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Evita's Tale Perfect
We step out of the room when I see him in his seat. The single lamp in the room makes the figure of our Master sit in attention. His jacket off, he has his shirt unbuttoned, leaving nothing underneath it. He sits in the chair, watching us as we stood still next to each other, bare as day for him. "Both of you, come here." His tone was clear that we were in the presence of our Master.We step forward until we are at a reasonable distance between us and his sitting self. With no warning, Celeste grips my hand when she falls to her knees with a loud moan. I shake as he looks at us both, wondering when he would push the button on his phone that controls mine too "Don't be scared, not yet, at least." He looks at me, and when he finds the anticipation he was looking for, I feel my entire self vibrate, my knees giving out as I fall beside Celeste "Fuck." I exclaim in reaction to the power that played with me. He sits there watching us in a fit of unmanageable pleasure brought on by his d
Evita's Tale Silent love
The sound of ringing wakes me from the deep sleep I had been taken. Woken up, I realize that it is my phone on the stand, so I make a soft exit of my body from the bed. Fighting the stinging of my ass, I carefully climb over Celeste. When I can grab it before its next vibration, I answer the call in a hushed tone, "Tori?" I speak, looking behind me to see my lovers in their state of slumber. The chill of the thin cover over my body made me hold my body."Hey Evita, sorry to be calling so early, but I wanted to let you know we will be closed for a few days. Three at most, so don't worry." I am shocked because Tori never closes the shop. It's then I notice how down she sounds. The lost joy in her voice, "Okay, is everything okay?" I asked, worried about what could have led her to this, "I just have some family drama I need to sort out. Consider this an extended weekend." She is lying or, at most, sugarcoating. I can hear it in her voice, but it is her words and her life, so I give what
Evita's Tale Unconditionally
After taking a shower and dressing in a soft dress, I checked on Celeste, who was still asleep when I was done. With nothing else to do I decide to journey through the penthouse. I had never done so before. There are not many rooms, three held grand beds and sleek decor. Deep greys tone and soft fragrances. In one of the halls, a large mahogany door, but it had a keypad similar to the one in the playroom. Was this his office? Sitting on the question, I continue my tour through the gym and the entertaining space fit with a bar. I wonder if we are going to do entertaining, and if so, is there a company similar to them? My list of questions is faulted when I see something tucked far under the staircase. A beautiful, black grand piano, it looks like it has been hidden here for some time with it being closed and hidden in such a dark place. My fascination takes a life of its own when I bring my hand to its dusty surface. Running my fingers across it until a starling black gloss shines t
Evita's Tale Flores
Laughter and love. Could anything more be a reason to live? Celeste’s joy bounces against tiled walls and over the sound of sizzling oils and busy machines, "I'm just saying, you move too much to sit for me." Trapping her body between the counter my eyes run over her full cheeks and doe eyes, settling on lips chapped by conversation and breathlessness, "I am a grown woman, I can sit still you know. Plus, you can put me in any position you want." Her composure shifts as her body shuffled between my cage. Her focus runs from my fallen gaze to my lips when she runs her tongue over her own, "You defiantly won’t sit still then." Fire, she teased it with a flutter of her lashes and the gloss of her smile over the carnage she could create. For the first time, I imagined it and tasted it. Her submission as she was brought down to her knees by her own actions, "I wonder..." My hands, once gripping the marble of the island, hold her under their touch, the feeling of her shuffles and tension as
Evita's Tale Deserve
Coming to work, my worry over what could have kept Tori from the place she loved was at an all-time high. My quick thanks towards Harold ended with a rush around and into the store with fingers running the scarf over my head while I looked around. When I see Tori, the exhaustion under her eyes makes me rush towards her before wrapping her in my arms. Her body sinks into mine as her arms wrap around my waist "I'm so tired." She exhales into my shoulder. She gives me a last squeeze of a hug before stepping out from my arms, her hands wrapping themselves around her. Bringing her to one of the reading tables, I sit her down, my hands around hers in support "Is everything okay?" Her shoulders slump in the defeat of what she was going through before she explains, “My sister, she didn’t handle the move to varsity well, started hanging out with this awful crew. I use to grill her on why she wasn't answering calls, but then she went missing. When I found her, I almost asked if she knew my si
Evita's Tale Memories
He is just as attentive in his touch of us as we wash off his day, and Celeste follows under the warmth and attention of those who cherish her. The discovery of her ticklish side fills the space with her giggle. When we turn to Master he is stepping closer to us, the daunting sight welcomed when we don’t move. His fingers run across the collar of our necks when the soft touch becomes heavy.With a gentle push, we are moved, having our backs against the cold tiled wall. He stares us both down from his height with nostalgia, "I have spent days missing how you both feel." Stepping closer, he grips a little tighter, but not as hard as he would have had we not been in the shower "How you sound, and taste. Be good and hold my shoulders." His words directed to us both, so I brought my arm to his should, running against Celeste’s. His hold on our necks begins to descend, tracing my body before he runs his tub over my exposed nipple, the shower had left them stiff, and so when he brings his
Evita's Tale Wishes
Could you ever make a wish with open eyes and surprised hands because you knew your wish would come true? Something fairy-tale-like that was within your reach, and all you had to do was take it in your hands. Between fallen lashes and single cupcakes with a flickering candle, my wishes had always been with closed eyes because I knew they were as fickle as the breath needed to blow them away. Looking at the pamphlets and files in front of me, those wishes. The ones I had made behind closed eyes presented themselves in the day. I stood from my chair, the wooden frame balancing me as I looked over the details that came with requirements for admission, registration terms and conditions, fees, and the courses and classes all sat in different piles. After a night of tossing and turning, I decided to start my morning before the sun. The scent of lilacs surrounded me as I looked back to the closed door, leaving me with the memory of the bed I had left. Even steaming water left me cold when
Evita's Tale Cross
When I enter the penthouse, I am a little later than usual after taking a slight detour. Not only did I need a walk to clear my head, but I also knew only one man I deemed worthy enough for the job. I note the silence, the lack of chatter or the occasional singing that serenaded the art when she was happy. Master's soft scent, a note I realised was the result of showers he took from the gym, was also missing. Coming to that conclusion. I leave my bag on the table near the couch before heading upstairs. I note the soft dampness of a hot shower, so I go over to the closet. Using the original door, I walk into the room, and it is on the right section. The lighting is strong against the blues and greens of the closet. Standing across from a large landscape mirror, I looked at a mirage. I leave my heels at the door, giving myself a moment as I looked over her slim fingers bringing oil to her skin, running her hands by her calves to her thighs. I watched her caress the body I considered
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