The afternoon had bathed my apartment in a soft, muted light, the sun’s rays filtering through thin curtains to dance across the old parquet floor. I sat on the couch, legs crossed in tight jeans. Across from me, Laura glowed with grace. Blonde and slender, her figure—sculpted by swimming and running—showed subtly beneath a light blouse. And those blue eyes. Those deep hypnotic blue eyes that drew me in and held me captive.
"I'm delighted that you took advantage of your visit to Paris to offer to meet me in the flesh, Laura," I said to her with a smile, "I just have a very quick call from the office in thirty minutes that I couldn’t reschedule, unfortunately, but otherwise, I cleared my afternoon just for you," I added.
"That’s very sweet of you," Laura replied with a mischievous air.
"So, how is it going with Francis?" I asked with a playful smirk, my green eyes glinting with curiosity.
Laura mirrored my smile, her golden strands catching the light. "It is fine with Francis. Just fun, an escape, you know." Her soft laugh floated through the air. "He has been on holiday. Didn’t you know? And when he gets back, he will demand all my attention, I am sure. Men…!"
I tilted my head, twirling a strand of red hair. "I hope I'll be able to join you…" My voice softened, almost tentative, before I added, "If you have me, of course."
Laura shifted closer, "Absolutely, my lovely. Francis won’t need any convincing, trust me. He is quite a fan of you… and your writing." She winked. "So am I, by the way."
I laughed, and I met her gaze. "You talk about me, then?"
"Oh yes," she replied, her voice warming. "Every time you write a story, Francis asks what I think. And if it is about oral sex… let’s just say he expects me to act on it." Her bright laughter filled the room.
I raised an eyebrow, "Do that mean you role-play my stories with Francis?"
Laura shook her head, "We don’t exactly role-play them, but your words definitely get him in the mood."
I leaned back against the couch, letting my thoughts drift. "You know, several times, when I write a scene between two women, it is you and me I picture. It fuels my imagination…" My voice dropped, and I felt my cheeks flush under her stare.
"I am flattered you think of me," she murmured, her tone smooth and inviting. "A steamy shower scene with you… that would be perfect."
I smiled, shaking my head. "Not in the next story, sorry. I am saving that idea for a moment just between you and me."
Before she could reply, her phone buzzed. She excused herself and stepped into the next room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. When she returned, she sighed, "Sorry, a call about my son’s dentist appointment."
"Dentists are such a mood-killer," she said, laughing, "Though… mine isn’t bad-looking."
"And then, he gets the privilege of going inside your mouth," I teased Laura with a playful tone.
Laura burst into laughter, "My husband always makes a dirty comment when I get back from there. He says my mouth is ‘clean’ and that he should kiss it… before putting it to other uses."
"What a charming way to brighten a dentist visit," I said, amused. "I hate going there, so I might suggest that to Nathan."
"He will see dentists in a whole new light," Laura replied with a sly grin. Then, lowering her voice, she added, "Next time I'll go, I will think about pressing my freshly cleaned mouth to your breasts. Making them tingle with a hint of mouthwash…"
I caught my breath, a shiver running through me. "OK, you got me there."
There was a short silence.
"That isn’t very nice, what you are doing there," I said, my timid voice quivering slightly, my throat dry as if the words struggled to break free. I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. "Because you must know…" I continued.
Laura shifted closer on the couch, her movements sensual, almost predatory, her blonde strands swaying as she tilted her head. "Know what?" she teased, a sly smile on her lips. Her blue eyes locked onto mine, quickening my breath.
I looked away, then back up shyly. "That I have a huge crush on you," I whispered, my face burning. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with electric tension, and I felt her fresh scent brush against me, making the moment even more intoxicating.
A charged silence fell between us.
"And then?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "What would you do to me? Or ask me to do?"
Laura leaned closer, her knee brushing mine, her gaze locked on mine. "I would keep kissing you," she murmured, her words slow and mesmerizing. "On your mouth first… then your breasts." A wave of heat flooded me as I pictured her warm lips tracing my skin.
I let her take over, surrendered to her, still, my breath quickening under the thrill of excitement. Laura drew closer. Her fingers, from one hand, ran through my red hair, teasing its softness just below my shoulders. With the other, she slid down my back, her light, confident touch sending shivers across my skin. "Shall I stop, Emma?" she sighed gently, her deep blue eyes still locked on mine, probably hoping I would not shake my head. Goosebumps rippled through me, electrifying every fiber of my being.
"I’m yours if you want me," I said, my voice trembling, cheeks still flushed from my confession.
"Oh yes, I want you, you beautiful girl," Laura replied with her warm voice "But let’s go somewhere more comfortable," she said as she stood. She extended her hand to me. I took her hand, her warmth mingling with mine, and rose as well, my heart pounding fiercely. My legs quivered, threatening to give way beneath the surge of excitement coursing through me.
With tender firmness, she pushed me onto the nearest bed, the mattress sinking beneath me. My hair fanned out around me, and I felt my heart pound harder.
"I’ve fantasized about tasting every inch of you for quite some time," Laura murmured. She leaned closer, her breath grazing my skin. "I’ve also fantasized about you tasting me. Just like this," she continued, a sensual smile curving her lips.
"Please, let me taste you, Laura," I pleaded as my body hummed with anticipation.
"Soon, my lovely. But first, you," she said, her voice low and mesmerizing, as she drew nearer still.
Laura pressed her lips to my tummy, while her skilled fingers gently rolled my nipples between her thumb and forefinger. A wave of warmth surged through me, and I murmured, my voice trembling, "God, you’re so soft… I’ve never been with another woman before." The words slipped out in a breath, my cheeks flushing again under the intensity of the moment. "Please don’t stop, I’ll do whatever you please," I continued, surrendering to her.
Laura moved up my body again, her lips tracing a path across my chest, grazing my nipples, then my shoulders. She relished every inch of what she called my "gorgeous body," her words whispered like a caress against my skin. A low moan escaped my throat as she reached my nipples, a shiver rippling through me each time her experienced lips brushed my sensitive flesh.
Our lips met again, and the sweetness laced with passion in her kiss sent me into a rare, intoxicating state of excitement. I craved it, and my tongue soon joined, seeking hers in a desperate surge. "Let me taste you, please use my mouth to please yourself," I nearly begged.
Laura sensed my growing excitement and lifted my arms above my head with a gentle yet firm assurance. "Stay still, Emma. You must be quieter with the moaning. Imagine your neighbors hearing you," she said, laughing softly. Her fingers brushed my skin, and I shivered under her light control.
"Then you’ll just have to find a way to occupy my mouth," I replied, laughing too, trying to regain my composure despite the fire igniting within me.
"What would Nathan think if he could see you now?" she murmured, her lips grazing my ear. "His lovely princess girlfriend being pleasured by another woman… Do you think he’d enjoy it? Or be too shocked?" she continued, a teasing smile curling her lips.
"I hope he’d be excited, because I don’t see anything that’d make me want to stop what I’m doing," I laughed again, my breath uneven. "Or maybe he’d be angry. I’d try to apologize without really stopping you, and since my apologies would probably be unbearable to him, he’d find a way to silence me. The best way there is," I added, my eyes gleaming with excitement at the thought.
"On reflection, I really hope he’ll be angry," I said with an impish grin.
Laura watched me ramble on alone, a tender smile lighting up her face. She realized I was talking so much to hide my unease, intimidated by a woman like her, so confident and magnetic.
"So? What are you going to do to me now, Laura?" I asked softly, my voice steadier, but my body ready to yield to her desires.
"You’d like that? I think it would work. His cock in your mouth to stop you moaning while my mouth tasted your wet sex," she finally said as she began to undo slowly the buttons of my jeans with an expert hand.
"God…" was all I managed to say, a hoarse breath escaping me as a flood of warmth soaked my sex.
"You’d probably be thinking of your boss as you sucked him, you naughty, greedy girl," she continued, a smirk playing on her lips. She knew precisely what steamy images she was planting in my mind, and I felt my body respond, my breath growing shorter.
"Perhaps I should text them both and see who gets here first?" Laura teased.
"And what? You’d offer me to the first one here?" I laughed, half hoping she was joking, half wishing she meant it, my heart pounding fast.
"Yes, and the other one would be left at the door," she replied, laughing.
I bit my lip, desire and mischief dancing in my green eyes. "Text my boss first," I said, my voice trembling with a boldness I didn’t know I had, as a delicious shiver ran across my skin.
Laura leaned over me again, a smile on her face, and brought her beautiful lips close to my ear. "But I think I want you all to myself," she whispered. Then I felt my jeans slide little by little along my skin, the rough fabric grazing my legs with an almost unbearable slowness.
"You can just imagine your men, both of them, while I lick you," she continued. She planted soft kisses on my tummy, her head gradually moving toward the burning center of my desire. Each brush of her lips sent a wave of heat surging through me.
"You kill me with desire…" I managed to murmur, my voice trembling, nearly choked by the intensity of what I felt.
Laura’s lips grazed the edge of my panties then. She slid them down my legs with deliberate slowness, then moved back up, kissing my thighs, circling the area I so desperately wanted her to explore. One of my hands instinctively rose, brushing a tense breast in passing, then brought two fingers to my mouth. I shoved them in with longing, sucking them eagerly.
"Emma, what did I say about those hands?" she said in a mockingly stern tone, a playful smile in her voice.
At her remark, I pulled them out hastily. "Sorry, can I use them to imagine my boss in my mouth? Please…" I pleaded, my voice thick with desperate excitement.
"Absolutely not," she replied firmly, her blue eyes glinting with a spark of defiance.
She lifted my hands to the top of the bed. "Stay still," she ordered as she climbed off the bed for a moment. She soon returned with a cord and a sleep mask from my dressing gown.
"Yes, Laura," I said, placing my arms above my head again, submissive under her gaze.
She tied my wrists to the headboard with the cord, the slight pain drawing a moan as she immobilized me. "That should keep you still," she said with a satisfied smile, before slipping the sleep mask over my eyes, plunging me into total darkness.
She kissed my lips again, her mouth warm and possessive against mine. I kissed her back, staying still this time, my body thrumming under her control.
Then she kissed my neck, my shoulders, and my restrained arms. "Your skin tastes divine, Emma," she whispered. Another shiver ran through me, and I felt my breasts harden under the spell of her words and breath.
"It’s your lips that are," I whispered back. She took my nipples between her teeth, grazing them lightly without biting, teasing each one in turn. "Goooood…" I sighed, my body arching slightly, lost in the dark.
"Your boss would be rougher with these lovely breasts, wouldn’t he?" Laura asked, a smile evident in her voice. For a brief moment, a vivid image flooded my mind: my boss gripping my breasts with a manly hold, fucking me hard and deep against a wall, me bent over, hands pressed against the cold surface.
"Yes, he would…" I replied, a fire seeming to blaze through my entire body.
"Digging his nails into the flesh of your breasts? Biting your sensitive nipples?" she continued.
"I don’t know, we never got the chance to go any further, but I hope it would be rougher. I know it would be," I admitted, my breath short.
"Maybe that will be another time for you, Emma," Laura replied in a tone that suggested she genuinely hoped I’d experience it. Then her mouth moved lower again, kissing my tummy and hips. Her fingers gently stroked my inner thighs, and my sex moistened and tightened.
"Yeeees…" I sighed, my body trembling faintly.
She sensed my anticipation. My trembling grew as her fingers circled my sex, not touching yet, just brushing around my navel and thighs. "What will it be, darling Emma? My mouth or my fingers? Which would you choose?" Laura asked with her playful voice.
My breath quickened, my lips parted in a gasp, "You’re killing me…" I whispered again. "Both…"
She laughed softly. "I don’t think you can wait much longer, can you?" she said playfully.
"No, please, relieve me. I’ll do what you want, I’ll be your slave, I’ll fuck anyone you want, but please continue!" I nearly shouted, my voice rising in a desperate plea.
Her hands and the warmth of her body suddenly pulled away from mine, drawing a groan of frustration from me. A silence settled for a few moments, heavy and unbearable.
"Laura, I beg you," I added in a whisper, lowering my voice, my heart pounding wildly.
The silence fell again, and my mind raced, wondering if she hadn’t simply abandoned me there, tied up and blind, at the mercy of the first person who might enter the room. "Please, you can ask me anything, but don’t leave me like this… please, Laura," I shouted.
"You’re getting loud again, Emma," she replied simply, and from the tone of her voice, the situation seemed to amuse her.
"I don’t care, I just need you!" I nearly shouted again. "I’ll do anything you want… please…" I added, a stifled sob breaking through my throat. Then her tongue licked my thigh, slowly, deliberately. My breath blocked a short moment before a long moan spilled from my lips, echoing through my apartment. "Again, please," I murmured as I caught my breath, my body still humming from her touch. Silence fell again, and her warmth drifted away from me once more, leaving me hanging. "Laura, you’re killing me again… please," I sighed, my voice cracking with desire.
"I’m sorry, Emma," she answered as her mouth moved back higher up my body.
"Nooooo!" I nearly cried. "What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything, but pleeeeease continue," I continued, feeling tears of frustration well up beneath the mask, ready to spill over. "Is it about Francis? As your dom, did he ask you to do this to me?" I pressed on, desperate. "He can do whatever he wants with me, fuck every one of my holes, fill each of them with his cum, in any position and place he chooses, but I beg you, don’t stop."
The silence lingered, but her fingers brushed between my legs, grazing my sensitive skin. "Goooood… Why don’t you answer me…" I managed to say, my voice choppy with emotion.
"No, my lovely, this is not about Francis," she said simply, her calm voice cutting through the storm raging within me.
"So… why?" I sobbed again, my trembling voice breaking in the silence that followed. "Please make me come, Laura," I begged again in a whisper, tears of frustration rolling beneath the mask. "I don’t understand why you’re doing this to me…" I sobbed, caught between desire and despair.
"I just want to enjoy you slowly, Emma," Laura replied calmly, her soft voice contrasting with the urgency consuming me.
"It’s too slow, Laura, I need more, the wait is killing me," I pleaded, my body straining against the restraints. All of a sudden, my mind reminded me of the scheduled office call, and my heart began to beat faster. "Please continue… I have my call from the office soon," I continued, my plea tinged with panic.
Her mouth moved back down slowly then, and she took a long, slow lick up and down my labia. A fresh, intense moan spilled from my lips as her tongue began to explore me, soft and precise. "That’s it… continue…" I moaned, my body yielding to her.
"Are you used to rougher, stubbled faces licking you here, Emma?" she murmured softly. "How are my lips for you?"
"It’s so soft… it’s a different kind of warm," I sighed, intoxicated by the feel of her mouth against me.
She kissed my wet sex slowly and gently, her tongue starting to probe inside me. "Yeeeees…" burst from my mouth almost involuntarily, a raw cry of pleasure.
"God, you taste fantastic. Divine," Laura said, her excitement seeping into her voice, unable to hide it.
"You can taste me as much as you want, I’m totally yours, Laura," I sighed.
"Your meeting is in five minutes. We can’t let them see you like this! Is it a camera-on or off call?" Laura asked, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
"Camera on, they always ask for…" I began, but my words broke into a moan as Laura slid two fingers inside me while her tongue found my clit. "Fuuuuuuuck!!! I can be five minutes late, don’t stop," I begged, my body arching under her touch.
Her tongue danced lightly over my clit, before her lips kissed it, repeatedly, gradually increasing the pressure. I let out steady moans, my hips swaying desperately to meet her soft warm lips.
"Come for me, Emma. Imagine telling Nathan about this when he comes in… or explaining to your boss why you’re late," she murmured, her husky voice fueling my fantasies. Her tongue flicked over my clit once more.
"Goooood! You’re so good at this… I should have tried this with a woman sooner," I shouted, swept away by the surge of sensations.
"Imagine him bending you over and fucking you hard and angrily," Laura said, planting images she knew would take root in my lustful mind. Her fingers gripped my nipples as her tongue worked over and into my soaking sex.
I was no longer moaning; I was screaming my ecstasy now, utterly uncaring if the world heard my wild, uninhibited release. "I’m so close," I yelled.
"I’m thinking about how I’ll make you lick me clean next time. Getting so turned on makes me dive into your sex even harder," she said, her voice thrumming with raw desire.
"Gripping your nipples harder as you come. Picturing you bent over your boss’s desk," she continued, her words sinking into my mind like embers.
"Spanking your gorgeous bum before he pushes deep into you," she went on, her husky voice fueling my fantasies. Her teeth grazed my labia, and her fingers dropped down to rub my clit with devilish precision.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" I screamed as an orgasm erupted through my body, shaking me to my core like never before. Her tongue, relentless in its wicked dance, coaxed smaller, delicious aftershocks atop the tidal wave that overwhelmed me.
I wrapped my legs softly around her head now, craving that tender caress just a little longer, as a fresh orgasm surged through my body, leaving me breathless.
Laura gently disentangled herself from my legs, which, in any case, lacked the strength to hold her, my muscles still quivering with exhaustion and pleasure. "I guess you have to go to your meeting now," she teased.
We both burst into laughter, swept away by the euphoria of endorphins coursing through our bodies, a wave of lightness and warmth following the intensity of my orgasm.
