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Game of Slut 5
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Jenna“Absolutely.” I let out a small laugh. “I'm not about to pretend I'm one of those people who wake up at five every morning because they love discipline.”“Good. At least you're honest.” She smiles, looking ahead as we continue running.“I have my moments,” I say, shooting her a playful glance.“I'm sure you do.” She gives me a knowing look, her smile lingering as she turns her attention back to the path.There's a playful note in her voice, and I glance at her, wondering what she's implying. Before I can ask, she looks ahead, wearing the kind of smile that suggests she's perfectly happy leaving me to wonder.We talk about the neighborhood, the little coffee shop on the corner, and which streets are worth avoiding when the traffic gets bad. She has opinions about almost everything, and I find myself enjoying the way she expresses them, especially when she starts defending her preferred coffee shop as though its reputation depends on her.“Have you actually tried the one two stree
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JennaI woke up that morning feeling different. Not dramatically different, but lighter, as though something inside me has finally settled into place. The change is subtle, yet I notice it in the way I move, the way I think, and even in the way I look at myself when I catch my reflection in the mirror.The sessions are helping me reconnect with myself. I'm learning to pay attention to my body, to stop second-guessing every little thing, and to let myself experience a moment without worrying about what comes next.I stretch beneath the sheets, then push them aside and get out of bed. A run sounds like a good idea.By the time I'm dressed and outside, the morning air is cool against my skin. I settle into an easy pace, letting my feet carry me along the familiar streets. The neighborhood is still relatively quiet. A few people walk their dogs, while others head toward the nearby shops with takeaway cups of coffee in their hands.And then there's her.The tall, dark-haired woman I've bee
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Jenna“I do not want the same slow start as yesterday,” I say. My voice comes out low. “I want more. I want you to fuck me.”She watches my face carefully. “Yesterday you said no penetration. Are you changing that boundary right now?”“Yes. I am changing it. I want your fingers. I want your mouth. I want whatever you decide to put inside me. Just do not make me wait the way we did before.”“Understood.” Her voice stays calm, but something in her eyes shifts. “We go only as far as you want in the moment. You can stop me with a word. Say it if you need to.”I nod. She moves closer. Her hand rests on my thigh first, warm and steady, and stays there long enough for me to feel the heat of her skin through the lace. She does not rush to the centre of me. She lets her fingers travel slowly upward, tracing the edge of the lace, then sliding underneath it.When she finally touches me properly I am already wet. She notices at once.“You have been thinking about this all day,” she says. It is no
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JennaThe next morning, I wake later than usual, feeling as though I could easily spend another hour beneath the covers. My body is tired, and for a few minutes, I lie still, reluctant to surrender the comfort of my bed. Eventually, I reach for my phone and check the time. It is Saturday, with nothing demanding my attention until later in the evening, yet the thought of my appointment makes it difficult to settle back into sleep.I take my time getting up, open the curtains, and let the morning light spill into the room. After making my bed, I head to the kitchen, where I prepare a cup of coffee and something light to eat. I carry my breakfast to the living room and spend some time scrolling through my phone, catching up on messages and browsing through social media. A few household chores follow, mostly the little things I have put off during the week. By the time I finish, the morning has slipped into early afternoon, and I feel considerably more awake.I shower, dress comfortably,
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JennaI move it. Pressure shifts. My breath shortens. Heat gathers under the fabric.“I feel more aware of my skin,” I say. “Like the rest of the room got quieter.”“Good. That awareness is the beginning. Keep moving if you want. Or stay. Your choice.”I keep moving. My hand finds the place between my legs through the leggings. The pressure stays light. I close my eyes for a second and then open them again because she is watching.Tell me what you feel, she says.“Warm. Like something is waking up that usually stays half asleep.”She nods. “Stay with it. Breathe into the heat instead of away from it. If it builds, let it. If it plateaus, notice that too.”I stay. The sensation rises in small waves. My hips want to shift. I keep them still and focus on the contact. After a minute she speaks again.“May I place my hand over yours? Still over the clothes. Only if you want it.”“Yes.” I responded.Her hand settles on top of mine. The added weight changes everything. The pressure increases
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JennaMorning arrives. I move through the day with only half my attention. Emails blur past. Meetings stretch longer than they need to. At lunch I push food around the plate and barely taste any of it. Every quiet stretch between tasks pulls me back to the list she sent. After work I pack a small bag and pull on a loose long shirt. I check the address one more time. The studio sits on a quiet street in a part of the city that rarely draws attention. I leave early. Traffic stays light. I park a few blocks away and walk the rest of the distance. The evening air cools my face. My heart works harder than the short walk requires. From the outside the building looks ordinary—plain brick, a simple green door, nothing that hints at what happens inside. At the door I enter the code. The lock clicks. Inside, a short hallway leads to a single door with a small sign that simply reads Coaching Studio. I knock once.The door opens. She stands there in dark jeans and a soft black top, hair pulled
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Sean I closed the door to my bedroom and leaned against it, the wood cool against my back. My heart was still beating heavier than normal. What the hell had just happened? I sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through my hair, replaying the scene in Mila’s room. She had been so defiant at f
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Mila I did exactly as I was ordered, pressing my face into his leg, but I could feel the heat of his palm hovering over my thighs. He was right. This might be even more torturous than having his hands on my ass, smacking me like I'm some child. “I have tried so hard to get along with you,” he
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Mila The party was alive the second I walked in. Bass from the speakers vibrated through my chest, mixing with the smell of spilled beer, sweet perfume, and weed smoke curling in the air. Colored lights flashed over bodies packed tight on the dance floor. God it felt so good to be back here, wit
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MilaI slammed the front door hard enough that the sound echoed through the fancy new hallway. My suitcase bumped against the wall as I dragged it inside. The whole house smelled like vanilla candles and Mom’s expensive perfume, the kind that always made me want to sneeze.“Mila?” Mom’s voice came
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