Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... up. When weakness had come knocking at her door, offering the easy way out. Hayley had overcome her body then - she had gone to the gym, she had stuck to her diet, she had studied and worked hard - she could overcome it now.

What was the point of all her efforts if she couldn't say no, just once.

"I want-"

Charlotte's fingernails slipped under the tight, constricting fabric of Hayley's shorts, sending a shiver up her entire body that shook her thoughts loose, scattering them all over the floor. Hayley imagined how it would feel if the fingers didn't stop. If they slid further up her leg. If they slid under her panties. If they slid inside her body.

Hayley's pussy twitched, aching for something, anything, to satiate the desperate hunger that throbbed, like a heartbeat, from the deepest part of her body.

Her eyes drifted closed as the memory of all her orgasms flooded - drowned - her thoughts simultaneously.

Hayley remembered how it felt to touch herself for the first time, squirming on the bathroom floor as raw pleasure coursed through her body for the first time in her life, overwhelming her awareness with radiant sunlight and unfathomable happiness.

She remembered how it felt to first be touched by Charlotte, her cold, masterful fingers touching Hayley in places she didn't know existed, in ways she didn't know possible, withdrawing sensations she could only dream of.

She remembered how it felt to cum after being forced to hold it, the pleasure ...

... building on itself - growing louder and louder and louder - until, with Charlotte's permission, it shattered the dam of Hayley's resistance, the resulting flood sweeping away her consciousness in its entirety. The world disappeared around her, replaced by beautiful, twinkling stars as Hayley was reduced to no more than a vessel, floating through the empty void of space, capable of nothing but experiencing gooey, corrosive pleasure.

She remembered how it felt when she finally woke up. It was like she had returned to her childhood home, cozied up beside the fireplace, the crackling and popping of the logs lulling her back to sleep, the warmth of the flames wrapping itself around her like a hug. In those moments, Hayley existed in a world devoid of pain. Devoid of responsibility and fear and anger and hatred. It was a world comprised of nothing but those small, forgotten moments of peace. Everything felt safe, there.

She wanted to return to that place forever.

Hayley then remembered how it felt to be teased. How it felt to be brought so close to that place, to see it in the distance, only to have it ripped from her grasp. In that moment, Hayley would give up anything to get it back. To feel the liquid warmth of an orgasm trickle down her spine and make her melt. To cum.

Hayley's voice was shaky and hesitant, but Charlotte could hear the truth in her whispered words. "I want to cum."

"Good fucking girl," Charlotte growled, pushing Hayley down to the bed and mounting her ...