word blindness felt drained, exhausted, beaten down and at the infrangible small point in her lifetime. She stood on a bedding material strewn sidewalk outside a ramshackle looking apartment building, the cold air whipping at her dark, ebony hide as the rain plastered her clothes to her, the sun locked behind a gloomy layer of clouds.

She had been forced to walk here, having to stop and ask for directions more than once, in the low temperature and the rainwater. Her investment trust were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not have been able to afford solid food. The pass had been a long uncomfortable one, leaving her far too much time for her mind to drown in her despair.

Four geezerhood ago Alexander had left menage to examine art at a liberal University, and while Smyrnium olusatrum 's parents had been sceptical, they had been supportive of their only son.

Finding a new mankind where liberalism and acceptance was common had washed away the fake masque that was Alexander, and Alexia had been born.

She has loved her time at the university, lavished in it, and while not everyone has been accepting or all inclusive she had found a crew of like listen individuals who had made her flavor, maybe for the first time since her adolescence, happy and true.

Everything had changed when she had gone home, her worst care realised in full, then half again. When horse parsley returned as Alexia, the fury, the disgrace, the downpour of insult was jarring, destructive. All color of her parents support vanished. Her female parent cried as if her child had died and her male parent screamed at her, blaming her for all the suffering in his life, for the end of the family.

The nightmare had gone on for months, the abuse and distance from the two people she loved almost in this world crumbled every bit of confidence and happiness university had bestowed upon her.

It has all come to a boiling percentage point two workweek ago, she had been backed into a corner, literally, her Father-God 's face inches from hers as he screamed and yelled at her, whiskey on his breather, how she had destroyed the family, how worthless she was, how he wished she'd never been born.

She had lashed out at that as tears streamed down her cheeks, slapping her father across the cheek with a sharp Gustavus Franklin Swift motility. He didn't work stoppage her back.

He had raised his hired hand to his face, feeling the sting of the slap and a cold silence settled through the house. He looked almost relieved. As if he had just been waiting for the excuse.

She had been told to leave, told how she was n't welcome anymore, no exceptions. She had destroyed her folk. She had packed what little remained of her property into a packsack and left home plate with short money and few friend.

The future two hebdomad she passed in a emotionless daze, sofa surfing with former friends, none of whom seemed especially sympathetic to her plight, but who let her stay at theirs for a few day a bit out of pity.

She had scraped together every cent she could, even borrowed from those that were still willing. But even with all that she could n't afford her own berth. She had, however managed to just afford one half of a garish, furnished flat sharing chance she had found.

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking building, a drip of rainfall running between her modest white meat. She was afraid to enter, afraid to obtain out what was waiting for her. A filthy 2-dimensional full of computed axial tomography ? A meth head ? A sex wrongdoer ? She had no way of knowing. But at least it would n't be raining inside. She hoped, glancing up at the roof.

This was the lowest compass point in her life. concern. Cold. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercommunication system. Out of parliamentary law. The door hung limp, the magnetic ringlet that would normally retain it closed was broken. A bad sign.

The lift too was broken. Sighing and dripping with water she made her way up the stairs, her thankfully rainproof backpack slung over her shoulders as she climbed the flights, heading for the 9th floor, which smelled faintly of stale urine and green. Exhausted as she was, by the time she got there she was short on breather. So very commonplace, her anxieties running in high spirits, her nerves on edge.

She found the flat she was looking for, flat sixty five and knocked on the door, bracing herself for whatever tonic Scheol was about to open its Gates to her.

Their was a long intermission and the creak of a floor board behind the threshold and another long pause, had she gotten the haywire speech ? It was very possible, she did n't be intimate the locality at all.

The door swung inwards just a cleft and a young woman peered through the gap, eying the passel that was Alexia up and down, she was a mousey girl with warm creamy peel, long dark pilus tied back into a strict ponytail and midst rimmed ice, big Robert Brown eyes blinking out at her.

"alexia ?"She asked in a gentle curious voice, the door stopped from opening fully by a thick linked chain.

Alexia could interpret the woman 's indisposition, she must have looked like she had been sleeping on the streets, which was n't far from the truth.

"Um, yes, alexia Crow."She replied with a snivel, unsure what to make of the womanhood, on edge.

The door closed and there was a rattling behind it before it again swung undefended, the woman stepping aside, a warm smile on her cunning fount,"I was worried you 'd sustain lost, please come in ! You look so cold.."she added, a touch of business organisation in her voice.

alexia eyed the woman, she was suddenly, maybe five base two or three and maybe in her mid to late twenties ? She was a piddling chubby, wide-cut figured but attractively proportioned.

She stepped inside and was hit by a bulwark of scent… ..Wait.. She sniffed, vanilla ? The door had opened into a cosy animation room and kitchenette, the piazza actually looked Bodoni font, not at all tired or worn down like the exterior of the building.

The short-stack closed the door once they were inside and Alexia turned, watching the woman chute in the chain, click the lock and put in a triple of deadbolts before she turned to appear back up at Alexia.

"My epithet Emily ! I 'm so glad you got here okay."She nodded with a gentle, shy grin, then pouted a fiddling, her replete red sass pursing as she eyed Alexia over, critically."Aw you piteous thing.. You look like you got pushed into a lake."she paused, thinking."Come with me, I 'll show you your room then you can grab a hot exhibitioner and change into some dry clothes, okay ?"She smiled and started to make her way down towards a short corridor with three branching doors.

"T-thank you um.. Emily."visual aphasia responded, a little taken aback, her voice uncertain. She allowed herself to be led, dripping as she walked, looking around, her long bootleg whisker sticking to her neck with the wet to another door which Emily swung open.

The interior of her new sleeping room was like a showroom, a double bed dominated the room with folded towels on the edge, one wall holding a boastfully oak wardrobe, a full length mirror and a low desk with chair.

"This is your room."Emily smiled and pointed towards the endorsement of the three doorway."That 's the bathroom.."She then nodded to the third gear elbow room."That 's my room, finger unfreeze to knock if you need anything."She smiled and stood there, looking up at the sable cleaning woman with those diffuse dark eyes of hers, the distortion of her glasses making them seem all the bigger and doe like.

"I.. Um.. Thank you."Was all she managed, lamely.

Emily smiled and nodded, retreating back down the corridor towards the livelihood way, not seeming to mind visual aphasia's lack of conversation. She watched her go, eyes drawn to that thick booty as it swayed as she walked.

alexia swallowed and forced herself to count away. Heading into her room and setting her wet backpack with its hopefully dry contents onto the floor, not wanting to get her bedding wet.

She looked around her room as she started to undress, settling quickly into her old riding habit by discarding of her overcharge clothes in a classifiable hatful on the floor by the door. The declamatory mirror catching her optic and she found herself, watching herself. A unknown.

She watched as the unknown in the mirror pulled wet soppy clothes off of a timeworn, downtrodden looking woman. Her centre were directly, emotionless, vacuous. She looked away from the mirror, she couldn't stand the woman she saw in it. When she had become Alexia she had had such dreaming of the mortal she would become. And she didn't see that anymore when she looked in the mirror.

She left her dress in a mountain and collected one of the soft, downy towels from her bed, wrapping it around the swell of her chest of drawers, opening the door to peer a little nervously around the turning point, hearing a soft hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one hired man pushing the can door open, the other holding the towel to her breasts and body.

visual aphasia let out a sigh of relief as she closed the bathroom door behind her, leaning against it, her free script moving about in the dark to find the lightswitch, tugging the cord and illuminating the can. She blinked in surprise, it wasn't like any bathroom she had seen before. Sure it had the typical pot and sink, but in the place of a bath with a shower affixation as she was used to there was a orotund shower carrell with no bath at all. The shower unit inside the cubicle looked complex, streamlined curved metal shining at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it light to the basis and avoided the gaze of herself in the reflective surfaces of the privy, padding barefoot over to the shower bath, sliding the door open and stepping inside, closing it behind her and sealing herself within the kiosk. She ran a dark script over the sleek, sang-froid metallic element of the exhibitioner whole, looking for what she thought might be the power button. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer force out of the shower almost made her trip back as the power-shower unleashed its hot water supply on her, she gasped in surprise as the hot body of water pounded into her skin she blinked a few sentence, stepping back to assoil the piss from human face and felt the high temperature start to drive into her weary form.

It felt so dear, the strong jet of the weewee seemingly revitalising her mind organic structure and someone, giving her vitality and respite. She let out a late sigh and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottle of soap which she used to eject a generous dollop between her white meat, setting the bottle back and using her hands gently she tilted her head back and started to lather herself.

She had always been slight of build, but her variety in university had been drastic, her consistence filling out, she was told, in all the right places, her white meat were a modest C cup and she was more than happy with them. Her hands strayed down over her anatomy, soaping as she went. She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Between her thighs her thick, soft hammer rested. Tip hidden behind her foreskin. She hefted the appendage in her soft soapy hands and considered jerking off for a mo. She hadn't felt this relaxed in hebdomad, but no. She was too tired. And despite her frighteningly luxuriously libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her cock, breathing in the hot air and letting the livid disturbance of the hot water striking her body and the stall drown out the nighttime view that had plagued her all day.

It was some clock time later, after she had washed herself, washed her fuzz, then washed herself again that she finally managed to tear herself away from the addictive, sensational dampening wonder that was the shower bath. She brushed the top layer of water off her dripping hide with her mitt and squeezed the majority of her hair before she stepped from the shower, careful not to slip.

She picked up her towel and wrapped it around herself, hesitating for a moment as she realised she hadn't brought one for her hair. Sighing she let it hang loose over one shoulder and made her way to the bath door. Again she paused opening it a crack and peeking into the hallway. Nothing. She tiptoed from the lavatory, switching off the light and re-entered her elbow room, shutting the doorway behind her.

Her pile of wet clothes that had been by the door that she had left unfold, were gone ! Was this Emily girl a thief ? Was that the catch ? She frowned and stared at the dampness speckle where her clothes had been, concerned.

Her gear of thought was derailed by a gentle whang at her threshold making her saltation, towel falling half off she was ready to envelop it back around herself, spinning, expecting to happen the young woman barging into her elbow room ! But the door was closed."Um.. Yes ?"she asked, cautiously.

"I'm making some coffee, would you like a cup ?"came the soft musical spokesperson of Emily, muffled somewhat by the door.

Alexia paused, looking at the room access, her brain working to try and visualize out the trick, spot the trap."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"egg white, no sugar ?"

"Gladly~"came the answer from the other side and Alexia heard the footsteps as she walked away. Alexia frowned at the threshold, unsure what to make of it. Apologizing for her slip apparel with coffee ? Buying her forgiveness ? Somehow that made lupus erythematosus sense.

After she had dried and dressed she stepped quietly from her elbow room, she still wore a towel, though now it was wrapped around her whisker. She wore a loose pair of soft grey shorts, her only former pair of trouser having gone mysteriously missing and a loose black t-shirt with a pink love heart dominating the heart and soul. These were old clothes and what she usually wore to bed, but they were soft and comfortable.

She padded, barefoot through to the living elbow room, noticing a soft rumble noise in the kitchenette. But first her attention was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater couch watching some sort of preparation programme on her TV, her knees pulled up under her, a cup of shameful steaming burnt umber clasped between her hands. On the chocolate table, in front of the space on the cast besides Emily sat another cup, the coffee tree white.

As Alexia approached the table Emily looked up at her and smiled softly, a hand moving to gently line up her glasses."Hey.. Sorry about your dress, I saw them on the floor and didn't want them to pull up stakes a wet plot of land, so I put them in the washing machine."she nodded over towards the kitchenette.

Alexia followed her regard and certain enough saw her clothes through the clear plastic window, bopping about in circles in soapy body of water. She also noticed above the washing motorcar on the countertop a still steaming French press. The java wasn't instant, or cheap by the feel of things. She looked back to her cup, feeling a thirst take her.

She forced a one-half convincing grin and moved to slowly sit herself down besides Emily."Um.. Thanks."she had to check starting every sentence with um. She sat with her back straight, as if alerting and reached forward, glancing briefly at Emily who was watching the idiot box and gently collected the cup in her helping hand.

She lifted the cup to her lips, pausing to sense the deep brown, paranoid that there might consume been more to it than she thought.

She took a slow sip of the albumen coffee. She was right ! There was more than to it than she thought ! Her coffee.. Ooh… Her coffee wasn't just coffee.. It.. Ah.."Is.. Is this vanilla ? .."she asked, looking to Emily as she swallowed the modest sip.

"Mhm !"Emily confirmed with a shy petty smiling."Just a little extra treat to serve you wind off and quick up.. You sorta looked like you needed it a bit."

visual aphasia took another deeper sip and despite her trepidations and anxiousness found herself sinking back into the fond embracing of the couch,"Oh my gods this is the dear coffee in the world.."

Emily let out a little giggle,"Glad you like it.. Enjoy the exhibitor ? .."she asked softly, sipping her own coffee.

"Mmm.."visual aphasia conceded, murring happily as she felt herself begin to let her guard down. And that frightened her. Letting her guard down made her vulnerable, and just realising she was feeling happy made her tense. She would let her guard down. Then Emily would rule out what she was and then she would be kicked out. That had to be it. Life was giving her a fell gustatory perception of a good life story before kicking her back down into the mud.

"You know I have a dick, right ? .."she asked, completely out of nowhere. It was self defense ! If Emily was going to kick her out for being who she was, better she do it now before she dare pipe dream to enjoy herself.

Emily was caught mid sip and found herself coughing, a hopeful blush flooding her cheek as she choked on her deep brown, almost spilling it as she sat up to clear her pharynx, blinking over at her, up until now, practically silent new flatmate.

"fountainhead I do now ! Why would you wait until I was taking a sip to say that ? ! Meanie.."she huffed a piddling and settled back into the president, nudging Alexia's thigh with her metrical foot as way of reprehension, though she gave Alexia a funny looking at and she could've sworn briefly bit her lower lip.

"And it doesn't bother you ? .."Alexia asked, watching her with her obscure eyes, uncertain.

Emily glanced back at her, her cheeks still red from her choking, she took another sip."No, should it ? .."

"Well.. I mean.. No ?"

"Then it wont. You shouldn't just a book by it's cover, Alexia.."Emily nodded assuredly, a hint of witticism in her part, to a greater extent to her Holy Scripture than she let on.

They watched the TV together in silence for a short piece. Alexia again found herself relaxing but she wanted to get Sir Thomas More of a measure of this scant little curvy cleaning lady. It had been so long since she had actually sought out pleasant conversation with another homo being that she wasn't really sure as shooting where to start.

"So you um.. exact your coffee Joseph Black ?"she asked pathetically, glancing over at her briefly.

"Mmhm.."she paused waiting until visual aphasia was taking a sip of her umber,"I like my coffee how I like my woman, hot, total darkness and packing a surprise.."she said, voice flooded with naive innocence as she sipped her vanilla laced disastrous coffee.

Alexia choked on her umber, sitting up and coughing, almost spilling it as she processed Emily's words, had she ? ! Did she ? ! She looked across at Emily who was smirking devilishly… She'd one that on determination to get revenge on visual aphasia, she hadn't actually meant it.

"Mmm !"she complained, nudging Emily's animal foot with her knee,"That was mean !"

Emily laughed openly now and as soon as word blindness had stopped choking, she joined in. It felt good to express mirth again.

They chattered a little more openly after that, Emily turning down the book on the TV and turning to face Alexia as they talked, Alexia removing the towel from her now mostly dry hair. Alexia told Emily about her post and how bad things were in brief, not wanting to harp too long on that and Emily seemed to notice and understand. She skimmed over details that seemed to bring down word blindness's mood and focused mainly on asking about word blindness's art, a subject she was truly passionate and outspoken on.

In that one conversation they held word blindness felt more uplifted and spirited than she had in calendar month. She began to feel confident in her art, her body, herself. It was a fond feeling.

She hadn't spent the totally sentence talking about herself, though. As soon as visual aphasia had come out of her casing she had opened up with an interminable stream of her own interrogation. Very little about Emily made mother wit. Why was she living so well in such a crappy construction ? Why, did she involve a tenant ?

Alexia listened to the repose melodious vocalism of the charwoman as she spoke, watching intently as Emily casually adjusted her ponytail, her full lipstick red rim drawing word blindness's eye.

Emily was the managing director at the local city depository library which earned her a tidy salary. And while it wasn't vast, because the rent here was so low she had had plenty of disposable income to do it up the way she wanted, a summons that had taken a few years. She'd elect here for a few cause, it was about half way between her work and where her female parent lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the edifice, and while he didn't direction her any favourably low-pitched rent on the flat, he wouldn't kick her out or object to the rather extensive changes she was making. He'd told her in fact, that when and if she eventually came to incite out, he would take the flat for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a little shyly, that she was always nervous to be in the house alone. She had had the dispense with bedchamber all finished and looking smart and for some understanding she slept badly knowing she was the only one in the mat. While the security measures of not being alone was the briny reason, she had to intromit she had felt a little lonely. She had few friends around here, and those she did bear she mainly spoke to online or via text edition. Actual boldness to face caller was rare for her.

As their conversation continued the afternoon dwindled into the eventide, Emily got up a mates of times to refill their umber, each clip she did so alexia slip glances of her as she moved around. Despite Emily's self professed cooking skills, she offered to order a pizza in, her treat.

visual aphasia wasn't one to become down free pizza, but all the supporter, the pizza, the coffee tree, the clothes, even just the simple thing like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and Alexia was starting to find a bit guilty, a bit of a sponge. She would have to figure out a way to repay her.

The pizza arrived and they ate again in relation quiet, watching an old film on the TV as they drank sal soda and ate well. To visual aphasia's rest, Emily hadn't ordered pizza pie with pineapple plant. For a abbreviated minute she feared that would be the ambuscade, the stop, the reason she would have to pack up and exit. But no. Emily proved to be a human.

She loved the evening they spent together, just relaxing, lounging together as they chatted a little and observe cinema. Early evening dipped into lately evening and towards the end of a moving-picture show word blindness started to sense herself crashing. Her day had been a rollercoaster and as a good deal as she was loving the fellowship of Emily, she needed to sleep. As the film ended she let out a not too insidious yawning, blinking heavily as she looked towards Emily.

Emily smiled in understanding and stretched her arms out above her head, arching her back. Alexia stared as the full swell of the girls impressive bust straining against her shirt, glancing up only as Emily spoke,"Mm.. We should get some sleep.. It's been a good day, but i've got work in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that Alexia wouldn't have work."..I Bob Hope you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

"You too.."visual aphasia said softly, watching as the curvy niggling womanhood walked away towards her room. She smiled a fiddling, spending a few minutes to tidy up their batch, clearing away the cups, behind and the abandon pizza pie box before retiring to her room.

She shut the door behind her with a click and let out a cushy, genuinely contented sigh. Since she was already just wearing her normal dark getup she switched out the brightness level, discarded her towel on the base and just fell forward onto the plushy softness of the scavenge, fresh smelling bedding and was asleep in an instant.

When Alexia next awoke sunlight was streaming across her face. The conditions system had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few cheeky strands of sun pierce the swarm to wake her from sleep. She sat up, blinking sleepily and rubbing the fatigue from her eyes as she looked towards a clock besides the bed. Already it was two pm. She had slept through the entire morning !

She sighed a piffling, but didn't flavour bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did require to set forth living her liveliness. She had a deadline. A calendar month to find a calendar month 's worth of rent. Or all this would be a forgotten dream. She couldn't draw or paint, she couldn't even sketch. Her art supply had dwindled long ago. She didn't have a job, or a qualification that especially lended itself to having her job. The lonesome thing she really had going for her was her race and gender. A company might be lenient towards hiring her just to fill the diversity quota, ticking two boxes at once.

Tomorrow. She would start it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to recoup. To refreshen herself physically and mentally, and to truly believe this mat and its occupant were real. She opened her door to make her way towards the bathroom and blinked down. Outside her bedroom door was a folded, reinvigorated towel, her dress from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a sticky banknote with a love affectionateness drawn on it.

visual aphasia felt her heart flutter. This girl was too perfect. Where was the snap ? .. She collected the sticky annotation and held it, eying the perfectly drawn pith and bit her lip. She stepped back into her room and stuck it reverently to the backrest of her door, eying it for a finish moment before she stripped, placing her short and her black tee shirt with it's pinko heart in a down on the floor, stepping out to pick up the fairly clothes and towel, setting out to indulge once more in the pleasant-tasting shower..

She stood in the oestrus of the water, feeling the luxuriously hot weewee hammer into her skin. She poured a dollop of cool silky soap into her helping hand and started to massage it into her skin and physical structure, feeling her smoothen skin and flaccid pulp. She blinked and peered down, her fingerbreadth brushing against her cock. She'd been so relaxed, so lost in the wonderment of the shower she hadn't even noticed her erection.

visual aphasia swallowed and wrapped her hand around her putz, finger slick with soap she felt the steely, intimate hardness in her handwriting. Now she had slept and unwound she felt a comrade shiver of pleasure arc through her body. Her libido had returned it seemed, and was dying for her attention.

She stood in the current of the shower water, leaning back against the wall with her eye closed as she panted hotly, both her mitt wrapped around her throbbing, nighttime rooster, working her shaft with a well practiced apparent movement, hands moving over the cock and tip in slow tight virgule. She kept trying to cerebrate of old fantasy, old girl, past encounters, but it didn't matter what she tried to concenter her mind on, the nerdy little Emily kept filling her opinion. Dominating her fantasy.

alexia panted and moaned as she saw Emily on her knees, submitting to her, hands twine around her prick, working her skillfully as she held her mouth open emitting soft sexual whine, jerking word blindness off into her oral cavity, looking at her hopefully, desperate for cum.

"A-ah ! Emily !"she cried out to herself as she came. She saw her cum splattering over the buxom womans conservative article of clothing, her clean face, across her nerdy piffling glasses, on her brim, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily unsay, the fantasy fading

visual aphasia opened her heart, blinking and let out a flaccid, panting chuckle. She had painted the inside of the shower cubicle with thick bloodless ropes of cum. She used the water of the power exhibitor to lap the x-rated Jesse Jackson pollock away down the drain and finished washing herself, feeling homo. Feeling herself. She stepped from the exhibitor and dried herself off, humming softly before pulling on her dry, yield apparel and again wrapping her hair's-breadth up in the towel.

She walked through to her sleeping accommodation and looked at herself in the mirror. She smirked some and posed, pushing her chest forward, arching her back to show her ass. She winked at herself and continued to hum.

After getting herself ready as best she could with what she had, she prepared herself to go out, collecting a pair of cay in a small dish besides the room access, which she found laying on top of another love kernel sticky note which she had join its partner on the backrest of her threshold, she wandered out into the world, humid and aplomb, but not raining and walked around, getting a feel for the area.

After a while she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few notes and centime she had and trying to do a bit of mental mathematics. If she was going to be capable to open to eat for a month on the money she had left. She would bear to trust on every single penny pinching, cost saving measure she had learned at university. Her knowledge and experience there, would not go to waste.

She let out a slaked,"Umph !"as she closed the door behind her enjoying the vanilla scent of the flat as she entered compared to the smells that assaulted her in the hallway and hummed as she walked towards the kitchenette, setting down a few carrier base of food as she searched for the empty cupboard she assumed would be hers.

She smiled, finding the void cupboard and placed her carrier wave bags inside, upending them and pouring out the packets upon packets of instant ramen. She would survive. Not to any michelin quality. But she would survive.

Happy with the result of her outing she made herself a dowry, pouring the noodles into a bowl and finding, to her pleasure, a brace of chopsticks and returned to her bedroom, sitting at her desk and enjoying the meal. It was no take away pizza. But ramen reminded her of happier clock time at University.

She was just finishing her repast when she heard a yoke of keys rattling in the front door. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the Ernst Boris Chain and bolt. Given how important security was to Emily, she wondered if that would disconcert her.

scene her chopsticks down atop her hollow bowl she listened, hearing the string and deadbolts set into place and listened to the sound of footsteps walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

Damn.. visual aphasia let out a footling suspire and stood, walking over to her door, half grinning as she saw the two love mettle sticky note before opening the door, quick to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her work uniform, a white shirt with blazer, a stifle length black annulus with non-white leggings. Her hair tied back in a orderly ponytail and her looking glass richly on her nose, lips a rosy red with lip rouge. She held out a fateful, bulky package in front of her, a red ribbon tying it.

"Hey !"Emily said, sounding excited, then blushed a little toning herself down."Hey.. I wasn't sure you were in with the doorway as it was."she bit her lip and offered the parcel forward."I got you a housewarming present. Just to say hi, you know ?"

alexia looked down at the parcel, middle going panoptic. Just to say hi ? After all she had already done ?"Oh my.. Emily.. Thank you.. But I really can't.. You've done so much for me already.."she said, a piddling softly. She already felt hangdog enough. Emily was just too nice.

For a moment, Emily looked a little crestfallen, but pursed her rim, resolute !"A trade wind then !"then all but pushed the weighty parcel into word blindness's hands, who was forced to jumble to watch it, confused.

"I.. I do n't bear anything to.."she started to dissent but Emily cut her off.

"Ahha.."she said, smirking as she reached down, collecting alexia's used nightshirt from her clothes stack. Clutching the lightlessness shirt with the pink heart in her weapon system, smirking, turning and striding away from the gawping Alexia.

"Thank.. You ?"Alexia mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her room access again, eying the parcel and not really sure what to conceive. Clothes were in unforesightful supply and that shirt, her comfortable sleeping shirt would be missed. She set the box down on her desk, nudging her empty bowlful to one slope and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the flat, heard the privy door close and heard the shower turn on.

She sat herself down at her desk and tugged on the ribbon, watching it autumn to the floor and slowly lifted the lid off the parcel.

Alexia let out a sob and covered her backtalk with the backrest of her manus, staring down into the box, her eyes extensive, she was shaking, tears were rolling down her cheeks freely.

Inside the box was a newbie kit for painters. It was staple. It was elementary. It was so liberating.

Emily sighed happily as she dried herself down from her rain shower, pulling on some clothes and slinging the towel over a wake rack to dry. She unfurled and pulled her deoxyephedrine on before pulling out a hair dryer and brushing her hair out dry, tying it back into a ponytail. She set the drier down and stepped out into the corridor, practically into alexia's waiting clutches !

The secondment Emily stepped out of the lavatory word blindness wrapped her arms tightly around the woman, holding her last, the littler char 's head word pressed cosily between the ebony womans low breasts.

Emily let out a storm little squeak, moving her manus to rest them on Alexia's hips, then around to hug her back, agreement, smiling to herself as she held the taller adult female to her.

Alexia had stopped crying, but her cheeks were wet and she found herself sniffling a little as she held the shorter woman.

Emily eventually managed to pry herself to arms length after an panoptic, warm hug and smiled up at Alexia, noticing for the first time her tears. She pursed her back talk and lifted up a hand, wiping away the lead of teardrop and smiled."Like your present then ? .."

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you !"alexia tugged Emilly back into another hug, holding her for a few bit longer before letting her go, wiping her own eyes again as she sniffled pathetically and looked down at the missy. She was wearing Alexia's shirt, which looked far too big on her, and a pair of black panties. aught else ! word blindness blushed.

Emily beamed up happy and took word blindness by the hand and led her through the flat. Alexia looked down, at her dark hand in the cushy ardent soupiness of Emily's own. She couldn't help but look on her thick heart-shaped ass shift as she walked, Emily's soft thigh jiggling a trivial with each step.

Emily guided her to the lounge and pushed her pile. visual aphasia sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the girl walkway to the kitchenette, eyes fixed on her thick figure. Her wide-cut alcoholic thigh and diffuse bubbly ass making her shift in her seat, feeling her cock fuss in her drawers, despite having already seen to it once today.

Emily moved around the room, adjusting the ignition to make it dim, selecting a DVD from her assembling and moving to the TV, bending over to put it into her histrion. word blindness bit her lip as she stared at that sodding ass.

Emily stood and collected two wide glasses of red wine from the comeback, returning and handing one to visual aphasia, placing the nursing bottle down between them and settling down besides her on the couch.

Alexia sipped her vino and loved the full bodied smell. She was a bit of a wine-coloured cognoscente, she thought. She could definitely find hints of grape.

The motion-picture show was a sugariness romanticist clowning and they both relaxed, laughing along together, enjoying drinking glass after trash of red wine.

Before long visual aphasia found that Emily was in the crook of her arm, which she had around the girl 's berm as they cuddled, Emily's legs pulled up under her comfortably.

When the movie ended and the feeding bottle of red vacuous, split between them, neither of them were rummy. But they were certainly buzzing.

As the credit rating rolled across the screen, the empty glasses besides the empty bottle on the mesa Alexia looked down to Emily. Smiling at the cleaning woman as she looked up at visual aphasia, eyes spacious and adorable, looking at her curiously.

"Emily.. I.."

Emily leaned up suddenly and eagerly pressed her lips tight to Alexia's, kissing her hot, releasing an tension that Alexia hadn't noticed had been building between them, their mouth coming together in a burst of motion and desire.

alexia didn't miss a pulsation, kissing the short, sonsie woman with lustful desire, all the adoration, all the gratitude pouring out with her need to have positive human contact. She wanted to relish this girl, wanted to establish something with her, on a instauration of an dumbfound sex life.. She would show this adult female a good time.

Emily broke the candy kiss, panting softly and stood up, grabbing Alexia's hand and pull at the surprise girl, tugging her up and tugging her along.

"W-wait wha ?"Alexia stammered, confused.

"Shh come with me. I'm going to evidence you a skillful time.."

visual aphasia's oculus widened. This reserved, quiet librarian stealing her stemma before she'd even said it."But.."

"Shh !"Emily had a honest shush, well practiced at oeuvre. Alexia bit her tongue and stayed quiet as she was pulled along.

Emily pushed open the door to her room and pulled Alexia in, closing the door behind them with her butt.

alexia stood with her back to Emily's bed, facing her and the threshold, Emily leaned against the doorway, watching alexia with excite centre.

word blindness looked her cover anxiously,"..I"

Emily stepped forward and shoved Alexia, who let out a gasp ! She stumbled, caught off guard and fell backwards, arms flailing for something to snap up to stop her falling, hopelessly.

alexia landed on the bed with an,"dynamism ! ”, bouncing on the soft mattress and staring up at the ceiling, nictitation as she suddenly found herself horizontal.

"Wha-"alexia started, interrupted again by Emily's rim as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her voiced body down against her sable flatmate, kissing her and shuffling, guiding visual aphasia as she maneuvered her to lay down on the bed proper, school principal on the pillows, Alexia eagerly kissing the thicc, eager woman, entire delicious lips.

Emily naughtily tugged word blindness's hands up, above her head word, squirming as their tongues played between their rim, Emily's hands moving strangely under the pillow. There was a strange clicking noise. enough of this..

visual aphasia made to roll over, looking to take her location back on top where she belonged, in flush and in dominance, but she gasped ! Falling back onto her back. She looked up confused at the char on top of her, who smirked playfully, raising an eyebrow. Alexia tilted her head back looking up at her wrists. Pink downy cuff bound her wrists around a steel pole that made up part of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handlock, wiggling, finger trying to prod at the cuffs. She looked to Emily and opened her oral fissure to speak, and had a pillow dropped over her face.

"..What are you.."

"You do like to blab do n't you.."Emily said in a sing song voice as she climbed off of Alexia.

word blindness lay there, shaking her head, but ineffective to dislodge the pillow. She could take a breather, but she couldn't see, couldn't knock the pillow from her face. She felt her heart racing. Only able to just listen. She heard cloth, heard walking, heard more clothes and a thrashing. After a long while she felt Emily again sitting on her crotch, straddling her, sitting up on top of her.

Alexia froze and felt a hand tracing up her shirt, a pressure on the pillow and it was pulled free people. alexia blinked up, imbibition in the sight of Emily in the dimmed light.

She still wore her glasses, her lips painted a bright fornicatress red, but for the beginning clip the thick charwoman had let her long disconsolate fuzz down, it cascaded down her shoulders and across her bare chest. She was wearing more clothes, but in terms of seclusion they covered less. She wore thigh high melanize leather boots laced up the front and a pitch blackness corset that started above her smooth kitty-cat and finished below her breasts, making her seem all the more curl, accentuating her pelvis and full soft tit while making her waist seem quite lilliputian. visual aphasia noted too, with some surprise that her nipples were pierced with studded barbells. In one hand, dangling from the smirking womanhood manus was a ballgag.

"Say ahhh.."she said, her vocalization soft and teasing.

"... I think I figured out what the catch i-mmph ! ~"Alexia was cut off by the bag placed between her teeth, feeling Emily's hands behind her headspring, tying the gag to her, dominating her.

"Remember what I said about judging a leger by its cover ? I wasn't talking about you, sweetness."She teased.

After she had tied the ballgag in station she sat back up and let out a subdued narrow escape of surprise, peering over her shoulder and down. alexia's stopcock was straining at her trousers, desperate to be released. Emily giggled, pressing her thick bare ass back against the bulge, warmly.

"Ooooh hello there.. Do n't you look fun.."she grinned looking backwards as word blindness arched her backrest eagerly, trying to push her gibbousness up against the soft concession ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her butt just out of grasp."One minute.. I just have to mm.. Check these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slide up word blindness's torso, burying word blindness's facial expression between the heavy easygoing mounds that were her plump knocker, pressing her elbows together as she toyed pointlessly with the cuffs, pretending to look into them as she smothered word blindness with her entire creamy breasts, caressing the woman 's face with her plush tits. She leaned to the face some, dragging her hard studded teat across the spread lip of visual aphasia, leaning down, pressing her nerve deep into one of her bosom, smothering her nozzle and depriving her of air.

"Mmm.. It looks okay.."she said curiously as Alexia started to mewl and wriggle. After a few farseeing moments Emily leaned up and smirked, looking down at her as she sat up again, straddling her stomache."You okay ? .."

visual aphasia breathed hard through her intrude and stared up at Emily, her cheeks reddened hot, her cock painfully erect. She nodded, nodded desperately.

"trade good girl.."she purred and reached down to word blindness's waist, tugging up her shirt to reveal Alexia's bra clad breasts, biting her lip as she reached down, squeezing one."Oooh they're nice.. Once my strapon arrives I ca n't wait to check them bounce.."she blinked up and laughed at Alexia's verbalism,"Don't worry.. I'm getting ahead of myself.."

She started to crawl down unbuckling Alexia's pants and hooked her riff underneath both the trouser and the womans boxershorts, dragging them down decelerate, kissing at her dark ebony second joint as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative minuscule,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the huge night shaft sprang free of her packer, pointing straight up eagerly, a tricksy track of pre coating one half of the tip where the fabric of her boxers had smeared it. As tempting as it was to stop there and then to focus on the rooster she continued to kiss downwards, pulling the gasp off completely and discarding them on the floor, messily. Without folding them. Alexia realised just how much hassle she might be in.

With her wooden leg barren Alexia eagerly parted them, allowing Emily easygoing admission as she started to slowly kiss up the other leg, lying between the Diospyros ebenum womans thigh, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her dark gaze onto the cock before her, digit nudging her glassful up into place as she studied the midst, throbbing shaft, tracing her fingertips with a feathering light touch down from the semi silklike tip, down the veiny textured barb to gently cup under her nut, lifting and weighing them, leaning into impart them each a soft cherubic candy kiss with her plush lips leaving a red lipstick chump on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly pull her tongue up the underside of her putz, only using the loose of contact with only the very tip of her tongue causing Alexia to squirm her hips from side to side eagerly, looking down at the devilish girl as she cruelly teased her turncock.

"I 've got programme for you tonight.."She said, part low and sultry."But I want you to cognise what 's in store for you in the future.."That sounded ominous to alexia, who found herself staring back down at those hungry eyes.

Emily proceeded to fold her eyes and lowered her shoulders, pushing her head down. Her plush red lips parted to occupy the thick, pre coated tip into the hot, wet luxury of her mouth. word blindness letting out an appreciative moan as she squirmed, wanting more.

Emily provided. She did n't stop, her brain moving down, her consistency arching up. alexia stared in amazement as her thick black rod of her cock filled the girl 's sassing. But Emily still did n't slow, did n't stop, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the dark veiny length, lip stretched around her cock to fit her girth.

Alexia watched as she felt the amazing sensations engulf her, felt it press into the hot niggardliness of the little nerdy blanched girls throat.

She could n't think what she was seeing. Without gagging, choking or even pausing, Emily effortlessly took The full dark shaft into her mouth and throat, her creamy white cervix bulging obscenely, as she kissed the origin of her shaft, pausing briefly before she pulled her lips back up her hammer, sucking as she moved before it popped gratuitous of her lips. Emily had left a red gang of lip rouge around the base of word blindness's cock.

Here was the collar. The hole. The surprise she knew had been waiting for her in some word form. Her plane mate was a sexual junky. Demure and conservative during the day, and.. Whatever the inferno this was at night.

Alexia was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a mouthful of spit, biting her lower lip with self satisfied glee, a swath of dour brown hair covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the hard iniquity scape in her minuscule Patrick Victor Martindale White hands, massaging the slipperiness, spit coated appendage as she leaned forward, a soft groan escaping her lips as she started to rub her own wet, slick pussy against the undersurface of Alexia's hard cock.

"A-ah.. screwing that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, smooth pussy against the steely shaft, a hand moving to cup, press and squeeze her own heavy pliable breast, plucking at the nipple.

Alexia watched entranced at the show, watching the softness of the knocker springiness to the pressure of the girl 's fingers as she kneaded the heavy tit, she watched the solid breast leaping and settle as she pulled her strong, pierced tit out only to release them, the orbs bounce and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her knees, looking up at Alexia with a teasing niggling lusty look as she rubbed the tip of the big Negro prick to her wet pussycat. word blindness's centre widened, she wasn't wearing protection !

"Cnun ! ! Cnun ! !"she whimpered through the gag, writhing her rosehip from side to side a little.

Emily giggled softly, shaking her top dog."You do n't need a prophylactic sweetness.. And do n't you get hold it feels so much better without ? .."

Emily shuffled forward a couple of inches and word blindness moaned, feeling her throbbing cock settle between the pillow like globes of Emily ass. She looked up at the young char, completely at her impulse and not minding it one bit.

Emily bit her lip and leaned back, her hand tracing around her own hip to pass on between her ass cheek. She concentrated for a moment, gripping word blindness's rooster by the spear and wriggled, squirming as she pressed the thick mushroom tip of her flatmates cock against her already lubricated backdoor.

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the thick tip stretchability her picayune golf hole, plugging her and moved her hands to rest on alexia's waist, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so a great deal comfortably than a imitation one.."she sighed and closed her eye, tilting her fountainhead back as she sat down.

alexia tried to watch over but found her eyes rolling back and her head lolling at the incredible delight that now controlled every nerve ending in her body.

Emily knew what she was doing and she was, it seemed, well practiced. She panted eagerly as she lowered herself, inch after column inch, as with her throat, without paused and hesitation until she had hilted every exclusive inch of Alexia's throbbing meaty tool into her crocked little ass, grinding her thick white cheeks against visual aphasia's thigh as she gyrated her hips, feeling the monumental cock shimmy and run inside of her.

It felt so honorable, so amazing she wanted to snap up her by the hips, roll her over and just take her like an animal.

Emily had taken every inch of visual aphasia's thick cock into her ass with ease, but that didn't make it find any lupus erythematosus fuddled, any to a lesser extent wonderfully hot and wet around her needy cock.

Emily started slow, focusing more on the forwards and backwards gyration of her pelvis as opposed to simply bouncing up and down, slowly working forward and up, the cock sliding almost absolve of her tight pleasant-tasting ass before she would press back and down, letting it sink back into her eager experienced love hole.

She moved slowly, like waves lapping on a beach, pushing out, then drawing in, the movement of her pelvis hypnotic as she moved.

It was torturously slow for visual aphasia as she moaned, her disturbance distinctly muffled by the ball gag in her rima oris. She could n't make it any more !

As Emily once again slip forward off her cock, as she started to agitate back alexia snapped her hips up, driving her cock into the woman in an instant, causing her to gasp in a mix of startled hurting and pleasure.

Alexia started to go against her pelvis faster, driving her stopcock hard and fast up into the young lady as Emily leaned back, gasping and panting loudly as the sudden pelter of hard inscrutable driving force assaulted her, her duncish ass audibly clapping, her round breasts bouncing on her chest.

alexia was in heaven, she could do this for hours, she could ..."Mmmmf ! !"She whined through the gag as a sharp pain surged through her, making her stop.

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the cock as she recovered from sudden ebullition, the fingers of one helping hand wrapped around Alexia's junky. Not squeezing them to have pain, but any jerking motion by visual aphasia would extract on them.

"A-ah.. Fuck.. That 's what I get ... For not tying your ankle down ... I suppose."She said between pants, Looking down at the Alexia, who writhed in a throw mix of torture and ecstasy.

"You 're going to stay still and let me have my fun.. Or I 'm going to put a rubberband around your putz and depend on you until I get bored."She ordered, sternly,"Understand ?"

Somehow visual aphasia got the effect that ‘ until she got bored'was synonymous with ‘ dawn ’. Despite how much part of her treasured that, her overriding need to cum meant she found herself nodding vigorously, spittle trailing down her nerve as it leaked from around her gag.

"Good.. But I can see you clearly are n't satisfied with my electric current tempo.."She smirked,"Maybe a better sight ? Do n't think I never caught you watching.."

Emily released the fille sensitive nuts and without missing a metre rotated herself while still filled with Alexia's throbbing cock. She sat now in turnaround cowgirl, her hands resting on Alexia's second joint and her back arched, displaying her midst, affection shaped ass in all its resplendence to Alexia.

Moaning a little Emily reached back, sinking her fingertips into the mildness of her ass and pulled her brass apart, displaying the girls formerly tiny little star.

alexia might throw a one-sided thought, but she thought Emily 's perfect thick dirty money looked all the ameliorate for being impaled on her ebony spear.

Emily started to locomote again, up and down, sliding the midst rooster in and out of her hot little dead body, working the pole with long fluid movement, cheeks spread to indulge Alexia in the show.

For several transactions word blindness maintained the display, alternating the f number of her criminally luxuriant movements, the pacing building and building until word blindness started to draw close, on the sceptre of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but stop, her movements becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it live, edging her.

As travail began to run down the creamy skin of Emily, doubtless starting to make her corset and boots a little less than comfortable she switched her position, her thigh burning from the workout.

Panting, she turned again, leaning over Alexia and pressing her titty to the dark fair sex 's own through her bra, almost coming up eye to eye, but just a slight too short circuit for that. She bit her lip, her hair disheveled and stared into the thirst crazed gaze of her lover.

"Fuck me."She commanded, hands slipping under visual aphasia axillary fossa, fingers holding onto her shoulders, knowing what was coming, bracing herself.

Alexia did not involve telling twice. Her workforce gripping the steel pole to which she was bounds, her feet digging into the mattress to devote her purchase and she started to forge herself up into the girl, the sounds of her hips crashing to the girls thighs and butt was matched only by Emily's sudden unabashed watchword, tawdry squeaks without form or word, each laborious smasher seemingly to drive another one out of the girl, and Alexia would not slow down.

Emily stared down at visual aphasia, her tongue lolling as her ass was pounded, surd and rougher than she had ever fucked herself with any of her toys the girls thrusts so brutal she felt her ass cheeks beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the constant hot, fully whiz of visual aphasia 's cock felt so fucking good, her miserable niggling ring was on flame, stretched too big, fucked too grueling. But that just served to pretend it feel better, more perverse and so much Sir Thomas More pleasurable.

"Harder, harder, harder ! ! !"Emily found her cries becoming, a constant plea for more, needing to feed a growing addiction to her flatmates slab of stocky bleak cock.

word blindness found it unimaginable to go any faster or harder as she had gone from zero to full choke the second she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't care, she could finger her steely turncock throbbing, pulsation, could feel the undulation of joy reaching higher and higher, feeling a familiar. Imminent pressure build.

The wave of her pleasure reached its crown and flew through the distributor point of no return, she drove herself to the hilt, whimpering through spittle around the gag as she sheathed herself in this deprived phat assed blank girl, throwing her mind back and arching her binding as she began to drain her balls into her, her sacque vellication, her bureau heaving.

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling heartbeat after pulse of hot cum pour into her abused hole, biting her teeth into alexia exposed cervix, instinctively displaying her ascendence over the miss as she felt her ass filled with copious total of the woman 's thick seed.

The torrent of cum slowed to pelt then to a dribble as Emily bit into her neck, suckling intemperately and leaving a love sharpness ringed by a annulus of red lip rouge, squeezing her finger's breadth against Alexia's shoulder joint, holding her tight.

They lay there, Emily collapsed on top of Alexia as her shaft was milked dry by the squeezing bunghole around it, greedily swallowing every last bead of cum it could.

As they lay in the afterglow panting, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her script to look down at alexia, the womanhood 's putz starting to soften inside her as Emily reached up and removed Alexias gag, tossing it to one side, letting her pull in her number 1 unobstructed intimation in seemingly an age.

"A-ah ! Ah.. Emily.. I.. I think I love.. ”, word blindness found again Emily 's finger pushed to her brim, muting her. alexia backtalk were wet, but she looked better than Emily did. Her hairsbreadth splayed out in a typically sexy deal, her makeup smeared and her cream tegument flushed.

"Me too.."

Emily gently pushed her finger into the woman 's sass, hooking it at the position and leaned in kissing her, very, very possessive..