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“You’re in me,” I managed. It was nearly nonsensical, but it was the only way I could think to convey the significance of what we were sharing; it was incredible.
Luke leaned forward, filling me deeper, and then kissed me. As we kissed, he slowly slid further and further into me- I could feel every inch fill me until he was inside me completely. He paused there for a moment, then pulled out nearly all away. The next thrust was just a little bit faster.
“You feel so good. So good.”
“So do you,” Luke replied.
I beamed up at him. I knew what he was doing to me, and it felt amazing. But that was the first inkling that I had that he was getting as much pleasure from me as I was from him.
Another thrust. Harder. My tits shook slightly. Another one. Faster. My body offered no resistance, and he was soon fucking me in long, hard strokes. He was like an animal; I was his helpless mate, who could only allow him to do what he wanted with me. As far away as I felt, I had no desire to stop him anyway. He wrapped his hands around my neck and pushed slightly- not enough to choke me, but enough to restrict my air flow.
“Wha-” For a moment, I was frightened, but then I understood. The pain, the pleasure, the slight lack of oxygen- it all combined into something new and nearly overwhelming. It’s what finally got me over the edge.
My orgasm was as sudden as it was overpowering. It started with a single spark deep in my pussy, which exploded all over my body. I moaned and pushed against his body, wanting to have every bit of his perfect cock inside me as I came. The world disappeared completely, and I lost all sense of everything that wasn’t Luke. I couldn’t remember why I had come to Luke’s home, but I could certainly remember why I was there now.
“I’m...” I tried to speak. “It’s...” once again, I couldn’t.
“Me, too,” Luke replied. And then he moaned. And then he came, deep inside my pussy. The sensation of his cock swelling and releasing inside me, which I could feel with nearly superhuman acuity, was what brought me to that new level.
The world went dim then, and only my body was left. I was somewhere beyond happy, and somewhere far outside anything I had ever known before. I let the darkness envelope me. Whatever happened next, I knew that I’d still be safer than I’d ever been in my life.
...
I didn’t remember crawling into bed next to Luke. I didn’t remember falling asleep. I didn’t remember anything after that moment. When my eyelids fluttered open and I saw the soft, golden sunlight filtering in through the window, I knew that everything I had felt had been real.
Luke snored softly next to me. He was on his stomach, and his arm was draped over my bare breasts. I was nearly overwhelmed with happiness. He had been my first, and it was more than I had dreamed. There were still traces of fog at the edge of my brain, but at the same time I had never seen life so clearly. I felt like I had been born again. Like I was a brand new creature. Luke hadn’t brought me to that state- he had helped me find it for myself.
My phone chirped. I yawned and glanced at the screen. It was another email from George.
$35k, it read. What’s he after? FINAL OFFER.
I deleted the message and added his address to my block list. There’s nothing that I would ever make me hurt the man that had brought me so much pleasure. Perhaps, when he woke up, I’d tell him everything. I was, after all, his. There wouldn’t be any secrets.
I put my phone aside and turned to face Luke. I scooted my body closer to him, doing my best to melt into him. I draped my arm over his body and buried my face in his neck. I was happy there, and I knew I had finally found where I belonged.
The Dominate Lady & The Naïve Maid
Forbidden Lesbian Seduction
By Virginia Vice
The day the Lady of Cottonhall summoned me into her chambers, I had been stealing apples. My heart beat tremulously in my chest, and my voice was a whisper lost in the evening breeze when I answered “dinner for mi lady”, to her query of who was there.
“Enter,” she said, with the most laid back of voices that yet had a bite to it in a way that was solely hers.
My fingers squeezed so hard at the platter in my hands that my knuckles turned white—knuckles which were yet throbbing from my knock on the black hardwood door. I pushed the door open and entered.
There was a lump in my throat that I did not dare swallow, and my neck was as stiff as a stick in my bid to ensure that I didn’t look towards mi lady, in the hopes that she would forget why she had sent for me, which I was still dreadfully sure had to do with my little foray at apple picking that evening. I went straight towards the dresser, one leaden foot after the other, and placed the tray on it.
“Bring it over here,” she said, causing my heart to take rude stops and then jump right into a frantic trot like a panicked horse.
I picked the tray up and turned with it towards mi lady’s bedpost which was near as high as the stone ceilings and covered with a veil so white and silky soft like that which hid the very face of God. I had never been in her bedchambers before, but I had heard stories. Matter of fact, I had not seen her since the day the black carriage brought my sister and I into her service, so many moons ago—the same day I saw the apple trees for the first time. Fiona, my sister, had been rejected, while I had been accepted with a stern warning to stay away from the apples, which I was certain mi lady had caught me staring at. Good Lord, how I cried as the carriage bore Fiona away. I was so sure that I would die under the dreadful watch of such a lady, but all such worries quickly disappeared from mind when Agathe took me into the kitchen and gave me some milk.
Agathe was the cook, and together with her husband, Francois, the butler, ran the workings of the house. I had never seen mi lady since that day—and I remember now that it had been four moons since—but I had heard things let slip from the lips of the other servant girls and sometimes even Agathe and Francois themselves. The very one which troubled me in that very moment, was the knowledge that mi lady was in consort with the devil, and stole the souls of little girls. That, in addition to the fact, which was common knowledge, that she had killed all three of her former husbands. They said that the only reason her current husband yet lived was because he was a clergyman—a Reverend—and God had seen fit to take him far away from her on important missions. Yet, what was even more confounding was how beautiful she looked that day when I saw her, because I knew that witches were supposed to be old and ugly, with skin hard like leather, exactly like the wing of bats which I had heard they lay within the dead of night when the rest of the world slept. Her beauty was even now coming back to me, as it sat right there, suffused into her voice when she said—
“Don’t keep me waiting.”
I hurried up to her bed, and stood confused for a moment as to where to lay the tray, when she drew open the veil. Her skin was the color of milk, and glowed in the faint traces of moonlight which filtered in through her window, which had been thrown wide open, and through the supple folds of the veil. In that split moment in which I looked away, I caught a glance of her wicked eyes in the way they fixed themselves on me—those whirlpools of gleaming blackness in which I could stare so deeply and lose myself.
