Hi, new to the site but not new to writing. I hope you enjoy the first installment of this multi-part piece.
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Something is Different
It wasn't that Sofia couldn't remember anything about the day, she could, she just couldn't place every moment, and how things transpired. She knew she left her office job at the usual time, but didn't actually remember being at work, at all. She knew she drove home the usual way, but then she didn't remember where she left her car, because it wasn't outside the apartment. She had lost a significant part of the day, and there was no explanation for it.
Sofia was a lovely girl by anyone's estimation. She was beautiful to look at with long blonde locks that wrapped around her waist, a fantastic figure that most men just ogled over, and she was reasonably bright. Her 4.0 GPA was what got her the job at the law firm where she slaved as a paralegal, for one of the most evil men on the planet, Mr. Graves. He was a high power attorney and a partner in the firm. Sofia knew that if she could work for him, and succeed, it would be a real feather in her cap.
Outside of work she was a real social butterfly, with lots of friends, and a lot of admirers, some appreciated and others not so welcome. She loved to go clubbing, and dancing, but was always the first one to leave, never wanted to get too drunk or make a fool of herself as so many of friends had. She was quite athletic as well, with a great many activities she enjoyed. She loved to run, and swim and she enjoyed skiing and ice skating in the winter. Seattle was only a short distance away from some of the best skiing in the world and she prided herself in her abilities on the slopes.
Sofia grew up in a very wealthy family, but had quickly tired of the family business early on. Things were not always on the up and up there, and she thought she might get entangled in that web. She left home at the early age of seventeen, not letting anyone in her family know she was leaving. She managed to hop a plane with what money she took from the safe and passport in hand, she fled to America the land of opportunity. No one in Milan knew where she had gone, and after a while she read that they assumed she had been kidnapped, or worse murdered. With the business her family was in it would not have been unusual for someone to disappear. Her cousin had been murdered the year before, his body washed up on the shores of the Aegean. It had been five years and she presumed that all ties had been cut, and she was safe from that situation.
Today remained a mystery though, Sofia was in a haze and not feeling all that well. She had to figure out where her car was, that was priority number one. She could get along knowing that something happened to mess her up, but without her car she would be unable to get anywhere, including to work. She grabbed her keys off the counter, and headed out to find it. Sofia walked around several blocks close to her apartment but to no avail, the car was not there. She wondered if it had been stolen, or even taken from her, like a car jacking or something. Maybe that is what happened, and maybe that is why she in such a state. Sofia walked back to her apartment dejected, having lost her freedom, her mobility. Upon arriving at home, she called the police and reported the car stolen. She would have to rely on public transportation to get to work until this could be resolved.
"God damn it!" she was almost in tears "what the hell happened today?" she slouched back on the sofa in her living room and sulked. "A shower" perhaps a shower would help her return from this delirium she found herself in. She moved back into her bedroom, threw her work clothes on the bed and padded naked into the bathroom. She immediately started to feel better as soon as the warm cascading jet from the shower head sprayed across her body. She put her head under, allowing the water to run through her hair, drooling off the tips. She closed her eyes and absorbed the warmth and refreshing drumming of the water on her skin. Without even realizing what she was doing Sofia laid down in the tub. The water cascading down on her was now pelting her body, and in particular her sex. She felt the sting of the drops as they fell from what seemed so far above. Every few seconds a drop would hit directly on her clitoris and she would spasm with pleasure as it did. Suddenly her hand was parting her folds and rubbing her button vigorously. She felt dirty, but at the same time something was driving her to do this, some deeper force. Between the water droplets striking her and the furious manipulations with her hand, Sofia came hard and long, moaning so loudly that her conscious self was worried that the neighbors may hear her throws of ecstasy. She wanted to get up and turn off the shower but her hand was still working between her legs almost without prompting from her brain. "What the hell is going...on" she felt on the verge of another monster orgasm as her hips bucked upwards lifting her tight buttocks off the floor of the tub. Her hand was a blur as it crazily vibrated her clit to the most incredible orgasm of her life. Finally Sofia collapsed in a writhing heap on the floor of the tub, the shower still flowing down onto her exhausted body.
"What the hell was that!?" Sofia verbally asked herself as she reached up wearily to shut off the water. Slowly pulling her luscious frame out of the tub, she practically rolled onto the floor next to the toilet. "My God." She whispered "that was intense." As she lay there facing the toilet her eyes were drawn to a spot of dirt on the side of the bowl. Without thinking as she was rising she stuck out her tongue and licked away the dirt that clung to the white porcelain. "What the fuck!!" she yelled and immediately began spitting into the sink, grabbing her toothbrush. She madly brushed, trying to get whatever that goo was out of her mouth. "ohhh, yuck!" she spit and something green and brown slid out with the toothpaste. She ran into her bedroom still soaking wet and collapsed on the bed weeping.
Something was changing inside Sofia, something very different was making her the way she was today. Certainly she had masturbated before, but never like that, never so wantonly. And the toilet thing, what the hell was that all about. Where the hell was her car? Why was all this happening to her. All these thoughts tormented her as she drifted off to sleep, naked and damp on her bedspread. Her dreams were tortured and nightmarish and so vivid, almost real. She found herself naked and on all fours, it was raining, but not a cold rain. She crawled on the grassy ground, her vision limited to what was directly in front of her. She crawled, but it didn't feel like crawling, more like walking. The ground beneath her became softer and muddier, until she was in deep mud that touched her belly. Suddenly she was rolling in it, covering her body in the soft smelly mud. She was enjoying this, and yet she was horrified that she was.
Sofia awakened with a start and yet she was not in her bed. Her eyes were cloudy still but all of a sudden she knew exactly where she was. She was on all fours in the back yard of the apartment building and she was naked! How the hell did she get down here? "I must be losing my mind" she whispered. Quickly she scurried around the side of the building and into the lobby. "It's still dark, maybe no one has seen me" she thought as she dashed for the stairs, not wanting the uncertainty of the elevator. Four flights up she reached her level and after looking through the small window, she exited the stairwell and slithered down the hallway to her door. "Fuck!!" she was locked out. She tried the door four or five times not believing her predicament. Her door must have closed when she left and now she was naked in the hallway. Not only was she naked, but she was filthy she now realized. She was covered in dirt and mud, she must have been rolling on the ground out there. What was she going to do now? She slid down the wall with her face in her hands, until her tight little buttocks hit the tiled floor with a splat.
