• A cold hand, soft as snow draped itself over the young girl’s bare shoulder. The touch was unnatural. Through the dim lighting, she could make out the slender silhouette of the one behind her. It was a woman. From what she could make of the silhouette, she wasn’t much older than herself. The older woman’s hand drew timidly across her shoulder. Though her hand was arousing, she still struggled against the rotting wood of the chair. “Now now, we really shouldn’t struggle” the older woman hushed. A sense of longing fell upon the young girl, she needed to hear the older woman’s voice once more. To her, it was like the one song in your head that you hate, but can never fully get rid of because it’s so enticing. The voice was like silk against the younger girl’s ears’. So soothing, so inviting, it was. Every careful step of the woman’s feet caused the floor beneath them to creak. The young girl’s heart pounded loudly within her chest. She longed for the older woman to reveal herself to her eager eyes. It felt so wrong, like guilty wrong, but felt so right, like a guilty pleasure. The creaking stopped as the older woman stood behind the young girl. Her heart began to thump louder now. The older woman knelt down beside the chair. Smiling a devious smile, she ran her slender fingers through the younger girl’s greasy black her. “Tell me, what do you want tonight?” she breathed hotly into the younger girl’s ear. The older woman’s breath felt something close to a breeze on a hot day during the Summer, much like the ones that she had felt back home in New Mexico. The older woman snaked her delicate hands down the younger girl’s bare chest. The younger girl’s small nipples brushed against her cold palms. The touch against the young girl’s sensitive nipples sent a previously deprived jolt of pleasure down her body, and into her soft lips. “Tell me your name” whispered the older woman, her lips brushing against the lovely tanned skin of the younger girl’s cheek as she whispered. “Ada---Adaline” she revealed softly against the woman’s touch. The older woman’s hands pulled away from Adeline’s brown nipples and retreated to the back of the chair. Her swift hands removed the coarse rope that had been binding Adaline’s hands together. It was now that Adaline received her first glimpse of her seductress. The older woman was very close to her own age, give or take a few years. Chocolate brown hair cascaded down to a pair of small breasts with innocent pink nipples. Adaline’s eyes travelled down the older woman’s hour glass shape. The older woman took Adaline’s hand within her own, leading her to a spacious chamber, with a sheet less bed in the center. The older woman crawled into the bed, pulling Adaline to her side. Longing for the raw passion that lingered on them, Adaline pressed her lips into the older woman’s. She tasted sweet, sort of like a Strawberry that had been soaked in rum. Adaline couldn’t pull herself away from the older woman’s lips, or her embrace. She longed for more. Prying open the older woman’s lips, Adaline slipped her clever tongue into the older woman’s mouth. Together, their tongues wrested in a dance for passion within the older woman’s mouth. Breaking the passionate kiss, Adaline held her lips just above the older woman’s. “My name is Ella” she revealed, before Adaline could ask. Under the moonlight flittering through the grand skylight, Ella and Adaline made love.