A war between morality and desire
~There are fleeting moments of uncertainty where I sit under the white oak and dwell about the horrors of the past. The mockery never seems to seize and my mind shatters like fragile glass~
Alessia spent most of her...
Desire: the feeling of wanting to have something; Alessia did not want much in life. Mostly just a good cup of coffee and and a nice view from my window. Serenity was never easy to find, at least not when her mother repeatedly spoke about the line of dust on the dinner table that she had failed to clean. Moments of escape were all she looked forward to, a visit to the local bookstore, a drive around town. For some reason she found peace laying beside the ink that tormented the pages. She found peace in the sound of the car engine roaring. For her peace lied far away from conflict, her peace seemed beyond reach.
Alessia had not imagined that she'd ever have the balls to pack up and leave her childhood home. People saw it as a change of scenery, but in truth she was finally escaping, her past, her people and her darkness. But the past crawls it's way out eventually. Untold and uninvited.
2 years later
Alessia's gaze remained fixated on the layer of dust that sat soundlessly on the bookshelf. The wuthering heights looked so abandoned that Alessia had a sudden urge to grab it and give it some of her attention. Her mind moved in complete sync with the pouring rain outside. Peace was nice, but what of the never ending loneliness. Alessia never needed anyone but there were nights when her own thoughts seemed too scary and her body screamed for some warmth, some safety. The ginger haired beauty was well aware of the constant ringing that her phone emitted, but her mind seemed more interested in the emptiness she had been feeling lately.
" Alessia darling I have given you more than enough time to sort your problems out, i know you're not in a good headspace right now, but i can't handle the workload myself. You know how the new interns take years to learn. I expect you to be in the office at 9 sharp." Alessia's boss had had enough of her bullshit, she wanted no more excuses and Alessia was well aware how annoying new interns could be.
Truth be told Alessia hated everyone in that office, so much so that two years of working and she had never tried to learn the names of her co-workers. And why would she? Why in the world would she go up to people wearing a fake smile and a less rigid demeanor acting like she gave two shits about how Maria from the HR department spent her Saturdays. She believed that a real connection between two souls did not require a formal handshake and talks about what their mornings were like. These things were experienced. Small talk was like narrating a funny situation to a third person, the words never sounded funny.
Alessia's first day after a month long break entailed five cups of espresso and sighs of exhaustion after two minute long intervals. Fortunately the day didn't last very long and Alessia made her way back to her dingy apartment. Her cyan blue blazer was all crushed and her feet ached from wearing stilettos all day. They made her feel confident but that always came with a price. Why couldn't a woman just look sexy and not have to deal with the consequences, was it too much to ask for?
Alessia had hurriedly stripped off her suit and jumped into bed in nothing but white lace, if there was once thing Alessia had obsessed over it was lingerie. Eighty percent of her wardrobe consisted of the boldest lingerie articles one could see. The collection would suggest that she had quite a steamy sex life, but it mostly involved her hand and a vibrator that worked just fine as an alternate to a man's penis. The irony.
The poor girl deserved some love after such a long day and so she finally got up and a placed a mirror right in front of her bed. Every dip, every curve visible. She loved watching the goosebumps that traveled up her arms as her fingers went lower and lower. Alessia started by smoothing her hands over her breasts, feeling them, squeezing them. Her nipples rose to attention as the cold breeze caressed them ever so slowly. Her fingers circled the rosy buds pinching them and then soothing the area. There was something about pain being mixed with pleasure that made her pussy drip. The red head hooked her fingers in the white lace throwing it across the room. Her fingers danced across her pelvis bone before dipping right to her core. She half gasped and half moaned, shutting her eyes and feeling the electricity that shot up her spine. She teased her clit with one hand and dipped her fingers deeper into her hole speeding up her pace. The room filled with the sweet symphony of her pleasure, her moans bouncing off the walls becoming louder and louder with each stroke. And then her body stiffened and spasmed as her orgasm hit her with full force. A few tears leaked from the corner of her eye, her orgasms always made her cry. Not in an emotional way but more like wow my body really needed that. She shuddered and then smiled. Rewards like these made her get up everyday in the morning. Orgasms were
Alessia's body soon gave into the exhaustion as she passed out, with rosy cheeks and thoughts of someone else who could make her body sing like she did moments ago.
A little insight on Alessia's character and a little opening smut for y'all. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Do lemme know what y'all think about it. Stay tuned.
