kitten, my Kitten, Christ, I’ve missed you.”

I moaned around her toes, watching her stroke her own pussy; as her left foot slid behind my neck, she flexed her leg to pull me down lower as I relinquished her right foot.

“Kitten, pleease,” she mewled as she languidly draped her legs over my shoulders.

I breathed her in, that heady mix of Vera Wang and her own sweet, musky scent of arousal. My cunt throbbed; I slipped a hand between my legs to give her some rough comfort while Becs broke her own cardinal rule and ripped her tights open for me.

I took a moment to admire her baby smooth mons, her lust-blushed labia, a dark purple at the edges graduating to a glistening vibrant pink centre. A bead of her juices oozed from her.

I placed a kiss soft enough to wake a Disney princess on her smooth mound before taking a long, luxurious ice cream lick upward through her exquisite folds as she wrapped her legs around me. Her hips bucking and grinding to my loving mouth. Fuck, I’d forgotten just how wet she could get. In no time at all, my face was saturated, glazed from her as I lustily French kissed her gooey snatch.

I brought her to a crashing crescendo, a writhing, gasping, moaning tumult. Two fingers massaging her G-spot, my pinky just teasing the ring of her bum and her clit firmly between my lips.

“Ooh fuuck yess yesss,” she was babbling, her back arching clear of the bed. She supported herself by her shoulders and her legs on mine. It was perfect. She was perfect. She always had been. And she was mine again.

Any vestiges of former heartbreak were gone. They dissipated like smoke on the breeze as I found my own sweet release a few minutes later. As naked as the day I was born, I’d straddled her, my own passion engorged pussy grinding firmly down on hers while Becs slid into her third aftershock. My cunt flooded over hers, our juices mingling as my inaugural orgasm ripped through me, her sexy nyloned toes firmly in my mouth once more as I rode her into the gates of heaven.

She’d kept my old t-shirt on the whole time.

The armistice was official at five thirty pm. The wreckage was strewn everywhere, my sheets were soaked, and the room reeked of sex. Girl sex. Spent and exhausted, we realised we were both ravenous. We showered together, Becs borrowed some fresh clothes from me, and we doused the room liberally with Febreze.

She helped me change the sheets, and we went out in search of dinner. Finally, our first date as a couple. And to cap it all, I finally got my fucking curry!

I dropped Becs at her place and was just climbing out of my twenty-year-old Range Rover as Ben came strolling into the apartment complex. Kit bag in hand, tipsy as a lord. It looked like we’d both had a fantastic Saturday.

xoxoxoxoxo

Now let’s circle back, shall we? How did the breakup occur? I hear you cry. Did Mrs Whatsername tell Ben what she’d seen? Had somebody seen Becs and me snogging in the café?

Oh no, nothing so mundane as that, I can assure you.

I called in ‘sick’ the following Wednesday. The plan was Ben would go off to work, Becs would ring in sick too, escape her shared flat and we’d spend the day shagging like bunnies again.

How was I to know that Ben was going to come home to check on me?

As Courtney Love serenaded us with Malibu, I was sprawled on the bed, stark naked, legs akimbo. An equally naked, sweat-slicked Rebecca was gripping the headboard and riding my face like a prize-winning pony.

I could sense my girl was just on the precipice, grinding down hard, yelling my name, when the music came to an abrupt stop.

Now, had this been an adult film, the guy would’ve just whipped it out and joined in. ‘Twas not the case in this instance.

Ben had been greeted by the view of two sweaty girls, one of whom was his girlfriend, joyously fucking the day away with gay abandon. He was less than impressed.

“Seems like you two are more than just old friends,” was all he said before turning and walking back out again.

I’ll spare you the ensuing arguments, acrimony, and the litany of choice insults that were hurled at me. Because, at the end of the day, this tale has a happy ever after ending.

You see, I’ve just accepted Ben’s keys back, and as he drives away, I’m not actually going back indoors to mope, to dwell on my wickedness. To berate myself. Fuck that!

I’m actually just climbing into my trusty Range Rover, and I’m off to help Becs pack her stuff. She’s moving in with me, and trust me, this time she’s not getting away.

Now, if only I could work out a way to break the news to Mum and Dad.

Sana stepped out of the steamy embrace of the spa, feeling the cool afternoon breeze air kiss her skin. The scent of lavender lingered in her hair and on her fingertips, a gentle reminder of the peace she’d found within the soothing sanctuary. She had come for a massage, a rare treat after a long week of juggling work and her son’s school schedule. The parking lot lights cast a soft glow on the pavement, guiding her to her car.

Her mind was still swimming with the sensations from Clara’s expert touch, the way the tension had melted from her muscles. The experience had been unexpectedly intimate, Clara’s strong but gentle hands moving in rhythmic strokes that had lulled Sana into a state of serenity. Yet, as she slid into the driver’s seat and turned the ignition, she felt a strange mix of exhilaration and guilt. Her heart fluttered at the memory of Clara’s eyes meeting hers on numerous occasions, the shared secret that they had between them.

The short drive home seemed to stretch on forever, her thoughts racing as she wondered if this was the start of something new within her, a door she had never dared to open. She knew she had to tell someone, but who? Her closest friends might judge her, and she couldn’t bear the thought of her conservative family finding out. Her marriage to Mohsin had always been stable, but it lacked the passionate spark she’d read about in books. Would he understand?

When she pulled into the driveway, the sight of her husband’s car parked in its usual spot brought a fresh wave of anxiety. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the facade she’d have to maintain. As she opened the front door, the smell of her home filled the hallway, and she heard the distant laughter of their son Adam from the family room. She walked in to find Mohsin playing a video game with Adam, their bond clear as they sat side by side, heads bent in concentration.

“Hey, you’re back,” Mohsin called out, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“Hi, mum,” Adam echoed, glancing up from the controller with a grin before returning his attention to the game.

“How was your spa day?” Mohsin asked, his eyes still glued to the TV.

Sana forced a smile. “It was… different,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt her cheeks flush as she set down her purse and kicked off her shoes.

Mohsin looked up, noticing the change in her tone. “Different? What do you mean?”

Sana took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the couch. “It was just… intense. I’ve never had a massage quite like it.”

Mohsin still clicking away at his controller, concentrating on the task of winning the game. “Was it good, though?”

“It was… amazing,” Sana replied, her voice trailing off as she sank deeper into the sofa. The weight of her secret grew heavier with every second that passed.

Mohsin grunted in approval, eyes never leaving the game. “That’s good, dear,” he said, his thumbs dancing over the buttons. “As long as you’re happy.”

Sana felt the guilt coil tighter in her stomach. “I’m just a bit overwhelmed,” she lied, watching her son’s eyes light up every time he scored a point. “I might go take a bath to relax some more.”

Mohsin nodded absently, his focus fully on the game. “Sounds like a plan. Dinner’s in the oven. Just heat it up when you’re ready.”

Sana retreated to the bathroom, the walls seeming to close in around her. She filled the tub with steaming hot water, adding a generous splash of her favorite bath salts. The scent of jasmine filled the room, but it couldn’t wash away the memory of Clara’s touch. As she sank into the water, she closed her eyes and allowed the warmth to seep into her bones. Her thoughts swirled like the water around her, a whirlwind of doubt and excitement. What had she done? What did it mean? Was it a one-time thing, or had she just stepped into a new chapter of her life?

Her phone chimed, the sound piercing through the serene silence like a gunshot. It was a text from Fahima, the friend who had so thoughtfully given her the spa day as a gift. She picked it up, her hand trembling slightly. The message read, “Did you enjoy the ‘Special Ending’?” with a wink emoji. Sana’s heart skipped a beat. Her cheeks flushed as she realized Fahima had known all along. The implications of the message were clear: Clara’s technique wasn’t just a standard part of the service. She had been set up. But why? Was it a prank, a misunderstanding, or had Fahima sensed something within Sana that she hadn’t acknowledged herself?

The water grew lukewarm as she sat there, the bubbles slowly dissipating. She sank further into the tub, her mind racing with the potential consequences of her actions. What if Mohsin found out? Would he leave her? Would Adam hate her? Yet, she couldn’t ignore the thrill that coursed through her veins, the way Clara had made her feel alive for the first time in years. Her thoughts grew hazy, a cocktail of confusion and desire.

With trembling fingers, she composed a text to Fahima. “It was… intense. Thank you for setting it up. Let’s meet for a catch-up soon.” She hit send, watching the message disappear into the digital abyss, feeling both terrified and relieved. The silence in the room grew heavier as she waited for a response. It buzzed back almost immediately, “You’re welcome, can’t wait to hear all about it. How about tomorrow at our usual café?”

Sana nodded to herself, knowing that she needed to talk to someone who understood what she’d been through. She climbed out of the tub and wrapped herself in a towel, the cold marble floor sending a shiver up her spine. As she walked to her bedroom, the echo of their laughter followed her. The weight of her secret grew heavier with every step.

Mohsin called out for her to join them, but she feigned a headache and retreated to her room, the door clicking shut behind her like a lock. She changed into her pajamas, the soft fabric brushing against her sensitive skin, and climbed into bed. Her mind replayed the moments with Clara, the way her heart had raced, the feeling of being truly seen. It was a stark contrast to the predictability of her life, and she found herself craving more of that raw, unexplored territory.

The next day, she found herself sitting across from Fahima at their usual café, a warm cup of tea in her hands. The sun streamed through the windows, casting a golden hue on Fahima’s knowing smile. Sana took a deep breath and recounted her experience, her words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. Fahima listened intently, nodding along, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “I knew you’d love it,” she said, her voice a gentle purr. “Clara has that effect on people.”

Sana’s grip tightened around her mug. “Why did you set me up? Did you know this would happen?”

Fahima leaned back in her chair, her smile unwavering. “Of course, darling. I could see the spark was missing in your eyes every time you talked about your love life. And the way you’ve been complaining about Mohsin, always too tired, too stressed. It’s been like watching a plant wither away in the shade. I know you love Mohsin, but I could sense something was missing, a spark.”

Sana felt the heat rising in her cheeks. “But how could you know? I didn’t even know myself.”

Fahima leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “Sana, you’ve been my best friend for over a decade. I’ve seen the way you look at certain women, the way you light up when we talk about love and intimacy that goes beyond the norm. You’ve been yearning for this, whether you admitted it to yourself or not.”

Sana’s eyes searched Fahima’s, seeking understanding. “But what do I do now? How do I tell Mohsin?”

Fahima reached across the table, her hand warm and comforting. “You don’t have to tell him anything, Sana. This is your journey to navigate, and to enjoy the ride.”

They parted ways after their meeting, Sana’s thoughts swirling like the leaves caught in an autumn wind. She drove home with a heavy heart, the sun setting in a blaze of oranges and pinks that did nothing to lift her mood. Her mind was a battlefield of doubt and yearning as she pulled into the driveway and walked into the house filled with the comforting aroma of Mohsin’s cooking.

Mohsin looked up from the stove, his eyes questioning. “You okay, Sana?”

“I’m fine,” she managed, setting the table with trembling hands. The lie tasted bitter on her tongue.

Mohsin chuckled from the kitchen. “You might need another massage after the week you’ve had,” he said, tossing a knowing look over his shoulder.

Sana forced a laugh, feeling the tension coil tighter in her chest. She knew she couldn’t keep her secret for long. Her thoughts drifted to Clara, her eyes, her touch. What would happen if she allowed herself to explore these newfound desires? Would it ruin her life, or would it finally give her the fulfillment she’d been craving?

Weeks turned into a month, and the memory of Clara’s massage remained as vivid as the day it happened. Sana tried to focus on her work, her son’s school plays, and the mundane routines of marriage, but the whispers of that fateful afternoon grew louder with each passing day. She found herself touching her skin, tracing the ghosts of Clara’s hands, and her mind often wandered to the spa’s dimly lit room during moments she should have been present in her life.

Then one evening, as the aroma of freshly cooked  biryani wafted through the house, he looked up from his phone with a hopeful smile. “How about we all go to Glasgow this weekend? It’s been ages since we saw my parents.”

Sana’s stomach dropped. The thought of facing her in-laws with her secret felt like an impossible challenge. “I don’t know, I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on,” she said, her voice unconvincing.

Adam’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Please, mum! I miss Dadi Dada!” he begged, jumping up and down. His little hands clutched at her arm, pulling her into his world of innocence and pure joy.

Sana’s heart tugged at the sight of her son’s enthusiasm, but her own mind was torn. A weekend away with her in-laws was the last thing she needed while her thoughts were in such turmoil. She searched for a way out, and it hit her. “Why don’t you and Adam go?” she suggested, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice. “I’ve got a big deadline at work. It’d be great if I could have some quiet time to catch up.”

Mohsin’s smile faltered, but he nodded. “Alright, if that’s what you need.” He turned back to Adam. “Looks like it’s just us boys this weekend.”

The next day, as she watched them pack their bags and get ready to leave, Sana felt a strange sense of relief mixed with a pang of loss. As soon as the door closed behind them, she felt a sudden urge to visit the spa again. She had no intention of seeing Clara, but she couldn’t resist the allure of the place that had stirred such tumultuous emotions within her. She told herself it was just to unwind, to recapture that sense of peace she’d felt before her world had been upended.

Her heart raced as she dialed the spa’s number, her thumb hovering over the call button. The phone rang once, twice, and a pleasant voice picked up. “Good evening, this is the Serenity Spa. How may I assist you today?”

Sana’s voice wavered. “I was wondering if Clara is available for a massage this weekend?”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. “I’m sorry, Clara no longer works with us. Can I help you with another therapist?” the voice on the phone replied, her tone tinged with an unspoken question.

Sana’s heart sank. “Oh, no, it’s okay. I’ll… I’ll manage,” she said, ending the call abruptly. She sank into the couch, the cushions enveloping her in their soft embrace. The silence of the empty house seemed to amplify the sound of her racing heart. Without realising it, she had been clutching her phone so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. She placed it on the coffee table, feeling a strange sense of loss.

Just then, her phone rang, the vibration sending a jolt through her body. She glanced at the screen and saw Fahima’s name. She took a deep breath and answered, “Hey.”

“How are you holding up?” Fahima’s voice was warm and soothing, like a cup of tea on a rainy afternoon.

“I… I don’t know,” Sana replied, her voice cracking. “I just called the spa. Clara’s not there anymore.”

Fahima’s giggle turned into a knowing chuckle. “Your fairy godmother has everything under control,” she assured her friend. “I had a feeling you’d want to see her again. That’s why I kept her number handy.”

Sana’s eyes widened. “What? You have Clara’s number?”

Fahima’s laughter filled the line. “Of course I do, darling. I know how much you enjoyed the ‘Special Ending’. Clara’s quite the popular lady around here, you know.”

Sana felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “Can you… can you give it to me?”

Fahima’s chuckle grew playful. “Now, now, don’t be hasty. What’s the rush?”

Sana couldn’t help but laugh despite her nerves. “Fahima, don’t be a bitch,” she said, the giggle escaping her lips. It felt liberating to speak so openly with someone who seemed to understand her so well.

“Alright, alright,” Fahima conceded, her voice still full of mirth. “But promise me you’ll tell me everything. Every. Last. Detail.”

Sana rolled her eyes, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. It was comforting to have someone in her corner, someone who knew her secret and didn’t judge. “Fine, I promise,” she said, her voice lighter.

“Good girl,” Fahima said, with a teasing tone.

Sana took the number with trembling hands and ended the call. She sat for a moment, the quiet of the house suddenly suffocating. With a deep breath, she composed a text message to Clara. “Hi, it’s Sana. We met at the spa last month. I was wondering if you’re available for another appointment?”

Her phone buzzed almost immediately with Clara’s reply, “Hi Sana, it’s great to hear from you! I actually do house visits now. More private, more intimate. Would you be interested?”

Sana’s heart raced as she read the message. House visits? It was more than she had bargained for, but the thrill was undeniable. She took a deep breath and typed back, “That sounds perfect. Can you come tomorrow?”

“I’d love to,” Clara replied, her enthusiasm palpable. “What time would suit you best?”

Sana’s stomach somersaulted. This was really happening. She took a moment to consider her reply, the words feeling like they were being drawn from a deep, secret well within her. “How about 2 pm?”

“Perfect,” Clara responded, her message followed by a smiley face emoji. “Looking forward to it. Any special requests?”

Sana paused, her thumb hovering over the screen. Special requests? Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Should she tell Clara she wanted more than just a massage? That she wanted to explore the uncharted territory of her desires? The thought of saying it out loud was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. She took a deep breath and sent a simple message. “Just your usual magic.”

The next day, the minutes ticked by like hours. She cleaned the house, straightening every pillow and dusting every shelf, trying to ignore the anticipation that grew with every passing second. Finally, at 2 pm, the doorbell rang. Sana’s heart skipped a beat as she went to answer it. Clara stood there, her smile as warm as ever, her eyes gleaming with something that sent a shiver down Sana’s spine. She looked different outside of the spa’s serene environment, more… real.

“Hi Sana,” Clara said, her voice a gentle caress. “Ready for some relaxation?”

Sana nodded, her throat dry. “Come in,” she managed, stepping aside to let Clara enter. The scent of jasmine followed her, a sweet reminder of their last encounter.

Clara looked around the living room, taking in the family photos and the clutter of a life lived with love. “Where would you like me to set up?” she asked, her eyes finally meeting Sana’s.

Sana’s gaze darted to the stairs that led to her bedroom, and she felt a blush spread across her cheeks. “How about the… the spare room?” she suggested, her voice barely above a whisper.

Clara’s smile grew knowing. “Lead the way,” she said, her eyes sparkling with understanding.

Sana led Clara to the spare room, her heart racing like a wild horse. She hadn’t prepared for this, hadn’t even admitted to herself what she truly wanted. But here she was, opening the door to a possibility that could either destroy her world or set her free. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep out the prying eyes of the neighborhood. Clara began setting up the massage table with a professional ease, laying out the towels and oils. Sana couldn’t help but watch her every move, the way her hands moved with such confidence and grace.

“Is there anything specific you’d like me to focus on?” Clara asked, her voice a gentle melody in the quiet space.

Sana took a deep breath, trying to still her racing thoughts. “No, just… do what you think is best,” she said, her voice quivering slightly. She felt a strange mix of excitement and fear, as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump into an ocean of uncertainty.

Clara nodded, her gaze never leaving Sana’s. “Alright, then. Get comfortable,” she instructed, gesturing to the massage table. “I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Sana slipped out of her clothes, her heart thumping in her chest like a drum. She lay face down on the table, the coolness of the linen sending a shiver through her body. She heard Clara’s footsteps, the rustle of her clothes as she approached. The door clicked shut, sealing them into this cocoon of intimacy. Sana felt a warm hand on her back, gently spreading the oil in slow, deliberate circles. Her breath hitched, the memory of their last encounter flooding her senses.

“Did you miss me?” Clara whispered, her breath hot against the back of Sana’s neck. The question sent a thrill down Sana’s spine, and she couldn’t help but nod. The room was filled with the sweet scent of jasmine, the same scent that had surrounded her in that fateful spa room. Clara’s fingers began to move with more purpose, digging into the tension that had built up over the weeks. The massage was more than just physical; it was a dance of sensuality that seemed to awaken something deep within her.

Sana felt a strange sense of release with every stroke, every knead. It was as if Clara was peeling back the layers of her inhibitions, one by one, revealing the woman she’d kept hidden for so long. She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as Clara’s hands moved lower, teasing the base of her spine. It was a sound she hadn’t made in months, maybe even years, and it felt foreign yet incredibly natural.

Clara’s touch grew more deliberate, her thumbs pressing into the knots of tension that had formed around Sana’s hips. Sana could feel the heat between her legs growing, a warmth that spread like wildfire with every breath she took. The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, the occasional crackle of the massage oil, and the rhythmic sound of Clara’s movements. It was a symphony of desire, each note playing in time with the racing beat of her heart.

As Clara’s hands glided down her legs, Sana’s thoughts grew hazier, her body becoming a canvas for the artist that was Clara. Her calves were tight from years of carrying the weight of responsibilities and expectations, but Clara’s skilled fingers worked them with the patience of a sculptor chipping away at a block of marble. Each touch sent a jolt of pleasure through Sana, making her toes curl and her body arch. It was as if Clara could read the story of her life through the tension in her muscles, releasing the chapters one by one.

Her dainty feet, often neglected and hidden in sensible shoes, were treated to a tender, almost worshipful massage. Clara’s thumbs traced the delicate arches, her fingers digging into the balls of her feet with just the right amount of pressure. Sana felt a sigh escape her lips as she sank further into the table, her body melting under Clara’s ministrations. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, a feeling of being seen, of being touched in a way that went beyond the superficial.

As Clara worked her way up her legs, Sana couldn’t help but turn her head to the side, her cheek pressed against the coolness of the towel. She watched Clara’s strong, capable hands move over her body with a kind of awe, feeling a strange sense of vulnerability that was both thrilling and terrifying. Clara’s eyes met hers in the mirror on the opposite wall, and she gave Sana a knowing smile. It was a silent communication that spoke of secrets shared and desires understood.

Sana felt Clara’s fingers brush against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, the touch feather-light yet electric. Her body responded instinctively, her legs spreading apart slightly. Clara paused, her hands hovering, waiting for permission. Sana swallowed hard, her mouth dry. She nodded, her eyes never leaving Clara’s in the mirror. The masseuse leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against Sana’s back as she placed a gentle kiss on her neck.

The sensation of Clara’s lips on her skin sent a bolt of pleasure through her, and Sana couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped. Clara’s hands resumed their journey, now bolder, now exploring the soft mounds of Sana’s ass with a gentle squeeze. Sana’s body was on fire, the tension in the room thick and palpable. She felt Clara’s breath hot against her ear as she whispered, “Tell me what you want, Sana.”

Sana’s voice was barely above a murmur. “I want… I want you to take me, I’m yours for today.”

Clara’s smile grew wider in the mirror, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Sana’s skin. “Your wish is my command,” she said, her voice a seductive whisper.

Her lips traveled up the back of Sana’s neck, planting soft kisses that sent shivers down her spine. Sana’s eyes fluttered closed, and she felt Clara’s teeth nip at her earlobe. It was a sensation she’d never experienced, and it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Clara’s hands grew more daring, caressing the sides of her breasts and making Sana’s nipples harden in anticipation. She let out a whimper, her body aching for more.

With a sudden, surprising strength, Clara gently lifted Sana from the table, her arms wrapping around her waist. Sana gasped as Clara’s breasts pressed against her back, feeling the firmness of the other woman’s body against her own. It was a new kind of intimacy, one that she hadn’t allowed herself to crave until now. Clara’s kiss grew more insistent, her tongue tracing the shell of Sana’s ear before her mouth found hers.

Sana melted into the kiss, the taste of Clara’s minty breath mingling with her own. It was as if Clara had unlocked a door to a part of herself she didn’t know existed. Her hands found Clara’s, their fingers lacing together as Clara turned her around to face her. The look in Clara’s eyes was a mix of hunger and tenderness that made Sana’s knees wobble.

“Take me to your bedroom,” Clara whispered, her voice a siren’s call that Sana couldn’t resist. She nodded, leading the way with trembling steps. The house felt eerily quiet, the echo of their footsteps the only sound in the corridor. The door to her bedroom creaked open, revealing the sanctuary she shared with Mohsin. The sight of her marital bed sent a shiver through her, the reality of what she was about to do weighing heavily on her.

Clara closed the door behind them with a gentle click, her eyes never leaving Sana’s. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her gaze sweeping over Sana’s naked body with a hunger that made Sana feel both exposed and powerful. She took a deep breath and stepped closer to the bed, her heart racing like a wild animal.

With a gentle but firm touch, Clara pushed her onto the soft mattress, the coolness of the fabric a stark contrast to the heat of Clara’s skin. Sana felt the weight of her own body, the heaviness of her breasts and the dampness between her legs, as Clara hovered above her, her eyes filled with a fiery passion that made Sana’s breath catch in her throat.

Her legs hanging off the bed, Clara took one of her feet in her hand, her thumb tracing the arch with the same skill she had used to massage away her tension. Sana couldn’t tear her gaze away as Clara brought her foot to her mouth, her lips parting to reveal perfect teeth. The anticipation was agonising, but when Clara’s mouth finally closed around her big toe, Sana felt a jolt of pleasure that traveled up her leg and pooled in her belly. Clara’s tongue flicked over her skin, sending waves of sensation through her body. It was an intimacy she had never before experienced, and she found herself craving more.

Clara moved up her body, her kisses leaving a trail of fire across Sana’s legs, her stomach, her breasts. When she reached her mouth, Sana couldn’t help but arch into the kiss, her hands reaching up to tangle in Clara’s hair. The taste of Clara was intoxicating, a heady mix of jasmine and desire that made her toes curl. Clara’s hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch with a reverence that made Sana feel like a goddess.

And then, Clara pulled away, standing up to discard her own clothes. Sana watched, her eyes wide, as Clara’s shirt fell to the floor, revealing toned abs and full, round breasts. The sight of Clara’s bare skin made her heart race, and she felt a sudden surge of want that was almost overwhelming. Clara’s pants followed, pooling around her ankles, and she stepped out of them, leaving her in nothing but a lacy thong. Sana couldn’t help but admire the muscular lines of Clara’s legs, the way her body moved with an easy grace that seemed almost predatory.

Clara crawled back onto the bed, straddling Sana’s hips, her thong the only barrier between them. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against Sana’s, and whispered, “Ready for the next chapter?” Sana could only nod, her eyes never leaving Clara’s. With a gentle push, Clara settled herself between Sana’s legs, her hands roaming over her thighs, her hips, her stomach. Each touch was a promise of more, and Sana felt herself growing wetter by the second.

Clara’s thumbs traced the crease where Sana’s thighs met her hips, and she shivered. The anticipation was unbearable, but Clara took her time, her eyes never leaving Sana’s. Finally, Clara’s hand slid down, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric of Sana’s underwear. Sana’s hips bucked upwards, and Clara chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent another shiver through her. “Easy, sweetheart,” she murmured. “We have all the time in the world.”

Her touch grew more deliberate, her fingers finding Sana’s swollen clit with a confidence that spoke of experience. Sana’s eyes rolled back in her head as Clara began to stroke her, her touch featherlight at first, then growing in intensity. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she knew she was falling into a world she might never escape from. Clara leaned down, capturing Sana’s mouth in another searing kiss as she continued her ministrations, her other hand cupping Sana’s breast, her thumb teasing the sensitive peak.

Sana’s moans grew louder, filling the quiet room, echoing off the walls that had once held only whispers of love and the occasional argument with Mohsin. But this was different, this was raw and unbridled passion that she hadn’t known existed within her. Clara’s hand slid down further, slipping inside her underwear to find her wetness, and Sana’s body responded with a jolt of pleasure. Clara’s fingers danced over her folds, teasing and taunting, until she found her entrance and pushed inside.

Sana’s hips rolled against Clara’s hand, desperate for more. It was as if she had been starved for this, for the feeling of a woman’s touch that knew her body better than she did herself. Clara’s thumb circled her clit, and Sana’s breath hitched. The sensation was so intense, it was almost painful, but she didn’t want it to stop. Clara’s eyes never left hers, reading her every reaction, her every gasp. It was a dance of give and take, Clara pushing Sana closer and closer to the edge, then pulling back just enough to keep her there, panting and begging.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Clara slid Sana’s panties down her legs, taking her time to kiss and nibble her inner thighs along the way. The cool air hit her exposed skin, making her shiver. Clara tossed the fabric aside, leaving Sana fully bare to her gaze. The look on Clara’s face was one of pure hunger, and it made Sana feel more wanted than she had in a very long time. Clara’s fingers slid back up her legs, tracing the curves and lines of her body with a kind of reverence that was almost sacred.

When Clara’s mouth finally reached her core, Sana’s body arched off the bed with a silent scream. The feeling of Clara’s tongue on her was indescribable, a symphony of sensation that she had never known could exist. Clara’s kisses grew more insistent, her tongue exploring Sana’s folds with a hunger that was matched only by Sana’s own. Sana’s hands found Clara’s head, her fingers tangling in the masseuse’s hair as she held on for dear life. She felt the world spinning around her, the room narrowing to nothing but the feeling of Clara’s mouth on her, the sound of their muffled moans filling her ears.

Clara’s touch grew bolder, her tongue delving deeper, swirling around Sana’s clit in a way that had her seeing stars. Sana’s hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against Clara’s face in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. She felt the orgasm building, a tightness coiling in her stomach that threatened to break free at any moment. Clara’s hands held her in place, keeping her pinned to the bed as she brought her closer and closer to the edge.

When the release finally came, it was like nothing Sana had ever experienced before. Her body shuddered, her muscles tightening around Clara’s fingers as she cried out, the sound echoing through the room. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her trembling and breathless. Clara didn’t stop, her tongue still flicking over her sensitive flesh as Sana rode out the orgasm.

As the intensity subsided, Clara kissed her way back up Sana’s body, her mouth leaving a trail of heat in its wake. She hovered above her, their eyes locking in a moment of shared passion. Sana reached up to cup Clara’s face, her thumb brushing against her cheek. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice hoarse with desire.

Clara’s smile was gentle. “It was my pleasure,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned down to kiss her again, her hand sliding around Sana’s neck to pull her closer. Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as if they were trying to devour each other. Sana’s hands slid down Clara’s back, her nails digging into the firm flesh as she pulled the other woman closer, desperate to feel every inch of her.

Clara’s legs straddled Sana’s hips, her own need evident in the way she rocked against her. Sana could feel Clara’s arousal, the dampness of her thong pressing against her stomach, and she reached up to tug at it, desperate to feel more. Clara moaned into the kiss, her hips bucking slightly at the contact. She pulled away just long enough to slip the last of her clothing off, leaving her as bare and vulnerable as Sana.

The sight of Clara’s body was a revelation, a sculpture of desire that made Sana’s own pulse race. She reached up to touch her, her hands skimming over the firm muscles of Clara’s abs, the soft swells of her hips, the plump mounds of her ass. Clara’s skin was hot to the touch, her breathing ragged.

They kissed again, Clara’s body pressing against Sana’s, the friction sending sparks through her veins. Sana’s hands slid down to Clara’s breasts, her thumbs brushing over the hardened nipples. Clara’s moan was music to her ears, a sweet symphony that urged her on. With trembling fingers, she explored Clara’s body, her touch tentative but growing bolder with every gasp she elicited.

Sana slid down the bed, her eyes never leaving Clara’s, until she found herself nestled between her legs. She took a moment to appreciate the beauty before her, the softness of Clara’s skin, the sweet scent of her arousal. Then she leaned in, her tongue tracing the inside of Clara’s thigh, tasting the faint saltiness of her skin. Clara’s thighs quivered, and she knew she had found a sensitive spot.

With a gentle smile, Sana kissed her way up Clara’s leg, her lips brushing against the soft, downy hair that led to the promised land. Clara’s breath grew heavier, her chest rising and falling with each touch. Sana felt a thrill of power, knowing she was the cause of this exquisite pleasure. She paused at Clara’s hip, her eyes meeting Clara’s, and saw the hunger reflected in them.

In an unexpected move, Clara’s hand shot out and gripped a fistful of Sana’s hair, guiding her face closer to her sex. The sudden jolt of dominance sent a shiver down Sana’s spine, and she found herself eager to submit to the other woman’s will. Clara’s grip tightened as she pushed Sana’s face into her wet folds, the softness of her skin a stark contrast to the firmness of her grip. Sana’s eyes rolled back in her head, the thrill of the moment making her heart race.

Her tongue found Clara’s clit, and she began to lick and suck with an enthusiasm that surprised even herself. Clara’s thighs tightened around her head, her body moving in time with Sana’s mouth. The sounds of their lovemaking grew louder, the room filling with the sweet music of their moans and gasps. Sana’s own desire was building, the taste of Clara driving her wild, making her want to push further, to explore every inch of her.

Clara’s moans grew more incoherent, her body writhing and arching off the bed. Sana felt the muscles in Clara’s thighs tense around her head, her hand reaching down to grip Sana’s shoulder. The power in Clara’s grasp was exhilarating, and Sana redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking and swirling with a hunger that seemed never-ending.

Suddenly, Clara’s body went rigid, and she let out a cry that seemed torn from her very soul. Sana felt the muscles in Clara’s thighs contract around her head, her hips bucking as she climaxed. Clara’s hand tightened in Sana’s hair, holding her in place as she rode the wave of pleasure. Sana lapped up the sweetness of Clara’s release, her own arousal growing with every pulse of the other woman’s body.

When Clara finally released her, she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving. Sana moved up to lie beside her, their bodies sticky with sweat and desire. Clara rolled onto her side, her hand reaching out to trace Sana’s jawline. “You’re beautiful,” she murmured, her voice still thick with passion.

Sana felt a blush rise to her cheeks at the compliment. She’d never felt this way before, this raw and exposed. But with Clara, it was as if she’d found a piece of herself she’d lost. She leaned in to kiss Clara, their tongues tangling in a dance of passion. The taste of Clara lingered on her lips, a sweet reminder of the intimate dance they’d shared.

Clara’s hand trailed down Sana’s body, her fingertips gliding over her stomach, and lower still. Sana’s breath hitched as Clara’s fingers found her clit again, gently stroking the sensitive bud. It was as if Clara had unlocked a secret part of her, a place she’d never dared to explore. The sensation was overwhelming, and Sana’s legs fell open, welcoming her touch.

Just then, the shrill ring of her phone pierced the quiet of the bedroom. Sana’s eyes snapped open, and she sat up with a jolt. Clara paused, her hand still on Sana’s body, her eyes questioning. “It’s okay,” Sana assured her, her voice still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She slid off the bed, her legs unsteady, and padded into the hallway to retrieve the device.

Her heart raced as she glanced at the screen, seeing Mohsin’s name. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “Hi, honey,” she said, her voice a tad too bright. “How’s your weekend going?”

Mohsin’s cheerful voice filled her ear. “It’s great! Adam’s loving his time with his grandparents. How about you? How was your day?”

Sana swallowed hard, the echo of Clara’s moans still ringing in her ears. “It was fine, just had a quiet day around the house,” she lied, her voice shaky with the effort to keep her secret hidden. She could hear Clara moving in the bedroom, the sound of fabric rustling as she gathered her clothes.

After a few more moments of forced small talk, she managed to end the call with a promise to call back shortly. As she hung up, she leaned against the wall, her heart hammering in her chest. The reality of what she’d done hit her like a cold shower, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of euphoria that still lingered.

Turning back to the bedroom, she found Clara dressed and packing her bag. The sight of her fully clothed brought a twinge of sadness, as if she was saying goodbye to a part of herself. “Clara,” she began, her voice barely a whisper. “Would you… stay the night?”

Clara’s eyes searched hers, and she nodded. “Of course, if that’s what you want.”

Sienna and her cheer squad had just claimed victory in round one of the national cheerleading competition in Washington, the arena buzzing with excitement as confetti showered down like a festive storm. Karen, Sienna’s teammate and friend, stood out in the crowd of celebrants. Karen, a twenty-year-old brunette, captivated the crowd with her long, wavy hair cascading down her back, framing her flushed face and attracting attention. Her hot body was pure temptation— athletic and curved in all the right places, with C-cup breasts straining against her damp cheer uniform, nipples hardening visibly from the thrill. Her pleated skirt hugged her hips, showcasing toned, sweat-glistened thighs that flexed with every movement, and her defined abs peeked out from under the crop top, glistening under the lights. Karen’s blue eyes sparkled with victory and a hint of mischief, her full lips curved in a seductive smile that made Sienna’s stomach flip. She was effortlessly sexy, her confidence radiating as she high-fived the team, her body still humming with the energy of the performance.

“We fucking crushed it, Sienna! We’ve already achieved success—we’re just beginning!” Karen exclaimed, pulling Sienna into a tight embrace. Their bodies pressed together, Karen’s warm, damp skin sliding against Sienna’s, the scent of sweat and arousal making Sienna’s head spin. “You were wonderful out there. God, I could devour you right now.” Karen’s voice was a sultry whisper, her breath hot against Sienna’s ear, stirring desires that had been building since practice.

Sienna smirked, her own brown eyes locking onto Karen’s. “You’re the one who’s making me crazy, Karen.” “I want to touch every inch of that sweaty, perfect body of yours.” The squad celebrated briefly before heading to the stadium showers, where Sienna and Karen shared a quick, stolen kiss in the steam, leaving them both aching for more.

At The Ritz, the opulent hotel with its plush suites, the team gathered for a victory hangout in the lobby. But Sienna and Karen excused themselves early, the tension between them electric. They quickly stripped naked in Sienna’s room, engaging in a frenzy of touching and moaning. “I need a bath so bad,” Karen panted, her fingers sliding into her own dripping pussy as she watched Sienna do the same. The fingering was filthier than ever—Sienna’s fingers plunged deep into her cunt, juices squirting with each thrust, while Karen rubbed her swollen clit with abandon. “Finger that tight hole harder, Sienna— make it sloppy and wet for me,” Karen groaned, her voice thick with lust.

But the heat was too much; they couldn’t hold back. As they fingered themselves, Karen reached for her phone. “Fuck it, let’s make this day even hotter. I’m calling Chloe—she’s always down for fun.” Chloe, Sienna’s best friend on the cheer team, was a fiery ginger with short, vibrant red hair and striking green eyes that lit up with mischief. At twenty, Chloe’s lean, athletic build was a sight—perky B-cup breasts, a flat stomach, and long legs that ended in a shaved pussy already glistening with excitement Chloe, being Sienna’s closest confidante, was adept at manipulating her, which added to the excitement of the invitation.

Chloe answered on the first ring, her voice eager. “Hey, Sienna, Karen— what’s the plan? Are you two leaving the party already??”

Karen put her on speaker, her fingers still working her pussy as she spoke. “Chloe, get your ass over here. We’re in Sienna’s room at The Ritz, naked and fingering ourselves senseless. We want you for a threesome— right now. Think you can handle it?”

Sienna chimed in, her breath hitching from her own self-pleasure. “Come on, bestie— you know we’ve talked about this. Your ginger ass better hurry; we’re dripping and ready to make this filthy.” Chloe laughed, her green eyes practically visible through the phone in Sienna’s mind. “Hell yes, I’m coming. Be there in five— save some for me.”

When Chloe arrived, she stripped instantly, her red hair falling in messy waves as she revealed her toned body. “You two look like pure sin,” Chloe purred, joining them on the bed. The threesome exploded into action—Sienna pulled Chloe into a deep kiss, their tongues tangling as Karen’s hands roamed Chloe’s curves, pinching her nipples and sliding fingers between her legs.

The sex was hot, filthy, and endless, filling the room with obscene sounds and scents. Karen started by fingering Chloe’s pussy roughly, three fingers stretching her open. “Take it, Chloe—feel how deep I’m going into your tight cunt,” Karen demanded, her other hand rubbing Sienna’s clit as Sienna kissed and licked Chloe’s neck. Chloe moaned loudly, “Oh God, yes—finger me harder, Karen. Sienna, as my best friend, you know exactly how I like it— suck my tits while she fucks me.” Sienna obliged, her mouth latching onto Chloe’s nipple, biting and sucking as Karen’s fingers pumped faster, juices dripping everywhere.

They shifted into a chain of ecstasy—Chloe fingered Karen’s soaked cunt while Karen returned the favour to Sienna. “Your pussy’s so wet, Karen—I’m going to make you squirt all over this bed,” Chloe taunted, her fingers curling inside Karen’s tight hole. Karen bucked her hips, her own fingers slamming into Sienna. “Fuck, yes— pound me, Chloe. Sienna, grind on my face— let me taste that sweet cunt, bestie.” Sienna straddled Karen’s mouth, riding her tongue as Karen licked and sucked with greedy fervour; the familiarity of their friendship made the act even more intense.

The filth escalated— they scissored in a tangle, pussies grinding together in a slick mess, clits rubbing raw. “Rub your cunts on mine, both of you— make me cum so hard,” Karen cried, her body sandwiched between Sienna and Chloe. Hands slapped asses, fingers probed deeper, and tongues explored every inch, the sex dragging on for what felt like hours. “You’re such dirty sluts, all of us— licking and fingering like whores,” Sienna groaned, her fingers slipping into Chloe’s ass while Karen licked Sienna’s juices clean. Chloe, as Sienna’s best friend, added a layer of playful taunting: “You’ve always wanted this, Sienna— my fingers in your pussy while Karen watches us.”

They moved to the hotel room shower, the hot water turning their play even steamier. Under the spray, Karen bent Chloe over, fingering her pussy and ass simultaneously. “Take it deep, Chloe— feel me in both holes, you ginger vixen,” Karen commanded, water cascading over them. Sienna joined in, kissing Chloe deeply as she rubbed her clit, their friendship making the moment electric.

“Oh fuck, that’s it—don’t stop,” Chloe screamed, her body shaking as she squirted. The shower echoed with their cries, the trio fucking relentlessly— tongues on clits, fingers in holes, bodies slippery and insatiable.

Finally, exhausted and spent, they stumbled back to the bed, collapsing in a heap of sweaty, cum-soaked limbs. “That was insane,” Karen whispered, pulling the other two close as they panted, the room a wreck of passion.

The next day, Sienna returned home and spotted the new neighbour—Riley, a gorgeous 25-year-old yoga instructor with raven hair, piercing blue eyes, and a body made for sin: toned legs, D-cup breasts, and an ass that hugged her yoga pants perfectly.

Who is she? We will find out.