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Authors: Maria N. Lang
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that her target had worn, and it played on her subconscious enough to keep her on edge.
Had the memory come a minute earlier, she would have walked through town with a raging, fat hard-on on full display. As it was, she only had sand, rocks and the ocean to show her physique off to, having crossed the border from sidewalk to beach to crawl over the last borders of rough boulders between her and her destination.
The girl from Rika's dream lay there, in the sand. She was curled up awkwardly, but there were no signs of death or of violent struggle. She just laid there in the sand, half on her towel, looking peaceful. A momentary lull in the wind brought the faint sound of steady breathing to Rika’s ears. The girl was sleeping.
Awash with the cold, purging comfort, Rika moved closer. Her foot stepped on something foreign, something not sand or stone, and her startled reflexes made her jump backwards. She had not uttered a sound, but she was on high alert. Despite how pleasant the beach's landscape was, to her there was nothing as disgusting as the creatures that inhabited it, and they did occasionally wash up. She looked down.
What Rika had stepped on was no dead crab or wet piece of seaweed but a wallet made of brown, well-worn leather. With a glance at the awkwardly sleeping girl, Rika took a moment and looked inside. There were plastic cards for all sorts of services as well as a few paper tickets, and a picture. She cast a glance at a card, reading the name. Nina Catarina. The two women were from the same city, too. The tickets were from various sightseeing tours.
The picture had obviously been taken while the two people on it had been unaware of the cameraman or woman. Nina’s slender frame, easy smile and dirty-blonde hair was covered by a straw hat and a loose, pale green summer dress. The man she held hands with had short, dark brown curls and a smile to die for. He wore a white shirt and sand-colored cargo shorts. They looked happy. Rika closed the wallet.
Nina was sleeping easily, despite the clumsily-tied rope around her wrists. That had not been obvious from a distance, but this close and with the girl on her side, it was clear that she had been tied in a hurry. Her hair was a mess and she was very, very naked. Rika had to swallow, blinking heavily as she felt another memory threatening to come back. Her wandering eyes took in the same body that had labored beneath hers in her last flashback.
It really had happened. She raised her left hand, rubbing it over her face. She had had sex with this girl named Nina, even tied her up before fucking her like a rag doll. The girl didn't seem like she had suffered anything beyond discomfort as she laid on the ground. She was disheveled to be sure, but the rampant moans that echoed through the back of Rika’s skull did not make her think that it had been rape.
The girl breathed in deeply, slowly blinking her eyes open as she came awake. “Hey, lovely,” she said, blinking again, presumably to dispel the sleepiness. “Back for more? Was wondering when you’d come back and take care of the rope.”
Somehow, hearing the girl’s voice was too heavy a trigger for Rika to ignore. She dropped the wallet in the sand, her pupils dilating as she took in the calm, comfortably sexy woman arranged on the ground in front of her. For a moment, it was as if her mind receded from reality. She grit her teeth and fought it, feeling as if she was pushing a burden around in front of her, but still she fought. She fought and she won.
***~~~***
Rika blinked. The girl was still tied, but had been rolled around to lie on her stomach. A solid handful of her hair was locked in one of Rika’s hands, and without having to look down she knew that she had plunged her entire fat cock into the girl’s needy, tight little cunt. She shook her head, surprised at her own thoughts, and noticed she was drooling slightly. Rika was still mechanically moving back and forth, but her thrusts were
Had the memory come a minute earlier, she would have walked through town with a raging, fat hard-on on full display. As it was, she only had sand, rocks and the ocean to show her physique off to, having crossed the border from sidewalk to beach to crawl over the last borders of rough boulders between her and her destination.
The girl from Rika's dream lay there, in the sand. She was curled up awkwardly, but there were no signs of death or of violent struggle. She just laid there in the sand, half on her towel, looking peaceful. A momentary lull in the wind brought the faint sound of steady breathing to Rika’s ears. The girl was sleeping.
Awash with the cold, purging comfort, Rika moved closer. Her foot stepped on something foreign, something not sand or stone, and her startled reflexes made her jump backwards. She had not uttered a sound, but she was on high alert. Despite how pleasant the beach's landscape was, to her there was nothing as disgusting as the creatures that inhabited it, and they did occasionally wash up. She looked down.
What Rika had stepped on was no dead crab or wet piece of seaweed but a wallet made of brown, well-worn leather. With a glance at the awkwardly sleeping girl, Rika took a moment and looked inside. There were plastic cards for all sorts of services as well as a few paper tickets, and a picture. She cast a glance at a card, reading the name. Nina Catarina. The two women were from the same city, too. The tickets were from various sightseeing tours.
The picture had obviously been taken while the two people on it had been unaware of the cameraman or woman. Nina’s slender frame, easy smile and dirty-blonde hair was covered by a straw hat and a loose, pale green summer dress. The man she held hands with had short, dark brown curls and a smile to die for. He wore a white shirt and sand-colored cargo shorts. They looked happy. Rika closed the wallet.
Nina was sleeping easily, despite the clumsily-tied rope around her wrists. That had not been obvious from a distance, but this close and with the girl on her side, it was clear that she had been tied in a hurry. Her hair was a mess and she was very, very naked. Rika had to swallow, blinking heavily as she felt another memory threatening to come back. Her wandering eyes took in the same body that had labored beneath hers in her last flashback.
It really had happened. She raised her left hand, rubbing it over her face. She had had sex with this girl named Nina, even tied her up before fucking her like a rag doll. The girl didn't seem like she had suffered anything beyond discomfort as she laid on the ground. She was disheveled to be sure, but the rampant moans that echoed through the back of Rika’s skull did not make her think that it had been rape.
The girl breathed in deeply, slowly blinking her eyes open as she came awake. “Hey, lovely,” she said, blinking again, presumably to dispel the sleepiness. “Back for more? Was wondering when you’d come back and take care of the rope.”
Somehow, hearing the girl’s voice was too heavy a trigger for Rika to ignore. She dropped the wallet in the sand, her pupils dilating as she took in the calm, comfortably sexy woman arranged on the ground in front of her. For a moment, it was as if her mind receded from reality. She grit her teeth and fought it, feeling as if she was pushing a burden around in front of her, but still she fought. She fought and she won.
***~~~***
Rika blinked. The girl was still tied, but had been rolled around to lie on her stomach. A solid handful of her hair was locked in one of Rika’s hands, and without having to look down she knew that she had plunged her entire fat cock into the girl’s needy, tight little cunt. She shook her head, surprised at her own thoughts, and noticed she was drooling slightly. Rika was still mechanically moving back and forth, but her thrusts were
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