Homeomorphism - Step 01 - Sex Stories

Homeomorphism - Step 01

... She was praised, sought out, adored,loved. Hayley was loved. Wholly, and unconditionally, by so many people. By the very people she hurt and looked down upon. By everyone.

Why wasn't Charlotte loved, too?

I love you, Charlotte.

A single tear rolled down Charlotte's cheek and hit the notebook paper with a soft tap. She stared at the final step of her plan through blurry vision. The words seemed foreign to her now.

"step 8: hayley ruins her own life"

Quivering, Charlotte grabbed the page and tore it from her notebook, exposing the page beneath. It was the first entry in her journal, the one she had written the night she and Hayley met up for the first time. Looking at it now, Charlotte could sense the dissonance in her words as she fought to reconcile the Hayley she had known up until that night and the Hayley she met under the willow trees.

Scribbled out, Charlotte could see that she had written "she was scared."

Cautiously, she flipped through the notebook, reliving the late nights they spent together talking, the moment Hayley had confessed to her, their first night together...

...the first time they had sex.

Charlotte stared at the images she had glued to the notebook paper. Images that Hayley knew nothing about. Images that captured Hayley's first time in exquisite detail, as her fear melted into pleasure, pleasure into longing, longing into wanton desperation, and desperation into vacant, brainless rapture.

Please make me hold ...

... it.

Please let me cum.

I need to cum.

Charlotte's insides tightened and her breath quickened. She could see Hayley's soft brown eyes so vividly in her memory, wide and pleading, desperate for the orgasm she had come to expect. Come to crave.

There was an unmistakable look of shock - maybe even horror - in her eyes as Charlotte verbally abused her, but there was something else too, Charlotte could see it now. A longing. A need.

A need to be hurt.

I love you.

A need to be abused.

I love you.

Delicately, Charlotte set the piece of paper, clenched so tightly in her grasp, back down on the notebook, smoothing out its crumpled form. Reading the words now, Charlotte felt herself getting excited, but it felt entirely distinct from the excitement she felt on the night she had written them.

It was an excitement driven by a different need.

Charlotte was reminded of the confusion she felt after granting Hayley her second orgasm. The conflicting thoughts she fought so desperately to reconcile. Sitting in the silent darkness of her living room, Charlotte could feel those thoughts suddenly falling into place. The dots connecting. She felt a clarity, like that which she felt while entangled with Hayley's sweaty, trembling body. Like that she felt while ripping the pleasure from Hayley's soul.

Charlotte finally knew what she wanted. And she knew how to get it.

Her eyes lingered on "step 1: addict hayley to orgasms"

Tell me what you want Hayley.

I...I want to ...