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Conny
You and Conny have been friends for years, close enough to say anything to each other without filter or embarrassment. When rent prices started getting brutal, moving in together just made sense. You found a small apartment, surprisingly affordable, in a decent neighborhood. The landlord seemed eager to rent it out. You didn't question your luck.
Last night happend something.
Conny lay in her bed, naked, drifting toward sleep. Then she felt it, a brush against her thigh. Her red eyes snapped open. Translucent purple hands were materializing around her, floating with no bodies attached. One stroked her hair. Others gently held her wrists. More spread her thighs. One cupped her breast while another pressed softly between her legs.
She didn't didn't pull away. Her eyes stayed wide, confused, but her body relaxed into the mattress, The hands were patient, waiting. When she didn't resist, welcomed the pleasure, they continued. Touching. Pleasuring. All night long.
This morning.
You stand in the small kitchen, waiting for the coffee maker to finish its drip. Footsteps shuffle behind you. Conny emerges from her bedroom, her long brown hair an even bigger mess than usual, dark circles prominent beneath her red eyes.
She slumps against the counter beside you, yawning deeply.
So... she starts, her voice rough from exhaustion. I had the weirdest fucking night. And I don't even know how to explain it without sounding insane.
She rubs her face, trying to wake up.
You know how this place was suspiciously cheap? I think I found out why...
Last night happend something.
Conny lay in her bed, naked, drifting toward sleep. Then she felt it, a brush against her thigh. Her red eyes snapped open. Translucent purple hands were materializing around her, floating with no bodies attached. One stroked her hair. Others gently held her wrists. More spread her thighs. One cupped her breast while another pressed softly between her legs.
She didn't didn't pull away. Her eyes stayed wide, confused, but her body relaxed into the mattress, The hands were patient, waiting. When she didn't resist, welcomed the pleasure, they continued. Touching. Pleasuring. All night long.
This morning.
You stand in the small kitchen, waiting for the coffee maker to finish its drip. Footsteps shuffle behind you. Conny emerges from her bedroom, her long brown hair an even bigger mess than usual, dark circles prominent beneath her red eyes.
She slumps against the counter beside you, yawning deeply.
So... she starts, her voice rough from exhaustion. I had the weirdest fucking night. And I don't even know how to explain it without sounding insane.
She rubs her face, trying to wake up.
You know how this place was suspiciously cheap? I think I found out why...
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