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Saturday begins bright and early for Ophelia. She stands in her kitchen, swiping away at her phone's news feed. Down the hall, the shower runs. She checks the time again, noticing that they have 10 minutes left if they want to make it on time for brunch in the village. She shouts down the hall for Erica to hurry, sipping from her glass of water.
The shower turns off, signaling that Erica finally finished her 30-minute shower. She steps into the living room with a towel wrapped around her body. "You rush me, but you're not even dressed yet?"
"I was waiting for the bathroom." She breezes past her best friend, beelining for the bathroom.
It takes 15 minutes for them to make it to the village brunch restaurant. Ophelia has only eaten here with her Aunt Azalea, and the pancakes were to die for. They sit at a table outside, enjoying the nice fresh autumn air.
"When are we going to talk about your neighbor?" Erica places her menu down, sipping her vodka sunrise.
Ophelia eyes her over the menu in her hands, picking up her mojito to copy Erica. "I don't know what you mean." She receives a kick to the leg. "Ow!"
"My ass you don't know what I mean." Erica nearly leans across the table as she heatedly whispers, "You shared a bed and stared at her boobs for an hour."
"Shh!" She covers her mouth, frantically searching around them to see if anyone heard. "Be quiet, this is a small town where everyone knows everyone." Ophelia rolls her eyes at Erica's dead stare. "Alright, fine." She fiddles with her napkin. "I think I have a crush on Samantha."
"What makes you think you have a crush and it's not infatuation? Those are both very different." Erica lowers her voice to a whisper. "Have you experimented while you've been here?"
"No! Gosh, Erica." Ophelia mentally facepalms. "It's like when I wake up and she's the first thing on my mind." She stares down at the white cloth of the table, tracing circles in it with her fingernail. "My heart feels like it's about to leap from my chest when she smiles at me and when she touches me. I feel exhilarated like I can do anything as long as she's with me." Samantha's face appears in her mind, she flushes remembering her angry vows to hurt anyone who dared to make Ophelia feel like trash. "Every time she opens her mouth, I want to kiss her and see how far my tongue can go before she bites me. When Samantha calls me 'sweetheart' I turn into a gooey puddle, I can't think, can't breathe. It's like I want to hug her and never let her go. I want to become one with her, I want to know every inch of her body with my fingers and my mouth. She...she's so fucking perfect."
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Obsessed with Submission
Romansa"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...
