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Dried drool sticks to Ophelia's cheek when she starts to wake up. She blinks her eyes open, brain foggy from sleep. She's on her stomach, starfished on the bed. Her arm is bent awkwardly underneath her body while the other is clutching a pillow. Smacking her lips, Ophelia lazily raises her head.
The room is scarily neat. The black dresser and matching bedside tables on either side of the bed are the only splash of color save for the pile of blankets in the beige-walled room. There's no dust or webs in the corners like Ophelia's room, but that's on her being too lazy to clean. Ophelia sits up, pushing her hair out of her face to look around more.
There's a single photo framed on the right bedside table. It's of a smiling Samantha with a handsome man. They're dressed in hiking gear, backpacks on as they stand on a bridge with beautiful mountains in the background. Samantha's watch is beside it along with her cell phone still on the charger.
She stands from the bed, making her way further into the apartment. "Samantha?"
"In the kitchen!" The shout comes from around the corner. When she rounds it, Ophelia finds Samantha eating a bowl of cereal. "G'morning."
Samantha is dressed in her usual ensemble that Ophelia has come to associate with the older woman. Pressed black slacks and a blue button-down shirt tucked in. She has a leather black belt, and Ophelia just knows the woman has her checkered Vans on. She never seemed to wear a different shoe. "You're dressed nicely today." She slowly walks to the counter, leaning across from the other. She wipes at her face, feeling anything but well rested.
"No, I usually wear this." Samantha peers down at her clothes. "A dress would be dressing 'nice.'" She tips the bowl, drinking the left over milk.
"Take the compliment, Samantha." Ophelia places her head on the cold marble of the counter.
A hand pats her head. "Thank you." She hears the sink turn on then the clang of a dish being placed on the drying rack. "You hungry? I have cereal and oatmeal, I can make eggs too." Samantha turns from the sink to see Ophelia still slumped over.
"No, I have stuff at my place." She straightens up and throws her arms in the air. Ophelia moans blissfully as she stretches, going on her tiptoes to get the right angle to turn her body to the side. "I needed that." She opens her eyes to see Samantha staring at her with a coffee mug raised to her mouth.
"Sorry," She encircles her wrist with her hand, rubbing her thumb over the pulse point. "Didn't mean to start making all those noises."
She shakes her head, sipping from the mug. "By all means, go ahead, I don't mind."
Ophelia's eyes widen a bit at the woman's words. She didn't mean that, did she? "I should probably get going." She points in the direction of the bedroom. "I'm gonna grab my things." Samantha hums, still drinking her coffee.
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Obsessed with Submission
Romance"Crawl," Samantha's legs are spread wide, "Crawl to me." Her voice is sweet and low. The domme has her hands pressed on her muscular thighs as she waits for the submissive to make her move. Ophelia knows that Samantha will punish her if she doesn't...
