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Before Cut: Pulling on necklace, Grabbing thigh in public
After Cut: Sesbian Lex
- Meeting her was an event upon itself.
- Her little shop set up with a glittering sign saying Sea For Yourself. The words almost dancing upon the display.
- The place is filled to the brim with magical arcane antiques and items. Glittering, ticking, maybe even bubbling along the shelves. Large jars of various candies can be found behind the counter. Set up similar to an old medicine shop.
- It's visually overwhelming but also organized at the same time. An odd but beautiful display that drew you in from the window.
- When you step in, you're immediately hit with a salty scent. It's fresh and deceptively like a sea breeze. The soft underlying smell being basil and patchouli.
- The bell twinkles from above, the sound filling the shop. The door shuts slowly behind you, the old hinges creaking lightly.
- Your eyes barely glance around the space before the sound of heels start approaching. A tall woman with stark white hair walks out. Her eyes seeming to glow as they take you in. A large smile erupting onto her lightly painted lips.
- She greets you in a manner that has you frozen in place. Shocked and flustered by not only her beauty but also her demeanor. She seems to glide as she walks.
- "Welcome, dear." Her voice is lighthearted and each word pronounced steadily. It's not harsh nor meek. Drawing you in and having an almost silvery presence. You feel like you're being pulled into deep waters. Like a siren is calling you.
- She whisks you away into a deeper part of her shop, her eyes never leaving you as she motions to different items that she finds suitable in an eerily accurate manner.
- She speaks in such a way that you have half a mind to wonder if she's a robot or not. She knows the backstory of every item in her shop... or maybe she's just a really good saleswoman.
- Her eyes never leave your face as she guides you further through the various racks and shelves. As if everything has been memorized by her. Even walking backwards with your hands grasped within hers.
- Her long delicate fingers hold yours between the two of you. She almost overwhelms your senses as she leads.
- A knowing, but soft, smile graces her lips as you try to process everything. She doesn't give you much of a chance as she spins you half way so you've swapped spots. Her eyes glittering mischievously.
- "I have the perfect item for you... you'll adore it, dear" She says in a gentle tone before reaching past you and pulling out a beautiful diamond choker.
- She giggles when your eyes nearly bug out at the piece. It's clearly authentic by how cold the metal and stones feel. The gems weighing heavy in your hand as she places it within.
- A soft, almost sweet look graces her face as she curls your fingers around the choker. The diamonds shining prisms onto your face.
- "Try it on for me, dear..." She influences, leaning forward to see it upon you. Hoping you do so. Her fingers barely ghosting over your neck, right over your pulse.
- Her nose brushes yours before the bell rings. The sound barely audible as she straightens up. That alone makes your eyes widen. The bell... its muted. Somehow you had lost track and she managed to draw you to the very back of the store. The feeling of a sirens den suddenly hits you.
- You've been... captured? No no. You're a willing participant... we all know you are.
- A sigh from her pink lips brings you back to reality. "I'll be right back, dear.." Her voice comes softly. Pushing the diamond holding hand closer to your chest. An almost needy glint in her eyes.
- You barely see her leave, the lack of her presence slowly bringing your logic back. The slow waves within your mind now gone.
- You glance around to return the choker to its rightful place, but there's no display box. Where did she get it from? Did you ever see it? Maybe she had it this entire time?
- You contemplate this for who knows how long. A sigh eventually leaving you as you decide to please her. As that decision is made, you notice a mirror upon the wall.
- The mirror seems to be like every other mirror, until...
- When you look within, a sudden rush of whispers fill your ears. All of them are compliments in the voices of family, friends, even strangers- they rush you for a moment. You flinch at the sudden onslaught and they gently hush. The last one being "They are real, accept them" from an echoy voice that wasn't any you knew.
- The diamond choker weighs heavy in your hand. When your eyes grace it, it glint back at you in a deceptively coy way. With reasonably shaky hands, you lift it and clasp it into place.
- A deep sigh leaving you as you tilt your head, taking in the gorgeous jewels upon you in the kind mirror.
- Sudden hands on your waist bring a startled gasp from you. The touch cold and jolting your body forward. Eternity's chin resting on your shoulder as she smiles at you. Her goleden gaze finding yours in the reflection as she delicately guides you back so your body brushes hers.
- "My... don't you look beautiful.." She whispers, her breath cool and sending a chill down your spine. A soft hum leaves her as she feels the shiver. Her hands flattening on your waist, fingers curling around you.
- "You should buy it dear... it's perfect on you... I'll even give you a deal..."
- From there on, she's swept you away. Suddenly you went from just wanting to window shop to now being graced in random jewels and accessories by the most beautiful woman you have ever seen.
- You could be anywhere within the little city and she'll somehow find you. Like a gentle basset hound with a want for their human.
- You could be at a flower shop, a bookstore, the flea market. No matter what, her cool hand will find the small of your back and her lips will brush your ear. "Hello, my dear.." She speaks softly, watching your eyes almost instantly go hazy at the sound of her voice.
- A knowing smirk graces her lips as you zone out. Her hand massaging your lower back in small circles. "Come back to me... tell me what you were looking for... I'll get you a good deal." She murmurs with a hint of humor in her tone.
- She'll guide you along through the market with a gentle but steady hand. She'll bring you to what she claims is her favorite stall, the seafood stall.
- She mutters right in your ear about the best wines to pair with what fish and which she prefers. Her lips brushing your ear and temple. The lightest of kisses placed to your skin.
- Your mind can barely process what she's saying no matter how hard you try. The fresh sea salt and basil scent she always seems to have wafting off her.
- When you go home later that evening, with her distinct scent soaked into your coat. You clutch the fabric and inhale with closed eyes, you can almost feel her cool hands on your waist again. A shiver running through you as the image in your mind blossoms fuller.
- She happens across you one comfortable afternoon. The temperature is warm with a gentle breeze, perfect for your walk.
- Her tall glory and shining hair makes her stand out like a beacon within the crowd. Her eyes trained on you as she looks over the heads of those surrounding her.
- She seems to be in the middle of a deal of sorts. While her eyes follow you, the eyes of her customers- victims- are on the item she's presenting.
- She watches your, her head tilting and a relaxed smile on her lips with a look of desire within her eyes. She clearly wants you more than a good sale right now.
- You lose sight of her for a moment as the crowd grows. Your focus leaving her and now shifting to your attempt of not getting walked over like a doormat.
- When you get your bearings and manage to catch a break in the crowd, her familiar hand runs over your stomach and grips your hip. Whisking you into a crammed dress shop.
- The dresses are poofy and the clothing racks tall to keep the trains of the dresses off the ground. An easy place to hide from a ravenous crowd and have a moment together.
- Her hands flatten against you. One right between the dimples in your back. Bringing you closer and chest to chest with her. Her eyes trailing over your surprised features while her other hand ghosts over your neck. Delicate nails tracing your pretty little neck.
- She's relaxed, her touch sending shivers down your spine. The soft hums leaving her makes your eyes droop lightly. A sudden sense of calmness entering your being and cementing you into place, in her arms, against her body.
- "I want you to wear the choker to my birthday party..." She whispers to you, her cool breath fanning over your face. The coolness soothes you and- wait. Birthday?
- She chuckles at your sudden confusion and blinking. "I'm hosting a birthday party for myself. It'll be an event... I wish for you to attend as my date... I have a dress already prepared for you."
- Getting ready for the party was an odd one. She has told you to pack an overnight bag and be prepared to leave early.
- Leaving her own party early?... what an odd woman, but lord is she a lovely woman.
- The party itself is grand, large, and decorated beautifully. The dress she picked for you accentuates your body in an eye catching manner. Her diamond choker around your neck- sorry. Your diamond choker is around your neck. Though you both know it's hers upon yours. Her upon you.
- When she sees you, her eyes go distant. A lazy smile on her lips as she walks to you in a light daze. She glides in a slow circle around you, her eyes ravishing your body.
- Reaching out, tracing the outline of your dress. Following the seam until she reaches the hidden zipper in the back. Expertly tracing it with her nail so you feel the vibrations right along your spine.
- She knows how to get you out of this dress, every fold, seam, cut, and slit is memorized by her. She could probably unwrap you single handedly without looking in your direction.
- Her hand reaches between the folds in the dress, finding a leg slit you didn't even know was there. Her fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh and lifting.
- She hooks your leg over her hip. Your hands scrambling to grab at the cloth covered table behind you for support.
- When she pulls her hand away, she trails her nails across your skin in a tantalizing manner. Letting your leg slowly fall into place.
- The party is a beautiful spectacle. A large room, pretty cake, and soft lighting causing each and every jewel to dance and glimmer.
- As your eyes take in the room, her hand raises to trace the shape of the diamonds on your choker.
- She watches the goosebumps rise on your skin. The pad of her finger hooking under the cool silver and pulls you closer to her. The action so slow and deliberate that you step forward without realizing.
- There's no harshness, no tug, no roughness. She knows you'll follow. You know you'll follow. Thinking isn't needed when around her. Just listen and be good.
- Her smile is slow and eyes heavy lidded as your attention is brought back to her. "Look at me..." She murmurs to you, watching your eyes flicker to her lips before returning to hers.
- She holds you there for a few moments. Noses brushing, finger loosely hooked, and your feet planted obediently in place. You could easily pull away, you could easily back up, but you won't.
- She only releases you when a common party goer approaches. Turning to face them with her hand on the small of your back.
- They wish her the happiest of birthdays. Asking what her big wish will be when the candles are blown.
- Her perfectly manicured finger traces the zipper of your dress as she responds. "I wished for a birthday dessert." Comes her steady reply. The individual across from you lights up, laughter leaving them.
- Of course they would assume she was just keeping her true wish secret. Because isn't a cake a dessert?
- Her hungry gaze on your lips and neck say otherwise. Her nails pressing into your back slowly making you squirm. She knows what she'll have for dessert. She knows who she'll have for dessert.
- She keeps you close throughout the event. Guiding, holding, watching. Her eyes will zone out and hone in on the glittering diamonds. Like she can't stop herself from doing so. They just look so beautiful. You look so beautiful.
- As the evening finally hits, she suddenly presses her lips to your ear "Time to leave, my dear. I have a date with you and my favorite show." She informs before whisking you away without a single goodbye to anyone else.
- The party is left in confusion at the blown out candles on her cake. Two large slices taken out with no evidence of who took them.
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- She watches as you leave her large lavish bathroom. The steam following out after you and your hair damp from your shower.
- She had gone and grabbed a few choice things for the two of you. A jazz record, some wine, and a box of chocolates. Knowing you love a sweet here and there. They'll be good for treats between rounds.
- She excitedly reaches out for you and gently dries your hair with a plush towel. Making sure to prevent you from frizzing up like a lion. When done, she tosses it on the foot of her large and lavish bed. "Come curl up with me, my dear" She guides, drawing you closer to it and up against her.
- Her arm wraps around your shoulders, your head resting gently on her chest as she turns the tv on. The Night Show starting up as soon as she clicks it on, a content hum leaving her as the theme song plays.
- She runs her manicured nails over your upper arm and shoulder, absentmindedly tracing shapes as the new episode plays. Goosebumps prick your skin wherever she touches, a gentle flush gracing your skin. Leaving it warm to the touch.
- Her fingers gracefully move across your skin in a dance, following your collarbone and dipping under your sleep shirt. Just tracing the shape of you before trailing up to feel your pulse.
- She presses occasionally against your racing pulse as her eyes remain on the screen. Tilting your head back to lightly run her nails over your neck. She's gentle, meticulous, and wants to get your pretty little self all nice and worked up so she can enjoy you before her nightly glass of warm milk.
- When you start to shiver and squirm, she shuffles lightly. Pulling you between her legs so she can run her hands under your shirt. The familiar touch runs across your sides then up your somach, cupping your chest and massaging the soft flesh in her palms. She pinches and lightly pulls at your hardened peaks.
- She holds you gently. The Late Show had switched to some evening music. The sound softly filling the background as she guides you under her. The tv mixing in an oddly tantalizing way to the jazz record she had put on. A hypnotic blend.
- Your back flat on the mattress, hair fanned out as she looks down at you. The soft warm light of her bedside lamp being the only thing to illuminate her. Her long white hair creating a waterfall around her, shielding you away from anything else.
- She starts at your knees, running her hands up your thighs. Slow. Methodical. She grabs your hips and shuffles you down. Making sure you're nice and relaxed.
- When you start to squirm, she quirks a brow. Her hands pausing as she watches you. Neither of you move as she holds your gaze.
- She won't fight you. She won't demand you. She'll stop, and she'll wait. You know how to behave, and you will or she'll stop.
- When you break her gaze, she knows you're behaving again. Her hands continuing their path up under your shirt.
- She pushes it up and traces shapes across your skin, silently making the decision to get you some cute lingerie.
- She purposely trails her manicured nails across your hips and thighs as she pulls your pajama pants down. Holding your gaze as she does, her eyes having a gentleness in them.
- She massages your thighs and calves. Making sure you aren't tense under her as your legs are kept open. Her body making sure you stay nice and spread for her.
- Her hands finally touch your aching cunt when she sees your body melt into the bedding. She watches your face closely as she feels the soft dripping flesh.
- "You feel so pretty..." She murmurs softly, feeling you clench around the pads of her two fingers. "There you go... perfect darling..."
- She doesn't rush, she isn't harsh, she's measured and steady. She likes when her baby is relaxed. There's no need for you to be tense and stressed. Not while with her.
- She takes her time working you up, watching every reaction and movement. The pinch of your brows, the flutter of eyelashes, the sighs and soft sounds.
- She'll make you scream and cry one night soon, but for now she'll learn every tiny thing that makes you tick.
- Your reactions are what pleases her, makes her feel fulfilled. She needs to make you feel good, needs to see you feel good. She has to see your soft lips gasp for her. Your hands to flex then relax when you remember that there's no need for you to claw.
- She sinks in slowly, waiting for you to sigh out before the slick sounds of your joining bodies fill the air.
- Your head falls back and a low moan rumbles from your throat. "There you are... good girl..." She hums as her pace steadily increases.
- When soft whimpers start to leave you, she lowers down. Kitten licking your clit before wrapping her lips around it.
- A deep groan leaves her, eyes closing as she finally has you in her mouth. Sucking, swirling, and flicking her tongue against you.
- Her free hand reaches up and laces with yours, making sure you're grounded as your back arches. Thighs shaking around her head.
- She thrusts and curls her fingers, tongue flicking. The gold of her heavy lidded eyes looking at how beautifully yours vanish into the back of your head.
- When you grind down on her fingers, trying to work yourself, she stops. Staring at you with unshakable control. "Ah ah... I take care of you... don't do anything while I have you..." She mutters, waiting for you to understand.
- When you take a deep breath and nod, she smiles. "Good girl..." Comes her soft response before she dives in again, your back arching almost painfully in return.
- She flicks and laps at your little clit while her fingers hit that one perfect spot. Watching your high build up and hips buck.
- She uses the weight of her body and mouth to push down on you, eyes closed as she focuses on not faltering.
- She works you through your release, fingers pumping then slowly pulling out. She instantly cleans them off as if you're the finest meal to have.
- She waits for you to calm down for a bit, watching with a gentle look before slowly pushing your knees up to your chest. Taking in your closed eyes and parted lips.
- Her eyes nearly sparkle when yours shoot open and hands scramble. Her mouth lapping as her nails dig into your hips. She holds you there like a lion eating it's prey.
- Taking in every reaction of yours, drinking everything you give. A purr leaving her when you cum again.
- She finally feels accomplished when your body goes limp and you can barely stay awake. Your soft breathing and tired body in her home, in her bed, and in arms.
- Her birthday wish is now true and just maybe, birthdays aren't so bad. Not as long as they're spent with you at the end of it.
- She takes her time cleaning you up. Wiping you down with a warm rag and kissing you as she goes. Soft praise leaving her lips
- "I'm so glad to take care of you... you looked so pretty the entire time..." Comes her soft reassurances as she tucks you in. Gently feeding you some of the high quality chocolates she excitedly purchases for you days ago.
- Her departure is short and quick, a warm mug of milk in her hand to fight back any nightmares she may have. Her robe hangs off the nearby chair as she climbs in beside you.
- The light clicked off after the clink of her mug fills the space. She spoons you in the light linens and silk pillows of her bed. Content, fulfilled, and adoringly in love.
You opened your eyes, eye adjusting to the harsh lighting of the train, wait, a train? You thought to yourself. This was weird. You’d been in the hospital for weeks due to the decline of cancer, but now you were here… weird. You also took into account that you weren’t alone, some people in regular clothing and others in a hospital gown, like yourself. You heard the ding of the train car, signaling a stop coming up, noticing most everyone exiting, you followed, hoping this would be the place to get some answers.
You noticed some being confused, like you, and some looked disappointed, and things started to click in your brain.
You were Dead, that was the only logical explanation.
The last thing you remembered was lying down in the hospital room, speaking to a nurse about the options that were left, given the condition you were in
You finally made it up the escalator through the crowds of people to what looked to be a terminal to the train station.
Crowds of confused people, asking what was happening, and some sitting and appeared to be waiting for something or someone.
You decided to approach one of the people who seemed to be working in this purgatory terminal.
"Hi," you said, tapping one of them on the shoulder. They turned around to face you, "What's going on? I know I'm dead and everything, but-" They interrupted your rambling. "Your afterlife coordinator will be with you shortly." They broke in, turning away from you again, beginning to speak to someone who appeared to have also just arrived.
"Great," You sighed to yourself, going to find a seat. "This better not take too long…" sitting down in one of the seats in the terminal.
"That's me," You said, raising your hand up in some sort of a wave.
"Hi, I'm Olivia. I'll be your afterlife coordinator." She stated, looking down at her clipboard, which seemed to have information about… you?
"Nice to meet you," You said, hint of confusion in your tone.
"You are 73, from Wisconsin, a teacher, you lived a good life from what I can see," she said, "although I'm surprised you lived this long--you know, with the divorce and depression and all."
"Wow.. thanks, I really appreciate that.." You said you feel really vulnerable around this woman you just met.
"Of course, looking great by the way," She said, which made you confused.
"Huh- What do you-" You said, interrupted by a mirror being shoved in your face.
Damn, she was right, you DID look good. You looked no older than 23.
"Wha- How?" You said you're still shocked at your new appearance.
"When you get here, you age back to the happiest time in your life, and it appears for you," she said, pointing to her clipboard. "It was 1975, your first marriage," your coordinator replied, "I think we both know why it wasn't your second or third." Olivia winked. yn pursed her lips, already starting to feel annoyed.
"Hey, come on, walk with me." The blonde-haired woman urged her to walk arm in arm. "So when is the part where you explain whatever--" she referenced the crowded area filled with pamphlets of different places. Olivia's eyes lit up, and she nervously giggled." Oh! Sorry, I'm kinda new at this, but… basically, you can choose wherever you want to stay for the rest of your life," she thought for a moment, "well, not life?" Y/n sighed and looked around at the different booths the room had to offer.
She made eye contact with a young-looking French-looking woman. "Hey! wanna live the rest of your eternity in Paris in the 60's? Besides the sexism, of course." Yn politely declined as she turned back to her coordinator. "Eternity?" the woman asked. Olivia smiled and handed her a pamphlet from her clipboard. "Yup! Also, wherever you choose to stay, you can't leave." Y/N's eyes widened when she looked at the paper she handed. "I snagged this for ya when I read your file. It seems like you might like it. You never got to visit it, right?" Olivia continued. "N-no, Bobby and John never wanted to, said it wouldn't be fun, preferred the community pool instead," Y/N shared. Olivia huffed and put her olive colored hand on Y/N's. "
Well, it's a good thing they chose their eternity a long time ago." Y/N's eyes widened, and she furrowed her eyebrows. "Well, they certainly wasted no time, now did they…" The young woman joked. Olivia chuckled and put her hand on her mouth. "Well, now it's time to think about you, here, let me show you to your room for the next 7 days. "I have so many questions," Yn mumbled, still holding on to the paper brochure.
"Here you are! Your lovely abode for the next seven days. It's not much, but hey, at least you have your own room!" Olivia said, opening the door and letting you walk in before her.
"Thank you, Olivia," you said, feeling quite drained from all of the new information hitting your brain. The room looked like a high-end hotel room, " Wow, " you thought to yourself. Hey, when you're dead, at least you don't have to pay anything to stay here; you would have never afforded anything like this when you were alive.
"I'll let you get settled, I'll come by a bit later to make sure you're all good!" she said, making her way back towards the door.
"Hey.. Wait-" You said before she could fully exit.
"Hmm?" she said, waiting to hear what you had to say.
"Is there.. uh.. anything to do around here. Just so I'm not held up in here for seven days?" you said, hesitantly, in this new place.
"Yeah, there are quite a few restaurants and a bar, a lot of people have asked the same thing, but yeah, there are a few things to do! You could also look around the floor at the different eternitys to make sure you know what you want," Olivia said, holding on to the door, halfway in the hall.
"Oh.. Okay, thank you again, you've been really helpful through this so far," you said, thankful for someone who put some method to the madness that is this.
"Alright, I'll be back tomorrow to come and check in, bye!" she said, shutting the door.
"Bye," you said after she shut the door… "Okay.." You said to yourself
You decided to spend the rest of the day relaxing, trying to get used to your surroundings and get a grip on the fact that you were dead and alone.
What a way to spend eternity, right?
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGG
also sorry no larry yet, we are getting the lore TRUST HE WILL BE NEXT
