Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... was too late as Charlotte crawled on top of her, towering over her.

"Y- yes...I h- held it..."

"Does that mean my pretty girl is still pent up? Does she need to be...touched?"

Hayley nodded with clear desperation. The shame and hesitation she typically felt when asking to be touched were being drowned beneath a thick, syrupy sea of arousal. Of need.

"Why don't you ask politely."

"P- please...touch me...I...I need it..."

Charlotte grinned in satisfaction, laying herself on Hayley and enveloping her with a long overdue kiss.

***

Exactly 53 minutes later, Hayley was laying on Charlotte's bed, spent and satisfied, while the architect of her release showered in the bathroom. Charlotte had prepared this time, laying two, much larger towels down, clearly expecting Hayley to make another mess. Part of Hayley was ashamed at the thought, but Charlotte reminded her at every opportunity that "it was fucking hot," alleviating Hayley's embarrassment.

"Breaking Bad?" Charlotte asked as she walked from the bathroom to her dresser with nothing but a towel wrapped around her waist and her head.

"You know I'm already invested in the show, Charlotte. You don't need to condition me by playing it after every one of my orgasms."

"Oh, don't worry," Charlotte said sweetly as she searched for a pair of pajamas, "when I condition you, and I do meanwhen, it will be with much darker intentions."

"Oh yeah?" Hayley challenged, sliding off the bed and slinking towards ...

... Charlotte. "And what would those be?"

"Hmm, I think I'd like to turn you into my personal servant." Charlotte tapped her chin, pretending to think. "You know, let you cum only after you vacuum the house or wash my dishes."

"Nice try. You'd never let another human being clean your house."

"Aw, man. You got me." Charlotte admitted, feigning defeat. She turned from her dresser, surprised to see Hayley right behind her. Her face was pouty and her eyes pleading, like a child about to ask her mother for money. She slid her hands slowly over Charlotte's bare waist.

"I'm sure you could find...other...uses for me."

Charlotte's surprise morphed quickly into excitement. Hayley's inexperience and insecurity left her passive and timid in most sexual environments - and some romantic ones, too - almost always requiring Charlotte's expertly relentless teasing to emerge from within the safety of her shell. But on rare occasions that were slowly becoming more frequent, Hayley became the one doing the teasing.

Charlotte loved it. She saw it as verifiable proof that her efforts were working. Hayley was finally learning to love herself. No...she was finally being corrupted. No...

What were Charlotte's motivations again? She shook the question from her mind, it didn't matter right now.

The teasing also reminded Charlotte, more than anything else, how clever and perceptive andruthlessly intelligent Hayley really was, capable of analyzing Charlotte's thoughts and desires and ...