"Quiet, Ivy," she cut in, holding up a hand, "I must leave, but we'll speak tomorrow. Now get some sleep, don't do anything stupid. Like I said, you're high as a kite! Tomorrow morning reality's gonna hit 'cha like a lock in a sock! So get some sleep."
Opening my mouth to protest further, she silenced me with a kiss, stopping me when I tried to escalate things further with my tongue and bopping my nose with a finger before snapping a new outfit onto her body.
"Don't leave the house snookums," she said sternly before turning on the spot and disappearing into thin air.
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The next day I awoke to a note on my bedside table, one which simply read:
Sorry sweet cheeks, I got held up. I'll be back in a week, then we can talk about that body of yours. Don't do anything stupid. And. Stay. Inside.
My stomach felt as if it were filled with lead as I read the words. A week? A whole fucking week? What the fuck was I supposed to do for a week without her?
I scowled as I realized how attached to the damn nymph I'd become, and blushed as memories of last night bubbled up to the surface. She was right, I was high. High and unnaturally fucking horny, and now that it had worn off I was feeling especially grumpy.
Stomping into the kitchen I opened the fridge and couldn't help but give a small smile as I saw a series of jars lining the top shelf. They were full of overnight oats, and each one was individually labeled with the ingredients, as well as a little cutesy comment with a heart or smiley face drawn on in bright pink or purple marker. Alecta had cared enough to make me food before she took off to god knows where at least. Beneath the row of oats were a series of sandwiches, a Tupperware full of beans, and a series of baggies loaded with chicken and what looked like marinated Tofu.
I decided on one of the jar's with purple markings, it was strawberry shortcake flavored, made with oat milk and sweetened with Agave Nectar, inside of the jar were little quartered strawberry chunks floating on top of the milk and oats. I felt my heart flutter as I read the little scribbling she'd left on it for me:
Sweet stuff for the sweet butt.
It was beyond stupid, but it was adorable, and it made
me
feel adorable.
Sitting down on the couch, I moaned at the first delicious bite and flipped through Netflix to find something to watch. Fully embracing my newfound tastes in entertainment, I settled on a show called Bridgerton, and spent the next few hours curled up under a blanket absolutely enthralled by the ups, downs, and scandals of regency era romance.
Once I grew tired of vegging out on the couch, I resolved myself to get some fresh air. She may have told me not to leave the house, but there was no way in hell I'd be spending the entire week cooped up inside watching Netflix and reading books, even after a few hours I was already going stir crazy.
Running up to my bedroom, I fished out the least revealing of outfits Alecta had gotten me and slipped it on. After ensuring my hair wasn't a rats nest, and trying and failing multiple times to put it up into a ponytail, I resolved to finally get out.
Standing by the front door I took a few deep breaths and placed my hand on the knob. Images of my nightmare in the field flashed through my mind, and my heart rate sped up unpleasantly as I thought of everything that could go wrong. But determined, I opened the door and steeled myself to step over the threshold. That is... until I saw the purple piece of silicone on the kitchen counter.
Slowly closing the door, I turned to my right and walked into the kitchen. Reaching out, I picked the thing up. It was a toy. Shaped like a lopsided U, one end was a handle which housed three different buttons, and the other was a rather sizable phallic shape adorned by a series of evenly spaced ridges. Pushing the button on the far end, the dildo part of it began vibrating. Pushing it again allowed me to switch between various levels of intensity and patterns. The middle button controlled a tiny cup shape directly below the handle, clearly meant to stimulate my clit.
Pushing the final button, a thin clear liquid leaked from the tip of the vibrator, the intoxicating scent filled my nostrils immediately, earning a desperate moan from my parted lips. It was Alecta's... whatever! The stuff that comes out of her tits and pussy!
Licking my lips, I glanced back and forth nervously from the front door to the toy in my hand, debating internally on what to do. After a few moments, I growled in frustration and rushed to my bedroom, toy in hand. The damned woman was playing me like a fiddle, and she wasn't even there.
Jumping onto the bed, I tore my panties down to my ankles and kicked them across the room. Taking a quick sniff of the tip of my new toy, I sighed in delight as I inhaled Alecta's sweet musk before pushing the button again and licking up the fresh drop excreted from the tip. As the nectar hit my tongue, I was thrown into a frenzy. Unwilling to tear the toy from my mouth, I reached down and furiously rubbed at my clit before shoving my fingers inside my entrance and finger fucking myself with a reckless abandon.
My other hand rested on my new favorite button, pushing it repeatedly and moaning as each drop of the delicious fluid graced my mouth. After the first few drops, my head was spinning pleasantly and my body was overtaken by a delightful warmth. I felt myself sinking into the soft mattress beneath me, and my needy sex was positively dripping with desire, each brush of my clit, or rub of my walls sent shivers up my spine as my pussy spasmed and contracted at my touch.
After a the
tenth or eleventh
drop I grew delirious. It was as if I were lying atop a mattress floating through a raging sea. The world swayed violently back and forth, and my distorted face in the mirror across from my bed was fixed in a permanent look of absolute bliss. My skin was on fire, I felt feverish, and my now soaking wet pussy was a raging inferno beneath my fingers as I fucked and rubbed myself to oblivion. I was in heaven.
Twice I tried to extract the toy from my mouth and shove it between my legs, turn the vibrations on and press it to my clit, but I couldn't bring myself to remove it from my mouth, to tear my tongue away from the sinfully sweet nectar flooding my system and driving me to the brink of insanity with each and every drop.
By the twenty fifth drop I was an incoherent mess, the world faded in and out around me. My bedroom repeatedly blinked out of existence before magically rematerializing as my body exploded into a massive full body climax.
As I peaked hard enough to drown out the entire world, my tongue rubbing desperately up and down the tip of my new toy, hysterical in my desire for more.... I dreamt.
I dreamt of a big, hard cock sliding in and out of me as I thrashed and moaned. I imagined the feeling of my pussy being filled to the brim with white, hot cum as my walls contracted around a man's delicious length, milking him for everything he had while we came together.
I dreamt of dressing myself up in a cute dress, spending hours on my hair, nails, and makeup before a night out. I dreamt of a house with a white picket fence, where everyday as the nameless faceless man stepped through the door I'd get on my knees and take his thick cock into my mouth.
I dreamt of being bent over a balcony railing, my hair being pulled back hard as he took me for the world to see. I begged for him to cum in me, and he shoved a finger into my mouth as he planted himself deep inside of me. I smiled and moaned as I felt him paint my insides, convulsing as his voluminous ropes of cum sent me into a deeply satisfying climax of my own.
I dreamt of high heels, lipstick, designer purses, and acrylic nails.
I dreamt of comfort, submission, and docility.
I dreamt of Alecta, her voice bouncing around my brain as my mind's eye digested all I was seeing.
Mmmmm. That looks nice
I let out a soft moan, and my back arched further from the bed beneath me as I floated among the stars, various images of femininity and sexual gratification dancing all around me, hypnotic in their allure
Pretty little Ivy
My tongue slipped from the side of my mouth as her each and every word stoked the undying fire between my legs.
Is this what you want, pumpkin?
