This is the final chapter in the story. I’d like to thank all my followers, and I hope you have enjoyed it so far. There are more adventures in store for Jennifer, so stay tuned.

20.

The bright morning sun streamed through an open window, and birds chirped happily in a nearby tree.

Tess yawned and stretched her limbs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She rolled to her left, to find a beautiful dark haired woman lying next to her.

Jennifer Stokes. Her best friend and lover, slept soundly, her chest rising and falling peacefully with each breath.

Turning onto her back, Tess stared at the ceiling, thinking about the previous day.

“Thank God it wasn’t a dream after all,” she said quietly.

Ten minutes later, Jennifer stirred.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” Tess said, rolling over to kiss her friend on the lips.

“Good morning yourself,” replied Jennifer.

“Come on get up, I’m hungry.”

Jennifer’s stomach rumbled at the mention of food, “Me too. I could go for a nice big plate of bacon and eggs.” Read more »

I was raised for only one purpose, to be sold to the highest bidder once I reached 18. Most women were. Some of us would end up becoming whores, while others, if lucky, would be bought by very rich and powerful men, to become their bride and bear their children.

I was supposed to be among the lucky ones. I was pretty enough to fetch quite a high price and my master had been impatiently waiting for me to reach 18. However, on the night of my 18 birthday, it all took another turn.

That night, we had a small party and I was offered some alcohol by the son of my master. This would be our little secret, he told me. After the party, we all went to bed, and that night, the son came knocking at my bedroom door. That night he told me he loved me, he told me I was so beautiful and he could not bear the thought of me being sold to the highest bidder tomorrow. He told me he wanted me to be his and promised to talk to his father that very next morning. Read more »

It all began in the sundry cold winters, where everyone was prepping for Christmas Eve. The streets were filled with joy and celebration. In one way of the other, wishes were being fulfilled.

And here you were , sitting near the warmth your fireplace, yet feeling cold inside. Amidst the joy and festivity, all you could feel was mundanity. The feeling morphed into a a dark desire, the desire to be wanted, to be felt and more importantly, to please someone with your being.

You had always known that your body was a perfect pleaser for men, but the man you loved, wasted you. Perhaps that would be being too harsh on him. He could not look after you enough, you tried to give him the benefit of doubt.

But the doubt gave way to jealously, and jealously, fueled your desires even more. Even a bare cold breeze felt arousing to your body.

*ting tong* goes the bell. “Who could be at this moment?” You thing to yourself. You go out, dress in your pjs and your tank top, wearing a warming jacket which barely covers your cleavage. Read more »