Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... compression shorts.

What the fuck.

She had masturbated. She had dispelled the arousal. Why was it coming back?

It took her nearly an hour to fall asleep, the soothing sound of Charlotte's voice teasing her back awake every time she was close, until her body's exhaustion finally, thankfully, overcame her.

***

Hayley was lying in a small, gated backyard. It was surrounded by a viny, red brick wall on three sides, the enclosure completed by the side of the house to which it was attached. Opposite the house was a small, elevated flower bed, in which grew a small number of strikingly beautiful flowers. Besides a small patio and a path of several large stones that led to the gate, the rest of the yard was a full, verdant lawn of ankle high grass. It was soft, tickling the bare skin of Hayley's legs and neck. Her arm was laid across her forehead, shielding her eyes from the bright sun which basked her in a perfect, comforting warmth. The faint sound of laughter and rapturous conversation was carried along the gentle breeze.

"Hayley, dear, come inside." The shrill voice of Hayley's mother cut through the soft air, starling her. Sluggishly, she stood up, strolling barefooted towards the house. It was an imposing, gothic structure, marked by black wood paneling, tall windows, sharp eaves, and a pointed roof.

The warmth of summer disappeared entirely as Hayley stepped inside, replaced by a frigid, dry air. The room she stood in was black on every side, and ...

... entirely empty. It seemed to stretch on endlessly in every direction, disappearing into thick, inky darkness wherever Hayley looked. She turned around, wanting to return to the familiar embrace of the grass outside, only to find the door through which she entered gone, replaced by the endless, empty, black room.

Frightened, she spun back around, searching for her mother, or anything else to guide her.

There was a small, waist high table in the center of the room now, on which sat a cake. Curious, Hayley approached it. It appeared to be a wedding cake, three tiered, spotless and white, decorated with baby blue frosting. Atop it was two small figurines, staring at her.

"Happy birthday," Hayley's mother said, her voice seeming to creep through the ceiling and echo throughout the room. Cautiously, Hayley scooped a fingerful of blue frosting from the cake and licked it off her finger, the sweetness seeming to melt into her tongue and trickle down her throat.

Hayley smiled.

"Do you like it?" the voice asked. It was no longer her mother's. It was gentle now, dripping with sweet, tender care, oozing into Hayley's brain and cradling her.

Hayley's answer came in the form of an excited nod and a second fingerful of frosting, much larger this time, almost falling off. She had to open her mouth as wide as it would go to fit it inside, closing her lips around the base of her finger with a soft moan as she tasted sugary bliss once again. It spread even farther this time, filling ...