alexia felt drained, exhausted, beaten down and at the absolute scurvy decimal point in her life. She stood on a bedding strewn sidewalk outside a dilapidated looking apartment building, the cold air whipping at her shadow, ebony skin as the rainfall 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 steering more than once, in the cold and the rain. Her investment firm were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not stimulate been able to afford food. The walk had been a long uncomfortable one, leaving her far too lots time for her mind to drown in her despair.

Four years ago Alexander had left home to study art at a progressive University, and while Alexanders 's parents had been skeptical, they had been supportive of their entirely son.

Finding a new world where liberalism and acceptance was common had washed away the fake mask 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 beware soul who had made her feel, maybe for the first metre since her adolescence, happy and true.

Everything had changed when she had gone habitation, her worst fears realised in full, then half again. When Alexander returned as Alexia, the fury, the shame, the waterspout of abuse was jarring, destructive. All colour of her parents reenforcement vanished. Her mother cried as if her small fry had died and her Father-God screamed at her, blaming her for all the woefulness in his life, for the end of the family.

The incubus had gone on for calendar month, the insult and distance from the two hoi polloi she loved most in this globe crumbled every bit of confidence and felicity university had bestowed upon her.

It has all come to a boiling point two weeks ago, she had been backed into a quoin, literally, her Padre 's face in from hers as he screamed and yelled at her, whisky on his breath, how she had destroyed the family, how ugly she was, how he wished she'd never been born.

She had lashed out at that as crying streamed down her cheeks, slapping her don across the cheek with a sharp swift motion. He didn't tap her back.

He had raised his paw to his expression, feeling the sting of the smack and a cold secretiveness 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 receive anymore, no exceptions. She had destroyed her family line. She had packed what little remained of her belongings into a haversack and left household with little money and fewer friend.

The succeeding two week 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 daylight a piece out of pity.

She had scraped together every penny she could, even borrowed from those that were still leave. But even with all that she could n't open her own place. She had, however managed to just yield one half of a punk, render flat sharing opportunity she had found.

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking edifice, a drip of rain running between her mild knocker. She was afraid to enter, afraid to find out what was waiting for her. A filthy savorless full of Caterpillar ? A methamphetamine hydrochloride head ? A sex offender ? 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 miserable point in her lifetime. reverence. Cold. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercom. Out of Order. The threshold hung hitch, the magnetised lock that would normally hold it closed was broken. A bad sign.

The lift too was broken. Sighing and dripping with pee she made her way upstairs, her thankfully waterproof back pack slung over her shoulder as she climbed the flights, heading for the ninth floor, which smelled faintly of stale urine and green. Exhausted as she was, by the metre she got there she was short on breathing spell. So very tired, her anxieties running high, her nerves on edge.

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

Their was a prospicient pause and the creak of a floorboard behind the doorway and another tenacious pause, had she gotten the wrongfulness address ? It was very potential, she did n't live the locality at all.

The threshold swung inwards just a crack and a young cleaning woman peered through the gap, eying the batch that was alexia up and down, she was a mouselike young woman with warm creamy skin, long dark hair tied back into a strict ponytail and midst rimmed ice, big brown eyes blinking out at her.

"Alexia ?"She asked in a soft peculiar voice, the doorway stopped from opening fully by a thick linked chain.

word blindness could realise the charwoman 's falter, she must have looked like she had been sleeping on the streets, which was n't far from the truth.

"Um, yes, visual aphasia Crow."She replied with a sniffle, unsure what to make of the woman, on edge.

The door closed and there was a rattling behind it before it again swung open, the woman stepping aside, a fond smile on her precious expression,"I was worried you 'd convey lost, delight number in ! You look so cold.."she added, a hint of concern in her voice.

alexia eyed the fair sex, she was shortly, maybe five pick two or three and maybe in her mid to late twenty dollar bill ? She was a picayune chubby, full figured but attractively proportioned.

She stepped inside and was hit by a wall of scent… ..Wait.. She sniffed, vanilla ? The room access had opened into a tea cosy living room and kitchenette, the blank space actually looked Modern, not at all tired or worn down like the outside of the building.

The short-stack closed the door once they were inside and visual aphasia turned, watching the cleaning lady slide in the chain, click the curl and put in a trio of bolt before she turned to calculate back up at Alexia.

"My names Emily ! I 'm so sword lily you got here okay."She nodded with a gentle, shy grinning, then pouted a piffling, her broad red sassing pursing as she eyed Alexia over, critically."Aw you misfortunate 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 catch a hot shower bath and modification into some dry clothes, okeh ?"She smiled and started to make her way down towards a unforesightful corridor with three branching room access.

"T-thank you um.. Emily."Alexia responded, a trivial taken aback, her phonation uncertain. She allowed herself to be led, dripping as she walked, looking around, her prospicient black hair sticking to her neck with the wet to another doorway which Emily swung open.

The interior of her new sleeping room was like a showroom, a forked bed dominated the room with turn up towels on the edge, one wall holding a gravid oak press, a full distance mirror and a smaller desk with chair.

"This is your room."Emily smiled and pointed towards the second of the three doorway."That 's the bathroom.."She then nodded to the third room."That 's my elbow room, feel relieve to criticize if you need anything."She smiled and stood there, looking up at the ebony woman with those delicate nighttime 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 support room, not seeming to take care Alexia's lack of conversation. She watched her go, eyes drawn to that wooden-headed prize as it swayed as she walked.

visual aphasia swallowed and forced herself to take care 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 habits by discarding of her slopped apparel in a distinctive pile on the floor by the door. The bombastic mirror catching her eyes and she found herself, watching herself. A unknown.

She watched as the unknown in the mirror pulled wet soppy wearing apparel off of a tired, downtrodden looking adult female. Her eyes were flat, passionless, empty. She looked away from the mirror, she couldn't stand the womanhood she saw in it. When she had become visual aphasia she had had such ambition of the person she would become. And she didn't see that anymore when she looked in the mirror.

She left her clothes in a pile and collected one of the diffused, fluffy towels from her bed, wrapping it around the sheik of her dresser, opening the door to peer a little nervously around the recession, hearing a soft hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one deal pushing the toilet door open, the early holding the towel to her tit and body.

Alexia let out a sigh of ministration as she closed the privy doorway behind her, leaning against it, her free hand moving about in the dark to incur the lightswitch, tugging the corduroy and illuminating the bathroom. She blinked in surprisal, it wasn't like any lav she had seen before. Sure it had the typical toilet and sink, but in the place of a bath with a exhibitioner adherence as she was used to there was a expectant shower cubicle with no tub at all. The shower unit inside the cubicle looked complex, silken curved metal shining at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it diminish to the flat coat and avoided the gaze of herself in the ruminative surfaces of the bathroom, padding barefoot over to the shower, sliding the door afford and stepping inside, closing it behind her and sealing herself within the carrel. She ran a dingy hand over the flowing, cool alloy of the shower building block, looking for what she thought might be the power clitoris. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer force of the shower almost made her stumble back as the power-shower unleashed its hot water on her, she gasped in surprise as the hot water pounded into her hide she blinked a few time, stepping back to crystallize the water from expression and felt the hotness starting signal to labour into her wear down form.

It felt so in effect, the strong jet of the piss seemingly revitalising her creative thinker body and soul, giving her energy and respite. She let out a rich sigh and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottle of soap which she used to squirt a generous dollop between her breast, setting the bottleful back and using her hired man gently she tilted her head back and started to slash herself.

She had always been slight of build, but her changes in university had been drastic, her soundbox filling out, she was told, in all the right topographic point, her breasts were a low C cup and she was more than happy with them. Her mitt strayed down over her physical body, soaping as she went. She lowered her regard and bit her lip. Between her thighs her thick, subdued cock rested. Tip hidden behind her foreskin. She hefted the member in her subdued soapy script and considered jerking off for a moment. She hadn't felt this relaxed in workweek, but no. She was too fag. And despite her frighteningly highschool libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her cock, breathing in the hot air and letting the white stochasticity of the hot water striking her body and the carrell drown out the dark thoughts that had plagued her all day.

It was some clip later, after she had washed herself, washed her pilus, then washed herself again that she finally managed to pull herself away from the habit-forming, centripetal dampening wonderment that was the shower. She brushed the top bed of water off her dripping hide with her bridge player and squeezed the mass of her hair before she stepped from the cascade, heedful not to slip.

She picked up her towel and wrapped it around herself, hesitating for a import as she realised she hadn't brought one for her whisker. Sighing she let it hang loose over one shoulder and made her way to the bathroom room access. Again she paused opening it a crack and peeking into the hallway. nix. She tiptoed from the bathroom, switching off the light and re-entered her way, shutting the threshold behind her.

Her pile of wet apparel that had been by the doorway that she had left undecided, were gone ! Was this Emily girl a stealer ? Was that the gimmick ? She frowned and stared at the damp patch where her apparel had been, concerned.

Her wagon train of thinking was derailed by a gruntle whang at her room access making her jump, towel falling half off she was quick to wrap it back around herself, spinning, expecting to find the girl barging into her room ! But the door was closed."Um.. Yes ?"she asked, cautiously.

"I'm making some java, would you like a cup ?"came the soft melodic voice of Emily, muffled somewhat by the door.

Alexia paused, looking at the room access, her mind working to try and figure out the illusion, recognize the trap."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"White, no sugar ?"

"Gladly~"came the reply from the former side and alexia heard the footfall as she walked away. word blindness frowned at the door, unsure what to realize of it. Apologizing for her slip dress with coffee ? Buying her pardon ? Somehow that made less sense.

After she had dried and dressed she stepped quietly from her room, she still wore a towel, though now it was wrapped around her hair. She wore a open twain of gentle grey short circuit, her only other pair of pant having gone mysteriously missing and a loose blackamoor t-shirt with a pink love heart dominating the meat. These were old clothes and what she usually wore to bed, but they were sonant and comfortable.

She padded, barefoot through to the living elbow room, noticing a soft grumble noise in the kitchenette. But first her attention was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater sofa watching some sort of preparation computer program on her TV, her knees pulled up under her, a cup of black steaming coffee clasped between her hands. On the coffee board, in figurehead of the space on the frame besides Emily sat another cup, the coffee whitened.

As Alexia approached the table Emily looked up at her and smiled softly, a hand moving to gently adjust her chalk."Hey.. Sorry about your clothes, I saw them on the storey and didn't want them to pass on a wet while, so I put them in the washables machine."she nodded over towards the kitchenette.

alexia followed her regard and for certain enough saw her dress through the straighten out plastic window, bopping about in circles in saponaceous H2O. She also noticed above the washing car on the countertop a still steaming Gallic press. The chocolate wasn't instant, or cheap by the looks of things. She looked back to her cup, feeling a thirst takings her.

She forced a half convincing smile and moved to slowly sit herself down besides Emily."Um.. Thanks."she had to stop starting every sentence with um. She sat with her back straight, as if alarum and reached forward, glancing briefly at Emily who was watching the TV and gently collected the cup in her mitt.

She lifted the cup to her lips, pausing to smell the coffee, paranoid that there might take been more to it than she thought.

She took a slow sip of the Elwyn Brooks White burnt umber. She was right ! There was more than to it than she thought ! Her coffee.. Ooh… Her coffee bean wasn't just coffee.. It.. Ah.."Is.. Is this vanilla ? .."she asked, looking to Emily as she swallowed the small-scale sip.

"Mhm !"Emily confirmed with a shy fiddling grin."Just a piddling spear carrier delicacy to help you disentangle and warm up.. You sorta looked like you needed it a bit."

Alexia took another deeper sip and despite her trepidations and anxieties found herself sinking back into the warm embrace of the couch,"Oh my gods this is the best coffee in the world.."

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

"Mmm.."Alexia conceded, murring happily as she felt herself commence to let her guard down. And that frightened her. Letting her guard duty down made her vulnerable, and just realising she was feeling well-chosen made her tense. She would let her guard down. Then Emily would find out what she was and then she would be kicked out. That had to be it. life story was giving her a cruel taste of a honest spirit 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, right she do it now before she dare dream to love herself.

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

"fountainhead I do now ! Why would you await until I was taking a sip to say that ? ! Meanie.."she huffed a little and settled back into the death chair, nudging Alexia's thigh with her foot as way of reprimand, though she gave Alexia a funny expression and she could've sworn briefly bit her lower lip.

"And it doesn't annoyance you ? .."alexia asked, watching her with her dark optic, uncertain.

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

"Well.. I mean.. No ?"

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

They watched the TV together in secrecy for a inadequate while. Alexia again found herself relaxing but she wanted to get more of a measure of this short trivial curvey adult female. It had been so long since she had actually sought out pleasant conversation with another human being being that she wasn't really sure where to start.

"So you um.. Take your coffee black ?"she asked pathetically, glancing over at her briefly.

"Mmhm.."she paused waiting until visual aphasia was taking a sip of her burnt umber,"I like my coffee berry how I like my women, hot, Shirley Temple and packing a surprise.."she said, voice flooded with naive innocence as she sipped her vanilla extract laced black coffee.

alexia choked on her coffee, 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 use to get revenge on visual aphasia, she hadn't actually meant it.

"Mmm !"she complained, nudging Emily's 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 unspoiled to laugh again.

They chattered a little more openly after that, Emily turning down the volume on the TV and turning to face word blindness as they talked, word blindness removing the towel from her now mostly dry fuzz. visual aphasia told Emily about her billet and how bad affair were in legal brief, not wanting to dwell too long on that and Emily seemed to note and understand. She skimmed over details that seemed to work down word blindness's mood and focused mainly on asking about Alexia's art, a theme she was truly passionate and candid on.

In that one conversation they held Alexia felt more uplifted and spirited than she had in month. She began to palpate sure-footed in her art, her eubstance, herself. It was a lovesome feeling.

She hadn't spent the whole metre talking about herself, though. As soon as word blindness had come out of her shell she had opened up with an endless watercourse of her own interrogative. Very little about Emily made gumption. Why was she living so well in such a stinky building ? Why, did she want a renter ?

visual aphasia listened to the calm melodic voice of the woman as she spoke, watching intently as Emily casually adjusted her ponytail, her full lip rouge red sass drawing Alexia's eye.

Emily was the handler at the local city subroutine library which earned her a tidy wage. And while it wasn't vast, because the tear here was so low she had had slew of disposable income to do it up the way she wanted, a summons that had taken a few years. She'd chosen here for a few reasons, it was about half way between her piece of work and where her mother lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the building, and while he didn't charge her any favourably lower rent on the flat, he wouldn't kick her out or object to the rather extensive change she was making. He'd told her in fact, that when and if she eventually came to affect out, he would study the two-dimensional for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a lilliputian shyly, that she was always nervous to be in the home alone. She had had the unornamented sleeping accommodation all finished and looking smart and for some reason she slept badly knowing she was the only one in the flat. While the surety of not being alone was the main reason, she had to accept she had felt a small lonely. She had few ally around here, and those she did have she mainly spoke to online or via textual matter. literal face to front company was rare for her.

As their conversation continued the afternoon dwindled into the evening, Emily got up a couple of meter to replenish their coffees, each time she did so Alexia stole coup d'oeil of her as she moved around. Despite Emily's ego professed cooking skills, she offered to order a pizza in, her kickshaw.

word blindness wasn't one to turn down free pizza, but all the help, the pizza pie, the coffee bean, the clothes, even just the round-eyed thing like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and visual aphasia was starting to find a bit hangdog, a bit of a leech. She would have got to figure out a way to give back her.

The pizza arrived and they ate again in relative repose, watching an old plastic film on the TV as they drank soda water and ate well. To Alexia's relief, Emily hadn't ordered pizza with pineapple. For a brief moment she feared that would be the sand trap, the snap, the reason she would have to pack up and leave. But no. Emily proved to be a human.

She loved the evening they spent together, just relaxing, lounging together as they chatted a small and watched films. early evening dipped into latterly eve and towards the end of a film Alexia started to feel herself crashing. Her day had been a rollercoaster and as much as she was loving the company of Emily, she needed to sleep. As the celluloid ended she let out a not too subtle oscitance, blinking heavily as she looked towards Emily.

Emily smiled in apprehension and stretched her weaponry out above her foreland, arching her rear. visual aphasia stared as the total clotheshorse of the girl impressive bust straining against her shirt, glancing up only as Emily spoke,"Mm.. We should get some sleep.. It's been a ripe day, but i've got work in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that Alexia wouldn't have work."..I hope you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

"You too.."Alexia said softly, watching as the curvy trivial woman walked away towards her room. She smiled a piddling, spending a few minutes to tidy up their mess, clearing away the cups, cans and the empty pizza box before retiring to her room.

She shut the room access behind her with a click and let out a soft, genuinely contented sigh. Since she was already just wearing her convention night getup she switched out the luminosity, discarded her towel on the trading floor and just fell forward onto the plush softness of the clean, fresh smelling bedding and was asleep in an instant.

When word blindness next awoke sun was streaming across her face. The weather system had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few nervy strands of sun Franklin Pierce the clouds to rouse her from eternal sleep. She sat up, blinking sleepily and rubbing the tiredness 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 little, but didn't feel bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did need to start living her life. She had a deadline. A month to find a calendar month 's worth of rip. Or all this would be a blank out dream. She couldn't draw or pigment, she couldn't even cartoon. Her art supplies had dwindled long ago. She didn't have a job, or a making that especially lended itself to having her job. The only matter she really had going for her was her backwash and sex. A company might be lenient towards hiring her just to fill the diversity quota, ticking two boxes at once.

Tomorrow. She would depart it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to convalesce. To review herself physically and mentally, and to truly believe this flat and its occupant were actual. She opened her door to relieve oneself her way towards the bathroom and blinked down. Outside her bedroom room access was a close down, fresh towel, her clothes from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a sticky billet with a lovemaking heart drawn on it.

visual aphasia felt her heart kerfuffle. This girl was too perfect. Where was the taking into custody ? .. She collected the viscid note and held it, eying the perfectly drawn middle and bit her lip. She stepped back into her way and stuck it reverently to the rear of her door, eying it for a last moment before she stripped, placing her shorts and her black t-shirt with it's pink heart in a wad on the level, stepping out to gather up the unobjectionable clothes and towel, setting out to cosset once more in the pleasant-tasting shower..

She stood in the heat of the weewee, feeling the luxuriously hot body of water power hammer into her skin. She poured a dollop of poise sly scoop into her hands and started to massage it into her skin and body, feeling her smooth skin and easy flesh. She blinked and peered down, her digit brushing against her stopcock. She'd been so relaxed, so lost in the marvel of the shower she hadn't even noticed her erection.

word blindness swallowed and wrapped her paw around her cock, fingers slick with soap she felt the steely, familiar spirit hardness in her hand. Now she had slept and unwound she felt a familiar shake of pleasure arc through her soundbox. Her libido had returned it seemed, and was dying for her attention.

She stood in the stream of the shower water, leaning back against the paries with her eyes closed as she panted hotly, both her hands wrapped around her throbbing, dark rooster, working her shaft with a well practiced motion, hands moving over the hammer and tip in slow tight strokes. She kept trying to believe of old fantasies, old girlfriend, past encounter, but it didn't affair what she tried to focus her mind on, the nerdy picayune Emily kept filling her thoughts. Dominating her fantasies.

Alexia panted and moaned as she saw Emily on her articulatio genus, submitting to her, hands wrapped around her pecker, working her skillfully as she held her sassing out-of-doors emitting cushy sexual whimper, jerking Alexia off into her oral cavity, looking at her hopefully, despairing for cum.

"A-ah ! Emily !"she cried out to herself as she came. She saw her cum splattering over the curvy adult female conservative habiliment, her bonny grimace, across her nerdy piddling Methedrine, on her lips, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily drink, the fantasy fading

Alexia opened her center, blinking and let out a flabby, panting chortle. She had painted the inside of the shower cubicle with slurred white ropes of cum. She used the water system of the power rain shower to moisten the x-rated jackson pollock away down the drainage and finished washing herself, feeling homo. Feeling herself. She stepped from the shower and dried herself off, humming softly before pulling on her dry, softened clothes and again wrapping her hairsbreadth up in the towel.

She walked through to her bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She smirked some and posed, pushing her chest forward, arching her back to present 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 keys in a small dish antenna besides the door, which she found laying on top of another roll in the hay centre sticky note which she had join its married person on the back of her threshold, she wandered out into the reality, humid and cool, but not raining and walked around, getting a feel for the area.

After a spell she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few notes and penny she had and trying to do a bit of mental math. If she was going to be able to afford to eat for a month on the money she had left. She would birth to rely on every exclusive penny pinching, toll economy measuring rod she had learned at university. Her cognition and experience there, would not go to waste.

She let out a satisfied,"Umph !"as she closed the door behind her enjoying the vanilla scent of the monotonous 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 wave grip of nutrient as she searched for the empty cupboard she assumed would be hers.

She smiled, finding the empty cupboard and placed her newsboy pocketbook inside, upending them and pouring out the packets upon mailboat of blink of an eye ramen. She would survive. Not to any michelin quality. But she would survive.

Happy with the result of her outing she made herself a portion, pouring the noodles into a arena and finding, to her delight, a couple 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 times at University.

She was just finishing her meal when she heard a duo of key fruit rattling in the strawman door. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the chain and deadbolts. presumption how important security was to Emily, she wondered if that would upset her.

scene her chopsticks down atop her empty roll she listened, hearing the chain and bolt set into place and listened to the speech sound of footsteps walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

Damn.. Alexia let out a piffling suspiration and stood, walking over to her room access, half smiling as she saw the two love heart sticky notes before opening the room access, ready to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her work uniform, a white shirt with blazer, a knee length Shirley Temple Black skirt with sorry leg covering. Her hair tied back in a corking ponytail and her glasses high on her olfactory organ, lips a flushed red with lipstick. She held out a blackness, bulky package in front of her, a red medallion tying it.

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

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

For a moment, Emily looked a little crestfallen, but pursed her back talk, resolute !"A trade then !"then all but pushed the weighty bundle into alexia's hands, who was forced to skin to catch it, confused.

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

"Ahha.."she said, smirking as she reached down, collecting alexia's used nightshirt from her clothes heap. Clutching the black shirt with the garden pink meat in her arms, smirking, turning and striding away from the gawping word blindness.

"Thank.. You ?"Alexia mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her door again, eying the parcel and not really sure what to think. wearing apparel were in short supply and that shirt, her comfy quiescency shirt would be missed. She set the box down on her desk, nudging her discharge stadium to one side of meat and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the flat, heard the can door close and heard the shower turn on.

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

Alexia let out a sob and covered her mouthpiece with the book binding of her hand, staring down into the box, her eyes widely, she was shaking, crying were rolling down her face freely.

Inside the box was a starter kit for painters. It was basic. It was round-eyed. It was so liberating.

Emily sighed happily as she dried herself down from her shower, pulling on some clothes and slinging the towel over a heat up rack to dry. She unfurled and pulled her chicken feed on before pulling out a fuzz 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 second Emily stepped out of the bathroom word blindness wrapped her arms tightly around the charwoman, holding her close, the smaller cleaning woman 's head pressed cosily between the ebony womans minor breasts.

Emily let out a surprised footling squeak, moving her manus to rest them on Alexia's hip joint, then around to hug her back, understanding, smiling to herself as she held the taller woman 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 extensive, affectionate hug and smiled up at alexia, noticing for the start clock time her tears. She pursed her backtalk and lifted up a hand, wiping away the trails of tears 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 moments longer before letting her go, wiping her own eyes again as she sniffled pathetically and looked down at the girlfriend. She was wearing Alexia's shirt, which looked far too big on her, and a pair of black panties. Nothing else ! Alexia blushed.

Emily beamed up well-chosen and took word blindness by the handwriting and led her through the flat. Alexia looked down, at her dark mitt in the soft lovesome creaminess of Emily's own. She couldn't help but learn her thick cordate ass shift as she walked, Emily's soft thighs jiggling a small with each stride.

Emily guided her to the couch and pushed her down feather. alexia sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the lady friend walk to the kitchenette, eyes fixed on her buddy-buddy figure. Her full lush second joint and easygoing bubbly ass making her shift in her seat, feeling her prick stir in her knickers, despite having already seen to it once today.

Emily moved around the room, adjusting the lighting to build it dim, selecting a DVD from her collecting and moving to the TV, bending over to put it into her player. Alexia bit her lip as she stared at that perfect ass.

Emily stood and collected two full field glass of red wine-coloured from the counter, returning and handing one to word blindness, placing the bottle down between them and settling down besides her on the couch.

Alexia sipped her wine and loved the good bodied flavour. She was a bit of a wine cognoscente, she thought. She could definitely detect hints of grape.

The movie was a odoriferous romantic funniness and they both relaxed, laughing along together, enjoying glass after glass of red wine.

Before long Alexia found that Emily was in the crook of her arm, which she had around the lady friend 's articulatio humeri as they cuddled, Emily's legs pulled up under her comfortably.

When the movie ended and the bottleful of red empty, tear between them, neither of them were inebriated. But they were certainly buzzing.

As the credits rolled across the screen, the empty glass besides the hollow bottle on the table visual aphasia looked down to Emily. Smiling at the cleaning lady as she looked up at alexia, eyes broad 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 tensity that Alexia hadn't noticed had been building between them, their lips coming together in a fit of move and desire.

visual aphasia didn't miss a beat, kissing the short, curvy char with lubricious desire, all the adoration, all the gratitude pouring out with her need to give birth positively charged human link. She wanted to love this girl, wanted to build something with her, on a foundation of an gravel sex life.. She would show this woman a unspoilt time.

Emily broke the osculation, panting softly and stood up, grabbing Alexia's hand and pulling at the storm girl, tugging her up and tugging her along.

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

"Shh come with me. I'm going to depict you a good time.."

Alexia's eyes widened. This reserved, tranquilize librarian stealing her line of business before she'd even said it."But.."

"Shh !"Emily had a good shush, well practiced at work. word blindness bit her spit and stayed tranquility as she was pulled along.

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

Alexia stood with her spinal column to Emily's bed, facing her and the door, Emily leaned against the door, watching word blindness with sex centre.

alexia looked her back anxiously,"..I"

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

word blindness landed on the bed with an,"oomph ! ”, bouncing on the diffuse mattress and staring up at the ceiling, nictation as she suddenly found herself horizontal.

"Wha-"Alexia started, interrupted again by Emily's lips as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her diffuse torso down against her jet black flatmate, kissing her and shuffling, guiding Alexia as she maneuvered her to lay down on the bed proper, forefront on the pillows, Alexia eagerly kissing the thicc, aegir womans, full delicious lips.

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

Alexia made to roll over, looking to take her status back on top where she belonged, in mission and in control, but she gasped ! Falling back onto her cover. She looked up confused at the woman on top of her, who smirked playfully, raising an eyebrow. Alexia tilted her psyche back looking up at her carpus. Pink flossy handcuffs bound her wrists around a steel celestial pole that made up portion of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handcuffs, wiggling, finger trying to jab at the cuff. She looked to Emily and opened her mouth to talk, and had a pillow dropped over her face.

"..What are you.."

"You do like to talk do n't you.."Emily said in a sing call vox as she climbed off of Alexia.

Alexia lay there, shaking her promontory, but unable to dislodge the pillow. She could breathe, but she couldn't see, couldn't knock the pillow from her face. She felt her heart racing. Only able to just heed. She heard material, heard walking, heard more than clothes and a lacing. After a long while she felt Emily again sitting on her fork, straddling her, sitting up on top of her.

Alexia froze and felt a bridge player tracing up her shirt, a pressure on the pillow and it was pulled free. Alexia blinked up, drinking in the sight of Emily in the dimmed light.

She still wore her meth, her lips painted a bright slut red, but for the first fourth dimension the fatheaded woman had let her long dark whisker down, it cascaded down her shoulder joint and across her bare chest. She was wearing Thomas More clothes, but in price of secrecy they covered less. She wore thigh high nigrify leather bang laced up the front and a fateful corset that started above her smooth kitty and finished below her breasts, making her seem all the more cut, accentuating her hip joint and broad soft breast while making her waist seem quite petite. Alexia noted too, with some surprisal that her pap were pierced with constellate barbells. In one bridge player, dangling from the smirking cleaning lady hand was a ballgag.

"Say ahhh.."she said, her voice 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 head, tying the gag to her, dominating her.

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

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

"Ooooh how-do-you-do there.. Do n't you reckon fun.."she grinned looking backwards as word blindness arched her rearward eagerly, trying to push her gibbousness up against the soft yielding ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her butt just out of range."One minute.. I just have to mm.. Check these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slip up word blindness's consistence, burying Alexia's side between the heavy soft pitcher that were her plump breast, pressing her elbows together as she toyed pointlessly with the handcuff, pretending to jibe them as she smothered Alexia with her full creamy knocker, caressing the woman 's boldness with her plush teat. She leaned to the side some, dragging her hard studded nipple across the spread lip of Alexia, leaning down, pressing her side deep into one of her bosom, smothering her nose and depriving her of air.

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

Alexia breathed hard through her nose and stared up at Emily, her cheeks sluice hot, her peter painfully erect. She nodded, nodded desperately.

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

She started to crawl down unbuckling word blindness's pants and hooked her hitchhike underneath both the trousers and the adult female drawers, dragging them down slow, kissing at her dark Diospyros ebenum thigh as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative little,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the huge dark pecker sprang free people of her boxers, pointing straight up eagerly, a slick trail 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 focalize on the putz she continued to buss downwards, pulling the pants off completely and discarding them on the flooring, messily. Without folding them. alexia realised just how much hassle she might be in.

With her legs absolve alexia eagerly parted them, allowing Emily easier accession as she started to slowly kiss up the other leg, lying between the pitch black womans thighs, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her iniquity gaze onto the turncock before her, finger nudging her looking glass up into blank space as she studied the thick, throbbing rotating shaft, tracing her fingertips with a feather lighter touch down from the semifinal tricksy tip, down the veiny textured gibe to gently cup under her ball, lifting and weighing them, leaning into turn over them each a cushy beatific kiss with her plush lips leaving a red lipstick mark on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly cast her tongue up the underside of her turncock, only using the lightest of speck with only the very tip of her knife causing Alexia to squirm her coxa from incline to side eagerly, looking down at the devilish little girl as she cruelly teased her rooster.

"I 've got plans for you tonight.."She said, voice low and sultry."But I want you to know what 's in computer storage for you in the future.."That sounded minatory to word blindness, who found herself staring back down at those hungry eyes.

Emily proceeded to conclude her middle and lowered her shoulder joint, pushing her point down. Her plush red lips parted to consider the midst, pre coated tip into the hot, wet sumptuousness of her sassing. Alexia letting out an appreciative groan as she squirmed, wanting more.

Emily provided. She did n't stop, her fountainhead moving down, her body arching up. alexia stared in amazement as her thick fateful rod of her cock filled the girl 's mouth. But Emily still did n't slow, did n't bar, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the dark veiny length, back talk stretched around her dick to accommodate her girth.

alexia watched as she felt the amazing sensations engulf her, felt it press into the hot tightness of the niggling nerdy white girls throat.

She could n't believe what she was seeing. Without gagging, choking or even pausing, Emily effortlessly took The entire dark shaft into her mouth and throat, her creamy Stanford White neck opening bulging obscenely, as she kissed the theme of her putz, pausing briefly before she pulled her sassing back up her cock, sucking as she moved before it popped free of her lips. Emily had left a red ringing of lipstick around the base of alexia's cock.

Here was the haul. The snare. The surprise she knew had been waiting for her in some signifier. Her flat partner was a sexual monstrosity. Demure and conservative during the day, and.. Whatever the hell this was at night.

Alexia was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a mouthful of spittle, biting her low lip with ego satisfied glee, a swath of dark brown hair covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the difficult darkness shaft in her small white hands, massaging the slick, saliva coated member as she leaned forward, a gentle moan escaping her brim as she started to rub her own wet, dodgy pussy against the underside of visual aphasia's heavily cock.

"A-ah.. piece of tail that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, still kitty-cat against the steely ray, a hired hand moving to cup, weigh and gouge her own heavy pliable white meat, plucking at the nipple.

Alexia watched entranced at the show, watching the softness of the breast springiness to the pressure of the miss 's fingerbreadth as she kneaded the lumbering tit, she watched the whole boob bounce and settee as she pulled her hard, pierced nipples out only to release them, the ball bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her knees, looking up at alexia with a teasing little lusty look as she rubbed the tip of the big black cock to her wet pussy. Alexia's optic widened, she wasn't wearing tribute !

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

Emily giggled softly, shaking her head."You do n't necessitate a rubber sweetness.. And do n't you find out it feels so practically comfortably without ? .."

Emily shuffled forward a distich of inches and alexia moaned, feeling her throbbing cock settle between the pillow like Earth of Emily ass. She looked up at the young woman, completely at her whim and not minding it one bit.

Emily bit her lip and leaned back, her handwriting tracing around her own hip to hit between her ass cheeks. She concentrated for a moment, gripping Alexia's cock by the quill and wriggled, squirming as she pressed the thick mushroom-shaped cloud tip of her flatmates turncock against her already lubricated backdoor.

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the thick tip reach her little maw, plugging her and moved her paw to catch one's breath on alexia's waist, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so much safe than a false one.."she sighed and closed her eye, tilting her head back as she sat down.

visual aphasia tried to watch but found her eyes rolling back and her head lolling at the unbelievable pleasure 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, in after inch, as with her throat, without paused and faltering until she had hilted every single in of word blindness's throbbing meaty peter into her loaded short ass, grinding her thick-skulled egg white cheeks against alexia's thighs as she gyrated her hips, feeling the massive peter break and move inside of her.

It felt so good, so mystify she wanted to snaffle her by the hips, roll her over and just get 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 feel any less smashed, any less wonderfully hot and wet around her necessitous cock.

Emily started retard, focusing more on the forwards and backwards gyration of her hips as opposed to simply bouncing up and down, slowly working forward and up, the putz sliding almost detached of her soaked delicious ass before she would press back and down, letting it settle back into her eager experienced love hole.

She moved slowly, like wave lapping on a beach, pushing out, then drawing in, the movement of her rose hip spellbinding as she moved.

It was torturously obtuse for visual aphasia as she moaned, her dissonance distinctly muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. She could n't take it any more !

As Emily once again slither forward off her turncock, as she started to push back Alexia snapped her articulatio coxae up, driving her cock into the woman in an instant, causing her to heave in a mix of startled hurting and pleasure.

word blindness started to buck her hip faster, driving her stopcock hard and fast up into the girl as Emily leaned back, gasping and panting loudly as the sudden torrent of toilsome deep stab assaulted her, her thick-skulled ass audibly clapping, her daily 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 precipitous pain surged through her, making her full point.

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the peter as she recovered from sudden flare-up, the fingers of one hand wrapped around Alexia's orchis. Not squeezing them to have pain, but any yank motion by Alexia would draw on them.

"A-ah.. Fuck.. That 's what I get ... For not tying your ankles down ... I suppose."She said between bloomers, Looking down at the Alexia, who writhed in a obnubilate mix of torment and go.

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

Somehow visual aphasia got the impression that ‘ until she got bore'was synonymous with ‘ dayspring ’. Despite how much part of her wanted that, her overriding need to cum meant she found herself nodding vigorously, spittle trailing down her cheeks 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 view ? Do n't think I never caught you watching.."

Emily released the girls sensitive nut case and without missing a beat rotated herself while still filled with Alexia's throbbing stopcock. She sat now in turnaround cowgirl, her deal resting on alexia's second joint and her back arched, displaying her midst, sum shaped ass in all its halo to word blindness.

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

Alexia might have a biased impression, but she thought Emily 's utter midst plunder looked all the ripe for being impaled on her ebony spear.

Emily started to make a motion again, up and down, sliding the thick cock in and out of her hot picayune body, working the Pole with tenacious smooth motility, impudence spread to indulge visual aphasia in the show.

For several minutes word blindness maintained the show, alternating the speed of her criminally luxuriant movements, the tempo building and building until Alexia started to draw in close, on the verge of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but stop, her movements becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it last, edging her.

As sweat began to run down the creamy skin of Emily, doubtless starting to make her stays and bring up a little to a lesser extent than comfortable she switched her positioning, her thigh burning from the workout.

trousering, she turned again, leaning over Alexia and pressing her breasts to the dark womanhood 's own through her bra, almost coming up eye to eye, but just a little too curt 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 word blindness armpits, fingerbreadth holding onto her shoulder joint, knowing what was coming, bracing herself.

alexia did not need telling twice. Her script gripping the steel celestial pole to which she was bounce, her feet digging into the mattress to break her purchase and she started to forge herself up into the girl, the sounds of her hips crashing to the girls thigh and butt was matched only by Emily's sudden unabashed cries, loud squeaks without var. or Christian Bible, each hard work stoppage seemingly to labor another one out of the daughter, and Alexia would not slacken down.

Emily stared down at Alexia, her glossa lolling as her ass was pounded, harder and approximative than she had ever fucked herself with any of her toys the girlfriend thrusts so bestial she felt her ass nerve beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the constant hot, full sensation of alexia 's hammer felt so fucking well, her poor little tintinnabulation was on fire, stretched too big, fucked too hard. But that just served to make it experience better, more contrary and so much more pleasurable.

"Harder, harder, harder ! ! !"Emily found her cries becoming, a incessant supplication for to a greater extent, needing to feed a growing dependency to her flatmates slab of thick black cock.

Alexia found it unimaginable to go any faster or harder as she had gone from zero to full-of-the-moon throttle the back she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't care, she could feel her steely putz throbbing, pulsing, could feel the wave of joy reaching eminent and higher, feeling a associate. Imminent pressure level build.

The wave of her pleasure reached its bloom and flew through the tip of no return, she drove herself to the hilt, whimpering through expectoration around the gag as she sheathed herself in this deprived phat assed white girl, throwing her head back and arching her back as she began to run out her balls into her, her sack twitching, her chest heaving.

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling pulse after pulse of hot cum pour into her maltreated hole, biting her teeth into Alexias exposed neck opening, instinctively displaying her dominance over the girl as she felt her ass filled with copious quantity of the adult female 's thick seed.

The torrent of cum slowed to stream then to a drip as Emily bit into her neck, suckling unvoiced and leaving a love bite ringed by a aura of red lip rouge, squeezing her fingers against alexia's shoulders, holding her tight.

They lay there, Emily collapsed on top of word blindness as her cock was milked dry by the squeezing son of a bitch around it, greedily swallowing every last drop of cum it could.

As they lay in the afterglow heaving, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her hands to search down at alexia, the womanhood 's peter starting to soften inside her as Emily reached up and removed word blindness gag, tossing it to one side, letting her pull in her first unobstructed breath in seemingly an age.

"A-ah ! Ah.. Emily.. I.. I think I love.. ”, Alexia found again Emily 's finger's breadth pushed to her lips, muting her. Alexias lips were wet, but she looked better than Emily did. Her hair splayed out in a typically sexy mess, her makeup smeared and her cream skin flushed.

"Me too.."

Emily gently pushed her digit into the woman 's mouth, hooking it at the side of meat and leaned in kissing her, very, very possessive..