🤎Gay Disaster & wlw Author🤎

Her slender fingers began to move down your neck, cascading down your chest to toy with and paw your breasts. Your back arched with eagerness to meet her touch. She found this pleasing. Her lips trained after her hand, replacing the lost touch with the warm wetness that was her lips and her tongue. Her nails scraped your stomach, leaving shivers in their wake as her lips curled around your nipple. And despite being the one fully in control, she looked up at you with an almost pleading shimmer in her gaze, because as much as you were hers, oh, did she want to be yours. And the wet bite of your lip was enough to tell her she was right.

Your breath began to race as fingers trailed under your slip, and her lips curled in a cheeky grin, clearly proud of the treasure she'd found and intended to make her conquest of the evening. Your eyes flew shut as she caressed your mound, practically twirling the hair between your legs like an eager schoolgirl might with the hair from her head.

"I've hardly done a thing for you, darling, and you're already so wet for me," she purred, and you keened as her fingers slipped down your folds and over your clit with ease, only to swiftly be pulled away for her to admire her work. But you didn't hear the familiar chuckle you'd grown accustomed to hearing roll from her throat as she gazed upon her work. Your eyes creaked open, your chest heaving as you white knuckled the pillow by your head.

You caught sight of it in the candlelight, the glistening stickiness coating her fingers, and you felt all the heat drain from your face in horror. You instinctively snapped your legs shut, bottom lip puckering as you averted your gaze, which Lily immediately found displeasing, her brow creasing as she looked between you and the red coating of her fingers.

"What's the matter, my darling?" She cooed. Her voice had an unfamiliar warmth that boiled from her concern as she moved back up your body. She took no care to keep her fingers off the sheets, smearing your curses without a care for the cleanup. You turned to your side, pulling the blankets with you as you attempted to leave the bed, but she caged you once again, an action that might have otherwise made you feel safe, given different circumstances. "Are you sick?" She pressed her bloodied hand to your chest, holding you down as she under the thumb of her other hand to turn your chin, her hips straddling your underbelly. She shied away, nose wrinkling.

"It's-" you swallowed a whimper, "it's my 'monthlies'" you admitted.

"I wasn't expecting it so soon, I'm sorry-" you babbled, again trying to get up. But she didn't move from her perch. This goaded you to actually look into her face, expecting disappointment or some displeasure, but rather, you were given pure confusion. She had her head cocked to the side, brow knit with a thick wrinkle as she pondered what on earth you were talking about. Looking her up and down, and with the sight of the beautiful scar on her chest, it dawned on you. She didn't remember. You found this slightly amusing, and a smile pecked past your lips, only stumping her further.

"Once a month, a woman bleeds. Down there," she began to explain. "It's our 'monthly sickness'. You definitely had one, before" realization smoothed her brow and she leaned back on her hunches.

"Why does it happen?" She sat up, leaning on your elbows as she still wouldn't let you up.

"We don't know. The church would like to say it's the punishment of Eve, passed down to all her daughters so they may share in her weakness," distaste filled her expression. She seemed to think more, looking down to where she sat. She scooted off of you now, trusting you wouldn't leave. She moved herself up because your head, fingers trailing back up your body from the path they'd traveled before.

"Does it hurt?" She brushed her fingers over your forehead, smoothing any loose hair away. You keened into her touch.

"Usually. Sometimes more than others."

"And it's every month?"

"More or less," she was displeased to hear this. Her gaze moved off into the distance of the room, as though she was considering this new information.

"I'm sorry to ruin our plans-" you started, but her attention snapped back to you before you could finish.

"You've ruined nothing," she insisted. "If you'll have me, I'd still like my prize," she was very insistent in her response. Your brow raised, unsure.

"But it's spoiled," her lip twitched as though she was offended by the thought.

"A little blood could never spoil something so rich," she mused, leaning your chin again to give you a heated kiss. Before you could reciprocate properly, your lips chased nothing but air, and you found her settling between your legs, a hand planted firmly on the back of either of your knees. She raised her brow expectingly, having the wherewithal to manually flip you, but she was going to leave spreading for her up to you.

You swallowed thickly, biting your inner cheek. You felt the way her patience wore as her grip tightened, her nails cresting into your soft flesh. Eyes flew shut as your knees keened, exposing the gash to her. Before you could let out a word, a strangled sigh bloomed from the depths of your throat. It had been brought on by hot breath and her warm muscle as it passed through your folds, the way it had plenty of times before.

Knuckles gripped the sheets once again, and her arms threw your legs over her shoulders as she pressed on. Your Lily always did a damn good job eating you out, but this was something entirely new for her. She was dining like a starved animal, pressing into you with a fire in her belly and a new vigor you'd never seen from between her lips. Her moans reverberated from between your legs and up your spine, her grip on your pelvis keeping you open wide for her.

A coil began to wind in your gut and you couldn't tell if it was from a cramp or from Lily's vigorous musings. But you tried taking a peek at her, using the little effort you had to crane an eye open. And oh, was the sight below you one to behold. Her hips jerked with need as she licked and knawed at your pussy. Her eyes were milky and unfocused, rolling back in her head as though she was about to fall over the edge of her own orgasm from devouring you alone. Thick red covered her lip, nose, cheeks and chin. She was like a wolf with its muzzle pounding into its fresh caught prey, ripping at every bit of meat it can access.

The sight tore a moan from your chest, and your head keened back as tension and heat flew through your muscles, causing your toes to curl, legs wrapping around her shoulders, feet meeting at your back. A slew of curses tumbled from your lips as you shoved your face into the pillow beside you. Your body buzzed with a feeling you'd never matched before, so much so you hadn't felt it at all as she moved up your body, or how wet she was as she sat herself across your torso once more, or how her hands cupped your face to turn you towards her.

She caressed the apples of your cheeks, looking down at you with golden curls framing her face. Her gaze held something you hadn't seen from her before: admiration. Not admiration due to her feelings for you. You'd seen that before. But admiration for something she couldn't do. Something that the world had told you to hide as a shame. She found it deliciously beautiful.

And when she kissed you, you tasted it for the first time. It wasn't some sickening taste like death, but something warm and sweet. It tasted natural. It smelled musky, like it had been dug from the dirt of an old, deep forest. She made it taste and feel, and smell beautiful. It stuck to your lips and tongue as she pulled away, her thumb smearing the corner of your lip.

You groaned in frustration, irritated that you let your mind wander in that way for what felt like the hundredth time this evening. Thinking it over would fix the issue, and you know you’d only leave yourself yurning, hot, and disappointed. And worst of all, you’d considered all your options and none of them seemed satisfying enough tonight.  You could always flick on your vibrator, but tonight that felt impersonal. There was always Emily’s strap, but where was the fun in that if she wasn’t at the other end? And your fingers made things real, breaking you out of your fantasies. You could try calling her. You both enjoyed a little long-distance phone sex. But it was unlikely she’d have the time. The case she was on sounded like a big one when you’d spoken with her this past morning.  She had to stop being assigned to leave your bed when you were ovulating, you decided with a disgruntled hug as you rather dramatically flopped to your stomach and onto her side of the bed.  And that’s what sparked the initial idea. Nose pressed to the sheets, you inhaled a full cloud of her smell, and it was enough to draw a moan that had been locked in your throat. The reaction had you pause for a moment, but you did it again. This time, you felt that spark of excitement in your gut that, if pushed, would make you melt. You sat up on your elbows, eyes fixated on the pillow in your hands. The gotten fibers were soft and warm, and they reeked of Emily and her body. Dirtily, you pondered if this would suffice.  How desperate you must be, you shamed as you scooted the pillow under you, angling yourself into a straddling position. You lowered forward, face pressed into the second pillow available and holding yourself up with your elbows. After some adjustment, the hem of the pillow under you slotted in nicely and you began to rock, eyes shut as you inhaled the cloud of Emily you surrounded yourself in.  A rhythm fell into place, and you groaned, squeezing the pillow on your arms as you nearly began to drool, grinding into your partner's pillow to make up for some of the loss at her not being here. It helped that you were positioned just how she liked you on her thigh, ass up with your face pressed into her mattress. You could feel the phantom hands holding your hips, guiding your thrusts as you ground down. The small position grounded you in the moment enough to trick you into believing she was behind you.  Pressure began to build, your eyes squeezed shut, teeth pressed firmly to your lip till your hips rolled and you let go of a built-up gasp. The little bit of thought clarity you still maintained wondered when the last time you’d done it like this had been. High school, maybe? The consideration added a thrilling sensation you hadn’t felt during solo play in some time like there was something riskier than usual about fucking your partner’s pillow while she was away just because you longed for her so much. Your body felt light, your belly tightening as sweat formed in the back of your knees. Your toes curled against your sheet, fingers tightening your grip with every humping trust, beat by whimpers teasing past your lips and you continued in your filthy act. 

You were so enthralled in your pleasure that you hadn’t heard the front door open or the familiar jingle of keys. Your mind was clouded by the ever-recognizable cracking pattern of your staircase, the quiet groan your bedroom door made or the growing crack of light that flooded into the room. You couldn’t notice the presence behind you in your greet, lust-ridden haze till you felt a cool hand press against your back, pushing down every so lightly, at which you yelped and abruptly halted your rhythm as an icy chill rushed through your skin.  You opened your mouth to speak, and shifted your head to look up, but quickly hushed and her other hand moved to your hair, keeping your face buried in her pillow.  “Don’t stop for me, love. I want to see you finish,” she purred, her body leaning over you, lips husked against the shell of your ear. Her voice alone dragged another groan from the depths of your throat. The hand on your back, her right hand, glided from its initial point of contact towards your hip, right where your flank met your ass. Nails squeezed and her wrist flexed, encouraging your original movements that she’d walked in on. You felt the bed dip and creak as you started to work again, her body pressed to your back and aiding in your movements.  It had to be a dream, or some hormone-induced hallucination, but in the present moment, not if that mattered. You worked your pace back to where it had been, groaning through choked breath as your body was pressed between the familiar body above you and your mattress. Her hand on your hip moved in tandem as her other arm held her up above you. You managed a peak through the haze to see her, strands of her hair and familiar form just above your eye line. You heard a huffed moan which egged you on.  The tension in your belly began to tighten again, and she could tell. That’s when the hand on your hip shifted again, now sliding down your ass and back between your legs. She managed to slip herself under you, between the soaked cotton and the hook between the soft flesh of your cunt. You let out a shocked, choked breath and instinctively shoved yourself onto her fingers like a moth to a flame. The action disturbed your clit and blis finally washed over your eyes as a final cry escaped your lungs.  You could feel her chuckle rumble in her chest pressed against your back and the light tremble of her fingers, still eagerly enveloped within you. You weren’t sure how long she stayed, but she eventually moved from above you, her fingers gently withdrawing, and you whimpered with disappointment at the loss. This only brought out that familiar pitied chuckle she used just with you.  With a disgruntled huff, you rolled back to your side of the bed, pillow released from the lock latch that had been your legs. A cool hand caressed your stomach, coaxing you to open your eyes. You lazily smiled as you met your partner's squinted, creased eyes, which you had longed for only some time ago.  “You really must have missed me, huh,” she mewed, eyes glancing down at her now cumstained pillowcase. Bashful heat rose in your complexion, and you sheepishly shrugged, glancing away. “It was a spur-of-the-moment thought,” she hummed, though the sound was laced with sarcastic doubt. You thumbed back to her as she stood, separating the case and pillow and throwing them both in your mutual dirty laundry bin. “I truly didn’t think I’d get caught,” you bit your lip, attempting to hide the twitch in your lips. She discarded her top and pants, left clad in her underwear just as you were, and slid under the covers, her thigh eagerly replacing where her pillow had just been.  “Mmm, but I’m glad I did,” her voice husked again as she leaned in. “I like seeing my dirty girl ass up. A perfect sight to come home to,”