celtickate1: bannableoffense:hypnorotica:Carol slowly rebuttoned her blouse, trying not to panic
celtickate1: bannableoffense: hypnorotica: Carol slowly rebuttoned her blouse, trying not to panic. She just needed to get dressed and leave before the raven haired girl woke up. She could return to her hotel, then fly home and forget the previous night had ever happened. God…just thinking the words ‘last night’ brought back a wave of memories, short intense moments of bodies entwined and sweet needful moans. She shivered until she was able to push the memories back. This was all wrong, all crazy. That’s all it was, a night of temporary insanity that she would never have to think about again. Then she heard the mattress shift. She tensed, but held her composure and finished clasping the third button of her blouse. It didn’t change anything. Just one more button and she would head out the door. “Where are you off to in such a hurry?” The dark haired girl asked in that sultry voice. Just hearing it again revived more memories and Carol involuntarily bit her lip. Part of her mind said to just start walking and not even look back, but the rudeness of such an exit was more than she could manage.“Look…I..” She turned to face the girl. "Last night was a mistake. I must have had too much to drink or….I’ve never done anything like this before. You see I’m not a….well what I mean…I love my husband and something like this just can’t…“ She paused, confused. She’d expected an expression of surprise, anger, maybe betrayal, but the raven haired girl looked amused. She tried to get back on track and finish firmly. "I’m just here for business, and I’m flying home this afternoon. It would be best if we both forget last night ever happened.” “There’s no way you can forget.” The girl replied after slowly licking her lips. "Last night is etched far too deeply in your mind.“ She licked her lips again, slow and teasing. Carol couldn’t help but stare. Something about that little motion with her tongue was captivating. Another memory came unbidden of being trapped between the girl’s pale thighs. Her nipples stiffened as the taste of the girl’s nectar was suddenly on her tongue as clear as it had been the night before. “I….ah” Carol exhaled raggedly, “I don’t even know your name.” “That isn’t important.” The girl beckoned Carol with her hand and Carol felt like she was being pulled closer by a rope. "Only the truth in my eyes is important now.“ Her eyes, those deep blue eyes. As soon as they were mentioned Carol stared into them. Suddenly more memories came forth, things that had been hidden moments before: staring into those eyes at the bar until they were all she could see, nodding as she was told to follow, staring into those eyes again as she knelt on the girl’s bed, chanting and edging. “You’ll still fly home this afternoon, but you’ll be seeing me again soon, and you’ll never forget the truth” Carol nodded helplessly and knelt beside the girl’s bed so she could stare deeper into those eyes. The truth was the raven haired girl’s name wasn’t important, only her title. “You still have a few more truths to learn before your flight. Are you ready?” Yes….mistress” Carol whispered. ♥♥♥♥ I love the attempt at resistance. The confusion and the eventual need, or is it desire, to surrender. -- source link