really for me," she whispered.
While the girls a few feet over tried on clothes, oblivious, Lydia tightened her grip slightly and whispered her reply. "Keep going, it feels really good."
The blonde leaned in, licked deeply once, twice more, eliciting a sigh… but then she pulled back again. "Sorry," she said quietly, trying not to be overheard. "I mean, you're so pretty, and this was all really hot and fun, and I'll certainly have a story to tell over wine someday…"
Lydia could only glare flatly back at her incredibly resistant 'conquest.' Every step of the way had taken multiple tries, and even getting her this far had required a hypnotized rub to get her warmed up to the point where she made bad decisions… where was the surrender? The growing passion? Most women just needed an excuse to let go of their inhibitions, an excuse to immerse themselves in the pleasures of the female body…
Was Gwen really just … straight?
Lydia looked the gorgeous woman's half-naked body over, still finding her painfully attractive. Something dark in her rose up with a strange fury, and she felt an incredible desire to grab the locket and just make her … she could envision commanding the blonde with whispered frustration, to just lick my pussy already , and - more than that - she wanted to control her, dominate her utterly, to command her to masturbate thinking about women, to go to a bar and pick up young girls every night … she felt the fiery urge to just order the thin, wispy blonde to be a lesbian!
Gwen stood and dressed calmly, her grace dispelling any awkwardness that might have risen between them.
Lydia could only sigh, and get dressed herself. The gorgeous woman really was in control of, and one with, her sexuality. Using the locket to completely warp her personality seemed incredibly dark and wrong… no matter how strong the urge was, or how much the thought turned her on. She wondered if her arousal was literally going to soak through her jeans, making the walk out of the store one of haste and embarrassment…
Gwen adjusted her wispy hair, looking every bit the poised and graceful woman browsing back at the bookstore. She smiled and moved for the door - but stopped for a second. "Hey," she asked, turning back. "What do you eat usually?"
"Really just wine and candy," L ydia replied, half-smiling at her own terrible diet. "Why?"
Gwen slowly ran her tongue between her pouting lips, and smirked. "You taste really good…" She departed, leaving her charged comment hanging in the air.
Lydia's leg twitched, her heart racing with the sheer effort of restraining her arousal. A few minutes of oral sex from a gorgeous straight blonde, the high of control from the locket… her body felt on fire. She really had no willpower left to resist the urge to use the locket.
The two girls still chattered in the next changing room.
Pressing her legs together to resist the pressure, she knocked. "Hello?"
A moment of shuffling later, a young blonde girl opened the door a crack and peeked out. "Yes…?"
Seeing the girl's hair color - her favorite - Lydia smiled .
She gripped the locket in one h and, and the blonde's face immediately went neutral. Pushing inside, she found a surprised redhead - but that girl also went into a trance as soon as she looked over.
"How old are you two?" she asked, a little concerned.
"Nineteen," answered the blonde.
"Twenty," said the redhead.
She closed the door gently behind her. "Good, good…"
Both girls were fairly average, with a few notable qualities. The redhead's cheeks were curved in just such a way as to beautifully frame her green eyes; the blonde girl's pouty lips were sharply sexual.
"Ever been with a girl sexually?"
"No," they both answered.
Her smile widened into a predatory grin. "Ever fantasized about it?"
"Yes."
She eyed them for a moment, full of hunger and arousal, immensely excited. "Ever fantasized… about each other?"
"Yes," the both answered.
She moved to sit on the
While the girls a few feet over tried on clothes, oblivious, Lydia tightened her grip slightly and whispered her reply. "Keep going, it feels really good."
The blonde leaned in, licked deeply once, twice more, eliciting a sigh… but then she pulled back again. "Sorry," she said quietly, trying not to be overheard. "I mean, you're so pretty, and this was all really hot and fun, and I'll certainly have a story to tell over wine someday…"
Lydia could only glare flatly back at her incredibly resistant 'conquest.' Every step of the way had taken multiple tries, and even getting her this far had required a hypnotized rub to get her warmed up to the point where she made bad decisions… where was the surrender? The growing passion? Most women just needed an excuse to let go of their inhibitions, an excuse to immerse themselves in the pleasures of the female body…
Was Gwen really just … straight?
Lydia looked the gorgeous woman's half-naked body over, still finding her painfully attractive. Something dark in her rose up with a strange fury, and she felt an incredible desire to grab the locket and just make her … she could envision commanding the blonde with whispered frustration, to just lick my pussy already , and - more than that - she wanted to control her, dominate her utterly, to command her to masturbate thinking about women, to go to a bar and pick up young girls every night … she felt the fiery urge to just order the thin, wispy blonde to be a lesbian!
Gwen stood and dressed calmly, her grace dispelling any awkwardness that might have risen between them.
Lydia could only sigh, and get dressed herself. The gorgeous woman really was in control of, and one with, her sexuality. Using the locket to completely warp her personality seemed incredibly dark and wrong… no matter how strong the urge was, or how much the thought turned her on. She wondered if her arousal was literally going to soak through her jeans, making the walk out of the store one of haste and embarrassment…
Gwen adjusted her wispy hair, looking every bit the poised and graceful woman browsing back at the bookstore. She smiled and moved for the door - but stopped for a second. "Hey," she asked, turning back. "What do you eat usually?"
"Really just wine and candy," L ydia replied, half-smiling at her own terrible diet. "Why?"
Gwen slowly ran her tongue between her pouting lips, and smirked. "You taste really good…" She departed, leaving her charged comment hanging in the air.
Lydia's leg twitched, her heart racing with the sheer effort of restraining her arousal. A few minutes of oral sex from a gorgeous straight blonde, the high of control from the locket… her body felt on fire. She really had no willpower left to resist the urge to use the locket.
The two girls still chattered in the next changing room.
Pressing her legs together to resist the pressure, she knocked. "Hello?"
A moment of shuffling later, a young blonde girl opened the door a crack and peeked out. "Yes…?"
Seeing the girl's hair color - her favorite - Lydia smiled .
She gripped the locket in one h and, and the blonde's face immediately went neutral. Pushing inside, she found a surprised redhead - but that girl also went into a trance as soon as she looked over.
"How old are you two?" she asked, a little concerned.
"Nineteen," answered the blonde.
"Twenty," said the redhead.
She closed the door gently behind her. "Good, good…"
Both girls were fairly average, with a few notable qualities. The redhead's cheeks were curved in just such a way as to beautifully frame her green eyes; the blonde girl's pouty lips were sharply sexual.
"Ever been with a girl sexually?"
"No," they both answered.
Her smile widened into a predatory grin. "Ever fantasized about it?"
"Yes."
She eyed them for a moment, full of hunger and arousal, immensely excited. "Ever fantasized… about each other?"
"Yes," the both answered.
She moved to sit on the
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