# Gentle Touch of the Heart
## Prologue
Every night, I’d look up at the night sky, hoping for the impossible and wishing for the unattainable. Every night, I’d look up at those twinkling stars. Each one burning a different color of perfection. Each star glistening and pulsing, sending photons thousands of light-years into my pupil, while I have no idea the size or distance of that star. None of the stars have a conscious, or even any perception of thought or sign of a soul, but I look upon them for advice, cause every night I dream of you. An idea at first, a flutter of a thought and on I went with my day. But as my eyes conversed with those stars, and the silent embrace they gave me as answers, I yearned. I needed that idea to be more than just a pulse of neurons every time I smelled a certain scent. I dreamed and dreamed and dreamed. I got lost in that idea so much that I started to see you everywhere. Just hints of your dress as you walked around a corner or a strand of hair on a crowded sidewalk. Hints of perfection manifested in my average, everyday life. But those little twines of glistening heaven grew larger, more bold. Your face haunted my dreams. The pictures on my walls. Your voice a eerie siren call to an abyss I could not enter. I wish you were real, I need you to be real. So, if you will not come to me, I decided to pack my bags to go to you. Don’t worry about my past life, you have taken over every follicle and essence, it was nothing but you anyways. I won’t be long, my love. We’ll be by each other’s side forever. An eternity plus one. You and me.
## Chapter One
“ I had that dream again. “
“ Was anything different in it? A different setting? Was the tone the same? The feeling? “
“ No. Nothing changed. It’s been the same dream since the start. And every time I wake up, I’m left with the same feeling. A longing. A need for every faucet of her to be real. “
“ You know it’s only a manifestation of trouble in your actual life. You don’t need for a partner, you need for acceptance and friendship. And this, woman, that you see, she’s the figure for all that. You wake up with that painful need of friendship that any human requires. Have you taken the steps on that sheet of paper I gave you last week? ”
“ Yes. “
“ And do you still fear in-person human interaction? “
“ Of course. We’ve been at this for years. Just like that dream, nothing has changed. Nothing ever changes. You’ve been my therapist for more years than I’ve been in school and we still only ever interact through a computer screen. I go outside everyday like the paper suggests. My fear isn’t the outside. I love the feel of the grass through my toes and the soft breeze that rustles the hillside. No. My fear is connection. Connection with people. It’s the fear that if I make a connection with someone, it’ll be crushed and discarded some day. Some year. People change at the drop of a pin, you know?”
“ Yes, we’ve been talking for a long time. And as I’ve said before, these things can take time. It may happen tomorrow. It may happen next week. Or the next decade. You’re case is a unique one. You have no trauma or abuse. Your life from childhood all the way through adulthood as been filled with loving, caring family members, and encouragement. No arguments between your parents or siblings. Good grades throughout all of your schooling. No other mental or physical illnesses. The mind is a fickle thing. It believes what it wants to and doesn’t think to console with your conscious. It’s doing this all on it’s own. But with effort and hard work, working through those steps will make you no longer afraid of connecting with other people. So please, have patience Mr. Brighten.”
“ If you say so. Maybe I’m doing them wrong? “
“ Doing what wrong? “
“ The steps. Maybe I’m doing them wrong. Is there a specific order? “
“ It’s not an instruction manual, Edward. They are simply suggestions and tips. There is no right or wrong way to do them. “
“ But how is ‘ People Watch ‘ going to help me not be afraid anymore? “
“ People watching in itself won’t break that fear. But it will help you understand that every person has their own thing going on in this world. That each interaction they are having is taking time out of their routine. Those little moments of a busy person stopping to talk to an old friend, or a politician tossing back a runaway ball show just how important the mundane is. It shows that no matter the length, depth, or type of interaction, a connection is being made. Connections don’t pop into existence at the start of an interaction and then cease to exist after the end. Sorry to sound cliche, but to start an interaction is to plant a seed of connection. Over time it’ll start to grow and grow and grow. No matter if it was a one time action, or a series of intellectually pleasing discussions, the seed will bloom into a beautiful flower. A delicate, but beautiful symbol of life. Or perhaps it’ll take a bit longer, but grows into a large tree. The roots running deep into the ground, supporting its burly trunk and winding branches. Do you see? “
“ So by people watching, I’ll be able to see connection seeds grow into plants? “
“ By people watching, you’ll be able to start to understand that connections don’t disappear after a person has left your life, Mr. Brighten. “
“ I’ll talk to you next week, Harry. Fingers crossed that some of these tips and suggestions start to finally work. “
“ It was a pleasure, Edward. Don’t strain yourself to much. It’s okay for it to be uncomfortable, but baby steps are the key here. “
My sessions with Harry, my therapist, always relieve some of the tension. I could never do what he does. Talking and helping people. Making those very same connections that I am terrified of so easily. Though he tries to tell me that it isn’t as easy as I imagine it is.
Now that I think of it, my imagination is a lot more comforting than real life. The thought of talking to anyone I see, all happy and enthusiastic just saying ‘Hi’ is calming. But when I try to use that same idea in person, my hands sweat, my mouth gets dry, and my vision gets blurred as everything turns into little stars.
Social anxiety is what he calls it. Thoughts of all the possible things that can go wrong fill my head. An Olympic sprint from my heart to see just how fast it can go. Followed by a jittery feeling of intense impending doom filling my veins and a twisting black hole laying waste to my intestines.
They make medication to help ease that feeling, but Harry says it’s a bandaid, not a solution. Medicine like that is also hard to get where I live. The closest pharmacy is fifty miles away and I don’t have any form of transportation to get there.
That’s more due to me than anything else. I actually live on a hill above a bus stop. I sit on the rustling, tall grass peering down at the people waiting. It’s the closest I can get without needing a drink of water every ten seconds.
You get to see a lot of different people come through when you just sit and watch for hours like I do. Important looking men and women coming and going. Trying their hardest not to get a speck of dirt on the expensive material, even though they live in the countryside. A few musicians can be seen getting off when there’s a party or it’s festival season. I’ve even seen people in rags leave and come, using what I can assume is their last few coins for a fresh start. The ones coming have a better chance by far.
I could never tell you what’s outside of this valley town in the mountains. When I could talk to people, when I was normal, I used to take trips to get far away and just see the world. Every time I left, there was always something new. Towering buildings, sweeping cathedrals, or vast roads. Just like this town, time has stopped for me. If it wasn’t for the people at that bus stop, I’d forget there was an outside world.
## Chapter Two
I woke to warm, golden rays across my face. A breeze blew through, twirling and caressing my curtains. I had the dream again. Waiting for the same longing that shortly follows, I sat up and braced myself.
One. Two. Three.
One. Two. Three.
One.
Two.
Three.
My soul began to feel heavy. My whole body began to feel heavy. Sitting in my bed, chest and head drooping and swaying like I’d just been hit by the largest train in existence. Salty tears dripped onto the covers, burning every piece of skin on their way down. They always feel like molten lava at the start, but after a while, the pain of complete emptiness rips away any sensation.
I used to hold my hands up, hoping to save the radiating heat from setting ablaze a hole straight through the floor. That soon stopped when I lost the care for material things or for life in general. Now I hope that they burn a whole straight to the soft, compact dirt. Maybe then, some part of me can harness life.
As the last drop emptied my shriveled soul, I laid down. The dream never fails to leave me exhausted.
A short time passed and my veins started to fill with life again. Pumping every corner of my body with waves of electricity. Unable to suppress my aching muscles jittering uncontrollably, I lazily glide my legs off the bed. It’s like the world itself is bearing down on me, restraining my very existence from leaving the confines of my bed. I plead for it to let go. I’ve never been good at convincing it.
A snapping twig jerked me awake. The air was cool and damp. Those warm, golden rays have long left my room, leaving behind the suffocating darkness of evening. The cacophony of chirping crickets fill my head as I finally lift myself upright. Another twig snapped, this time closer.
Walking towards my bedroom window, fighting against my rebellious legs, I peer outside to stop in front of piercing blue eyes. Piercing blue eyes of a person. A person.
It felt as though Medusa herself was outside my window and struck me to stone. No force could have moved me than. After years of therapy and exposure, I never could muster even a single, whispered word to anyone in person.
I collapsed.
In my unconscious state, I dreamt the same dream as always. But something was different this time. It felt more than just a dream. This time it felt real. All too real. The dream increasingly sped up. Colors melted into each other, twisting and churning into themselves. The world started to turn and ungulate.
A figure stayed in the center of my vision. I tried to concentrate on it, but the surrounding madness wouldn’t allow it. Forcing me to soak-in the twisted colors. They fused into my body. My arms and legs were melting, bleeding a pallete of colors. My chest began fusing to the background. Soon there was nothing left but my head.
Slick, goopy tentacles reached out and slithered their way across my face. The comforting dream world was crumbling into itself. No longer did the sun shine in a cloudless sky. No longer did birds chirp. No longer did kids play. No longer did the world make sense. As my vision began to turn dark, I was left with one final image. Piercing blue eyes.
## Chapter Three
“ So what do you want to get up to this weekend?” Josie asked, sliding a rock around with her feet as she walked.
“ I wanna go somewhere spooky. Like an abandoned hospital or something! “ excitement in her voice, Celine stole Josie’s rock, kicking it into the grass to grab her attention.
“ Again? This is the sixth week in a row. At this rate, we’ll have to start closing businesses ourselves!” Josie says with a small laugh. “We’ve already gone to all the old war buildings. Also there’s only one abandoned hospital in the area and we all went there a year ago. Like I’ve told you before, you don’t want to go there. It was collapsing below us with every step we took. Plus all those symbols and pictures looked like ritual stuff.” Josie grabbed Celine, trying to make her point very clear.
“ That’s literally what it’s all about! You don’t go to abandoned places to admire the architecture! You WANT them to be chalk full of demonic shit. Torn up voodoo dolls, ritual circles, burnt crosses. Come ON! Let’s go tonight!” Brushing off Josie’s hands, Celine was filled with excitement. The macabre and terror is what Celine lives for. Her family collected creepy stuff all the time, and Celine inherited that trait.
Josie sighed. “ Ugh, fine. But we should bring some first aid kits and like a baseball bat or something. You never know what could be sneaking around there.”
Filled with knowledge from her childhood, Celine smiled from ear to ear. “ I don’t think a baseball bat would help with fending off literal demons. “
“ There aren’t going to be demons, Celine. “
“ How would you know? You told me you guys hightailed it out of there after looking in a few rooms! We can also check out that dead authors house near it. “
Josie slyly tried to avoid her cowardice. “ What? We never saw any buildings around the hospital? “ Josie’s face scrunches in confusion while trying to recall the mentioned buildings.
Stopping to pickup a stick, Celine drew some scribbles that had every intention to look like a map. “ There’s that hill by the north bus stop. At the top of that hill is a small cottage hidden behind bushes and trees. And to the East of it is the hospital. Apparently you can see his ghost every once in a while just looking out across the valley. I wonder if he’s waiting on someone. “
“ Aw, maybe he’s waiting for his wife that left for work on the bus one day but he died before she came back.”
“ I never heard that he was married or even had a relationship with anyone before he died. He was pretty reclusive. Just stayed in his cottage and wrote all day. “
“ I bet he has a bunch of eccentric things in his house. Like a human skull. Or maybe a raven? Just holding up the skull monologging. That’s what I’d do. “ Josie lifted her hand as if to hold the world itself. She squinted her eyes at it, slowly rotating the imaginary skull. She looked into every crevice and crack her imagination could muster.
Celine played along, imitating Josie’s pose, she let out in her most sophisticated but emotionally stunted tone, “ ‘Oh magical skull, please bring me the blood of a goat, three rose petals, and a virgin! ‘ “
Josie dropped her arm and shoved her elbow into Celine. “ Too bad we aren’t goats. Or roses. Or virgins. We could’ve lived out our days eating bread and drinking wine. Wearing nothing but fancy robes looking over the valley like a Queen. “
“ I don’t think he was rich. I mean, he lived in a cottage, in the country. If I were a rich author, I’d at least have a big ass house if I lived here. “ Celine massages her side, an elbow sized bruise will definitely appear later on.
“ Yeah, you’re probably right. But now I’m interested. Let’s go there before the hospital. I don’t wanna be freaked out while I pillage through an abandoned cottage. “
Celine furrowed her brow. “ Are you really gonna take stuff from there? That’s basically begging to be cursed. “
“ But what if he had cool shit? I wouldn’t want it to go to waste and let nature have it. I deserve cool things more than some trees. “
“ It’s been sitting there for a decade. There probably isn’t anything collectible left. Others must’ve had that idea long before you. “
The two walked into their normal coffee shop. They waved and said hello to the familiar faces behind the counter. With greetings exchanged, Celine and Josie relaxed into their booth. Coffee grounds and heated cream filled the duos noses, hints of vanilla, caramel, and chocolate tugged at every faucet as they inhaled.
Sitting up slightly, Josie quickly held out her hands to greet a hot mug. “ You are a SAINT, Gabrielle! I’ve been craving the sweet and savory taste of my sweet love here for HOURS! “ Josie blew on the molten liquid, furiously trying to cook it just enough to drink.
Gabrielle told Celine that hers will be up in just a few minutes. “No, thank you, Gabrielle. I’m not feeling like having coffee today.” Gabrielle smiled and nodded. She began to walk away, but stopped when she heard a yelp behind her.
“Jesus fuck! Why do you have to be so hot! “ Josie was scolding her beverage, just as it scolded her. Celine let out a small giggle. “When will you learn to be patient? This literally happens EVERY day! It’s HOT coffee. If you want to drink it instantly, just get it iced. “
“That waters down the flavor!” Josie retaliated, a slight lisp infiltrated her words.
“Well it’s better than not tasting anything. You have to have no tastebuds by now. Do you even know what your drink tastes like anymore?”
“Of course I do! It’s my little slice of hazelnut heaven with undertones of bold espresso and just a hint of vanilla cream.” Josie’s face was ripe with smugness and matter-of-fact expression.
Gabrielle turned her head down slightly, a small grimace formed by her lips and eyebrows. “Actually, we ran out of vanilla cream and hazelnut today, so we had to use regular cream and chai. I forgot to tell you, I’m sorry. “ Gabrielle scurried away to the safety of her counter.
It was Celine’s turn to be smug. Though her head filled with an army of words to breakdown her friend, she decided against any of them. Celine’s girlfriend, Eris, has been telling her to be the better man in situations. After dating her for a year and a half, her words of wisdom seem to be finally kicking in.
“What, no comeback? No ‘I told you so’s?’ . Wow, you’ve gone soft Celine.” Josie slumped back in the booth, hers arms crossed and streak of surprise washes over her face.
“I’ve finally started to do what Eris has been telling me to do. She says that trying to always one-up people and retaliating is gonna make me mad all the time or something. I don’t know, she says it better.”
“I don’t see how any of that could make you permanently mad. I love you being you. I don’t think you need to be changed.” Josie placed her hand on Celine’s, a hint of a condescending tone layered her words.
“Oh ha. Ha. I think her helping me to better myself is adorable. She’s not making me do anything, I just think it’s time to start being a happier person.” Taking her hand back from Josie’s grasp, Celine stretched. “I think I’m gonna head out. Eris said she had a surprise for me whenever I got back from my walk with you.”
“But we aren’t done yet! We still have to talk about when we are meeting up for house pillaging running away from haunted hospitals!” Josie reached for Celine.
“You can text me, Josie. We both know what kind of surprise is waiting for me. Momma’s gotta go home and open her present.” Celine wrapped her bag around her shoulder and scooted herself to the edge of the booth.
Josie’s face dropped into a pout. “Okay, I’ll just post it in the group chat.”
Celine stood up and hugged Josie. “Bye, love you!” Overflowing with jittering excitement, Celine sped walked to the door. Josie watched her friend leave, then sat back down in the booth.
Thinking enough time has past, Gabrielle walked back to the table. With a small bit of concern on her face, Gabrielle asked, “ Where is she going? “
“Eris told her she has a surprise for her. “ Josie lazily sipped at her coffee.
“ But you guys always hang out here for a few hours every time you come in.” Gabrielle started to fiddle with her name tag.
“Usually, yes. But Celine was never good at being patient, especially when there’s a surprise involved.” Josie smiled a little, then wrapped her bag around her shoulder.
“Well, have a good day Josie! I’m sorry about the coffee.” Gabrielle started towards the counter again.
“Hold on, do you want to go to the abandoned hospital with us?” Josie inquired, though she knew well that Gabrielle would say yes.
“Yes! Of course! I’ve been wanting to go back sense the last time we went!” Her face lit up and held her hands to her chest in excitement.
“Great! I’ll ask the others when they want to go. Have a great day, Gabrielle!” With a final wave of goodbye, Josie left the shop. She took out her phone and went to work setting up plans.
## Chapter Four
Eris was never one for cheesy romance. She wanted always be remembered for her uniqueness. No matter who it is, she’s found some unique way to show her love. With her first partner, Eris made a plaster mold of her butt. They always gushed over it, so why not give it to them for them to remember forever?
Her second partner got something a bit more vulgar, but still one of a kind. He had a compulsive sex disorder. After some problems getting erect due to chronic masturbation, Eris offered to get him a sex toy to give his hand a rest. What she gave him wasn’t just any sex toy. What she got him was an exact silicone replica of her pussy. He still has it to this day, years after they broke up.
Eris hadn’t changed when she started dating Celine. At the start, Eris used a suppository to make her pussy taste like mango. When they went out, Celine would always get something mango flavored. Dehydrated mango. Mango smoothies. Even chocolate with mango flavoring in it. Celine was addicted from the start. Every night for months, Celine ate her pussy till she’s almost pass out. But just making her juices taste like it wasn’t enough for Eris. She wanted something over the top. Something unique. Something, Eris.
Hours on top of hours, Eris researched for that one thing that would scream “I want you to remember me no matter what happens”. And she found it just a few days ago. A strap on dildo. Six inches long (Celine never cared for large penises), slightly veiny and with a good bit of girth, this strap on was molded with orange silicone and finished with a mango scent and mango extract. As well as a special flavoring made from Eris’ pussy. If Celine loved her mango flavored pussy juices so much, Eris will make her choke on it every time they fucked.
Spending a good portion of the morning shaving, showering, and masturbating, Eris started her preparations. As a gift for all her past and future lovers, Eris had a sex room constructed in her basement. Soundproof, easy to clean, and furnished with many toys, the sex room was the perfect getaway. And it was the perfect place for her surprise.
The gift arrived in the mail at nine in the morning. Eris wanted to wait till she was ready to open it, so she put it on a table in the room. Feeling sexy, horny, and adventurous, she finally got the nerve to open it up. It came in a purple box with silver trimming and wording, with a purple ribbon and bow wrapped around it. Holding it in her hands, Eris felt like royalty. Gently sliding the ribbon off, she lifted the lid and peeked. She let out a squeal, “EEK! This will be perfect!” Eris closed the lid and carefully slid the ribbon back on.
A vibration went off in her pocket. “I hope that’s Celine. She needs to get here, NOW.”:
‘Hey gorgeous! I’m on my way now. I can’t WAIT for what you have in store for meeeeeee!!!!! I’m already soooo fucking wet, my panties are soaked. I NEED you NOW.’
Eris couldn’t hold in her excitement any longer. She ripped open Celine’s gift box and took the dildo out of its packaging.
Eris practically ran to her lube drawer, frantically throwing things around trying to find a specific bottle. After a few brief moments, she found the one to her liking.
Holding up the toy, she carefully dripped lube on the tip, as if she was carefully calculating the exact amount she needed. “That otta do.” And with her task done, Eris walked to her mirror.
She slowly turned her legs, admiring the completely smooth, soft skin. There was not a trace of even a bump. Eris then turned sideways, admiring the dim lights sheen across her thighs. Years of dieting and exercise paid off Eris thought to herself as she carefully checked herself out.
A small, white spandex set of panties hugged her waist. She ran her free hand across her butt. It was small, but tight and firm. Eris gave her cheek a slight slap. The small, sharp pain only fed her horniness more.
Putting the dildo on a nearby table, Eris grabbed the sides of her underwear. Teasing herself, her hands gently pulled the fabric halfway down her thigh, setting them gently under ass. She gave the panties a little jiggle, watching every ripple in her ass.
Pulling her underwear down farther, Eris can see just how soaked her panties were. A huge, grey spot stained the white fabric. A strand of her sweet juice lazily dropped down, seeping into the underwear. Eris bent over at the waist, eyeing how her ass stretched. When the panties reached the floor, she took out one leg and flung them with her other.
Eyeing the room to find the perfect piece of furniture, her eyes landed upon a short, small, sturdy table. Though the dildo could be used as a strap on, it also came with a suction cup on the bottom. A few, brisk strides brought Eris to her target. With one solid slam of her hand, the dildo suction to the hard wood, swaying rapidly.
The previous droplets of lube flung off, but Eris’ hand steadied the dildo and parted her lips. There was no more need for lube. With steady, practiced accuracy, the dildo smoothly slid in place. The warmth of her pussy embraced the cool surface. She licked and spat on her index and pointer finger, then brought them down to an aroused clit.
A couple circular motions from her fingers drew out a gasp of pleasure, followed by a moan of relief. Eris was a master of her body and pleasure. Knowing the little time it will take for Celine to come home, she raced to an intense orgasm. Her fingers circled faster and she began to ram the toy heavily. A nicely bruised cervix is a happy cervix is one of many mottos Eris stands by.
One last quick thrust downwards and the warm embrace became a death grip as her sweet, delicious juices sped down the base of her gift and onto the table. A shout of ecstasy came from deep within her shaking body.
Eris pushed herself of the table and gentle ran a finger down her pussy, hoping to soak up as much liquid as possible. A quick poke into her quivering vagina let out another shout, this one more soft and gentle. Pulling away from herself, a long strand of mango delight held on, drooping the farther she pulled away. She ran her drenched finger across her mouth. Eris’ tongue lashed out, as if dry for days, lapping up every droplet.
A small smirk appeared on Eris’ face. Happy with the finishing touch on her gift, she the toy carefully back in it’s box, wrapping it with the little ribbon.
“Hanii, I’m back from my walk! Where are you?” Celine closed the door behind her, frantically looking around the area for her girlfriend. Her eyes darted to doorways and furniture, but Eris was nowhere to be seen.
“She must be setup and waiting in the room.” Celine muttered to herself, her mouth watering as she pictured what’s awaiting for her. “If she’s already ready, I gotta get ready too.” She took off her shirt, revealing a tight fitting pink bra. It caressed her tits, a bit of popping out over the top. Her nipples were pierced, the outline poked through the fabric, teasing the empty room.
Celine tossed away her shirt, then began to pull down her pants, struggling slightly to get them past her round, soft butt and silky smooth thighs. Eris can’t resist even the outline of her ass in pants, showing them off will drive her even more wild. A black fabric stretched around the top of her cheeks and covered her front. A small peek of sparse, shaved hair could be seen at the top. “I should’ve shaved” Celine sighed.
“I much prefer your small patch of hair.” Eris was leaned against a door frame. Celine jumped, not expecting to hear an answer to her statement. Eris smirks, “I just love watching you struggle with your pants. It… does something to me.” She strutted over to Celine, running a finger across her shoulders and back as she circled Celine. Feeling like a fish being surrounded by a shark, Celine nervously stood still, anxious, curious, and worried what would happen if she moved.
“You’re being such a good girl, Celine. You haven’t moved an inch. Maybe this will stir you.” Eris stopped and raised a hand behind her girlfriend. With a open hand, Eris sturdily slapped Celine’s cheeks. A ripple shot out from the impact, dying after a few seconds. Celine still stood there, not an inch moved or a sound made. “Oh come on darling, give me something. “ Eris slapped Celine’s ass even harder. More ripples fluttered around each cheek, and again died off after a few seconds. And again, no movement or sound from Celine.
“I’m starting to think you enjoy this now. Let’s check if that’s true.” Eris crouched down, her eyes were level with Celine’s perfect ass. Two bright pink handprints covered each cheek. “Spread them.” Eris demanded, a hint of authority rolled under both words. Celine inched her legs outward. “Faster.” Her feet started to slide. “FASTER.” Eris slapped the inside of Celine’s thigh, a squeak flung past her lips. She covered her mouth with both of her hands.
“I knew I’d get a reaction. Now stop taking so damn long. Let me see how fucking wet you are.” Taking her hands away from her mouth, Celine begrudgingly stuck them under each cheek and lightly lifted them. “You damn well know that just slightly lifting them isn’t gonna show your panties. Now SPREAD THEM” Celine whimpered. Her hands spread her cheeks and she bent slightly, presenting her drenched panties. The moisture from her juices started to seep to and down her thighs.
“You saucy little minx, you ARE enjoying this!” Eris let out a small chuckle. “Oh I’m gonna have fun with you. Now come on, beautiful, let’s go see your surprise.
“Put on your blindfold please.” Eris held a black silk blindfold in her hands. /Eris’ Princess/ written on across the front.
“But I want to see the surprise!” Exclaimed Celine. She was giddy with excitement and her patience has run bare.
“Well, bad girls don’t get surprises. Now put in your blindfold.” Eris’ smirk was gone, a straight, serious face has took its place. She held out the blindfold in front of her. It swayed slowly, from left to right and left again. Her eyes were a piercing gray, they switched from Celine to the blindfold and back.
“Ugh, fine.” With a sigh, Celine reached out towards her blindfold. She tightly grasped it, but couldn’t pull it from Eris’ hand. “Baby, let go.”
“I will, but first, on your knees.” Eris firmly held the silk object, loosing tension as Celine got to her knees. “Good girl, now put it on and wait a second.”
Celine threw it around her head and eyes, slightly adjusting it to rest comfortably. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Make sure it’s on tight please, beautiful.” Celine heard Eris walk away and then stopped. She heard some rustling and something drop lightly on a table.
“It’s in tight, Hanii.” Celine could hear the rustle of straps. “Is that….?”
“No guessing, you’ll find out soon enough.” Eris was struggling to get the last strap into place. The dildo hung loosely, dangling and swaying as she finicked with the harness. “Ahah!”
“Struggling, Erie?” Celine smirked.
“Hush” Eris continued to mess with the strap, making sure it was snug and comfortable on her skin. “There we go. Now open your mouth.”
Celine obediently opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue welcoming any and every surprise. Eris spat onto it, “Gotta lube you up pretty good.”
“Wait, wha-“ In the middle of her sentence, Eris pushed her dick into Celine’s mouth, holding just the first two inches to allow Celine to adjust. A moan of satisfaction squeezed past the orange dildo. She picked up her pace, steadily sucking and pulling, savoring every crevice and bulge of flavor. Eris swaying back and forth, a reassuring hand across Celine’s cheek.
Getting sucked away in the ambiance, Eris started moaning as well. Her mouth filled with saliva as she watched her lover expertly push the dildo down her throat. A small bulge can be seen with every thrust Eris gave and every inch Celine engulfed.
“God, you’re such a fucking good whore, Princess.” Eris gritted her teeth, letting out a small moan through every word. Celine slowed, basking in the taste. She worked up and down the shaft with a long, drudging rhythm. The suction increased, causing a gargling and sipping sound with every push and pull.
Between beats, Celine asked, “Can… I…. Touch.. myself..?”
“You’ve been a good slut, I’ll allow it.” Eris cocked her head to the side to see Celine’s hand move down to her panties. She tucked her hand inside the fabric, and started to gently rub her clit. Long, circular motion silhouettes could be seen through her underwear. Every completed circle made a small, wet sound and a pleasurable moan from Celine.
Celine started to increase her speed, both her mouth and hands worked faster and harder. Eris complimented the intensity by grabbing her partners hair, slightly tugging. She moved her hips in forward circular motions, picking up momentum to shove her thick cock into Celine’s throat. With her free hand, Eris tugged and yanked at her nipples.
“Faster, bitch!” Eris exclaimed, an insatiable urge too see her girlfriend cum. Like the good princess she is, Celine worked overtime. Gagging, slurping, and sucking on the mango and pussy flavored toy. She took her hand of the dick and started to pull her underwear aside, sliding an angsty set of fingers into her soaking wet pussy. Just as instant as the intensity increased, a climax surged over Celine’s body.
“Oh yes! Cum for me baby girl! Cum for me!” Eris’ eyes were locked onto Celine’s jerking body. She pulled her mouth off the strap-on, and collapsed onto the juice soaked floor. A puddle laid beneath Celine’s body, a testimony to the satisfaction and pleasure she enjoyed.
“I’m not done with you yet!” Eris rolled Celine onto her stomach, arching her back and lifting her butt towards her face. She pulled down the completely soaked panties and plunged her face into Celine’s divinity. Eris lapped up every drop. Her nose digging into Celine’s ass.
They were both taken by the moment. Moans and screams of pleasure were heard throughout the room and house. Eris finger fucked herself to her first, second, and third orgasm. Celine shared the precedent and came till she collapsed a second time. Eris soon followed.
“Fuck you two are hot!” The couple were stoned in the presence of the third voice. They slowly turned their heads, knowing who was the owner of the said exclamation. Josie.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wsojfh/a_gentle_touch_of_the_heart_girlongirl_age_2230