Hannah Morales's lips curved upwards and revealed a smile that did not reach her eyes. She nodded at Serenity. "I like peaches," she said. Now it was Serenity's turn to smile."The use of a safe word during BDSM practice is very crucial. Like I'd explained, once it's said, I have to stop all activities""I understand" The blonde's attempt at sounding brave went into the mud. If Hannah Morales was not straddling Serenity, she would have mistaken the look on her face, but her tensed body was all the older woman needed to confirm that she was still scared. "Say your safe word, Serenity and leave. You're tensed. We can reschedule" The words Hannah voiced did not match what was in her heart. Should Serenity utter that dreaded word, Hannah would be depressed. Aroused and depressed. No amount of masturbating and no dildo seize would tear her out of it."No! Please. Don't" Hannah wanted to smile. After all, she'd hoped Serenity's response will be positive. But the older woman couldn't help

A single press. One single press and Hannah Morales would be swooning at the sound of Serenity's angelic voice. That voice which has haunted her for nights. But Hannah Morales couldn't do it. She couldn't do the one thing she longed to do. She sighed and dropped her phone on the table.Since her painful separation from the blonde, Hannah Morales hasn't been the same. She fell into a pit she wasn't sure how to get out of.Nothing made sense to her. During the day, she'd pray for nighttime to come to get rid of her monotonous routine and the thoughts of a certain blonde. But at night time, in the silence of her room, when she's left with nothing but her thoughts, Hannah Morales found herself thinking of Serenity. She'd welcome the thought of the blonde. After all, it was either that or think of the past. And Hannah Morales didn't want that.But when the thought of Serenity Gils got Hannah hot and bothered, so much so that she'd touch herself without having release, she'd forced hersel

Serenity Gils was taken aback the moment Hannah Morales kissed her. She knew she'd crossed the line when she forced a kiss on the older woman, which is why she quickly pulled back and apologised. She never expected Hannah to initiate another kiss. Serenity's arms quickly wrapped around Hannah's waist, pulling her closer as she ran her fingers through the older woman's hair. The kiss deepened, and their tongues danced together in a passionate embrace.Pure bliss. Euphoria. Ecstacy. Hannah Morales thought she was living all that right now with her lips conjoined to Serenity Gils. Almost as if she was dancing with the clouds.Hannah Morales could feel the soft tickle of Serenity's breath beneath her nose, fingers carding through her hair as they breathed each other in.Right then and there, Hannah wondered how she'd gone all those years without kissing anyone. But then again, she was thankful she hadn't kissed anyone, because she realised there was no one in the entire world she would

The sound of the loud knock on the black-painted door matched the beating of Hannah Morales's heart. Especially when a few seconds ago, she heard giggling on the other side of the door, and as if controlled by a remote, her mind began to wander to places she knew would end up giving her a splitting headache. It felt like an eternity had passed by before the older woman finally heard footsteps that got louder each second and eventually, fidgeting on the other end. The older woman wondered who was on the other end. Her heart palpitation wildly. Time stood still as the door opened slowly, causing perspiration to form on Hannah's forehead. She felt a heavy weight being lifted off her shoulders when her gaze landed on a confused-looking Serenity, dressed in spandex and male boxers. Whilst her left hand rested on the door, her right hand held a cigarette that has been burning for minutes. "Hey," Hannah spurred out, throwing an awkward wave. She tried to maintain contact with Serenity's

Hearts are not supposed to hurt like this. They're not supposed to break so fast. Hannah Morales sat on the floor of her living room in her gigantic two-story house, crying her eyes out. She never thought, after years of enduring abuse, that she'd be once again crying over the pain caused by another person. Yet, here she was. Crying over her young lover who had a girlfriend. A hotshot girlfriend. It was too good to be true. The fact that she thought Serenity Gils didn't have a girlfriend. But then again, she'd never put any thought into it. After all, the blonde did say she was in love with her. Hell, she offered her to be used by the older woman. Well, by Mistress. But what difference does it make? The fact remains; Serenity wasn't honest and now she was crying on the floor of her house. There should be a court where one could sue their lover for emotional suffering and demand compensation for the pain endured. But then again, there was no compensation for the pain the older wom