Eleanor heartland

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Curled up in the softest bed she had ever lain on, a sweet and endearing brunette focused intently on her fingers moving inside the woman's body. Soft white lighting illuminated the room, the plush carpet and elegant, cream-colored furniture beautifully enhanced under it . The air was thick with jasmine scent, and soft music drifted from speakers, creating a sensual ambiance.

The woman's moans grew louder, her breathing more ragged, and Eleanor's fingers moved in perfect sync. Hair clung to the woman's sweaty forehead, and sheets were tangled beneath her. A small pool of liquid formed on the bed, glistening like a trophy. Eleanor's gaze flicked between the woman's face and the pool, her mind racing with excitement and trepidation.

The woman's thighs trembled, her body stiffening. Eleanor's fingers curled inward, applying gentle pressure to the sensitive spot. The woman's eyes snapped shut, and she jerked violently, crying out loud. Fluid squirted all over Eleanor's face. For a fleeting moment, Eleanor felt euphoric, senses heightened, reveling in the encounter's intensity. She felt a deep connection, intimacy, and vulnerability.

Then from nowhere the woman's hand slapped Eleanor's away, palm connecting with a loud smack. Ejecting her firm the middle of her thighs.The sound echoed through the room, a harsh note reverberating deep within Eleanor's chest. She felt hurt, rejection, and a mix of emotions. That rejection was a harsh reminder that Eleanor was a momentary pleasure. The woman's body language was unmistakable - curled-up posture to ride her high away, turned-back, eyes closed, a clear indication she was done. Like she had just used her to get there.

Eleanor sat on her feet, still kneeled on the mattress, feeling a stinging sensation. Her eyes remained fixed on the woman's still jerking back, unsure what to do, spasms was still shaking on repeated interval like a an electric short circuit.

The room seemed to spin, the young woman mind reeling with the intensity of what they just shared. She considered leaving, knowing women could be sensitive. She had read it in her research. Waiting her eyes wandered around them.The woman's nightgown lay crumpled on the bed edge, bed sheets tangled, all was messy around them, perplexed she wondered if all over was so fake that she had not seen it coming.

Looking down at her arm, she winced trying to gett passed the pain. She really despite violence, she had not thought this could happen with this woman. Lifting her left hand she tried to touch her right one closing her eyes. Her right hand throbbed, knowing it would be bruised she just inwardly sighted.

Filling like herself after almost five minutes curled on herself, the older woman stood, ignoring Eleanor, and walked to the bed's edge. She picked up her nightgown, slipped it over her head, and walked out, heading toward the shower. The sound of running water filled the silence of the bedroom wondering what was happening to her or when it has unravel the young woman sighted body trembling with too much emotions.

Taking in the stinging pain that shot through her heart now, the young woman sat on the edge of the bed on autopilot, moving on the same pace she started removing the sticky liquid that seemed to be everywhere on her face.

She helped herself with the bottle of water she had placed nearby before they started whatever they had just done, using her scarf to wipe her face clean in a hurry to leave. She had felt humiliated in the past, but this was the worst.

"For sure, nothing will ever touch me as this," she thought, trying to lift her own spirits. "Way to learn. At least I saw her colors earlier; could have been problematic in the future."

Angry with herself she pulled on her sandals, when the older woman entered the bedroom, looking at her with disdain. The young woman whose eyes met hers held up her free hand, stopping the woman from speaking. "I already get the hint, no need to be nasty." Standing up, she looked around for her jacket.