“Hey,” he replied. “You were talking about coming to my apartment through terrace?” I asked “Yes,” he replied with a big smile. “Can you come now?” I asked. “I’m coming,” he replied and I watched him leaving his room. After two minutes I heard a knock on the door. I went to the door, opened a couple of more buttons of my shirt, and then opened the door. Ryan was standing there and I was thinking if I should just kiss him, and then make him fuck me hard, or I should welcome him in my apartment and take things slow. I preferred the first thought… “Hey, I’m here,” he said. “Come here,” I said, and pulled him closer. I started kissing him, I think he was expecting this kind of welcome from me, and he responded really well undoing the rest of the buttons of my shirt. I took off my shirt and quickly unhooked my bra. “Come to me,” I said, and again pulled him closer and then fell on the bed taking him over me. “Suck on my tits,” I said and he did. I didn’t let him enjoy my tits more, and I. She never smiled and she never left the side of the Abbess. The dull white of her habit could never diminish her proud, even regal beauty. The Abbess trusted her implicitly. Sister Gwendolyn, meek submissive of fair skin and dark hair like myself. Every order the Abbess gave she seemed to take a special delight in executing, no matter how bizarre or irrational. Sister Mary, meek as Gwendolyn, quiet and passive. Without a single desire but to fulfill the wishes of Abbess Clarissa. It was only in my imagination at first that Cordelia would visit me. I would invent scenarios, fantasies of how she might sneak into my cell. Particularly in the wee hours of the night when all was quiet, but my soul was turbulent with visions of her voluptuous form assailing me. Merely to sleep, merely to put an end to my torment, I would give in to my desire for her, touching myself as I imagined renewing our intimacies while letting my fancy roam free to conceive of new games we might invent together. She.
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