Sweet Epiphany

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Oh – my – fucking – God.Final touches in place, Jaylee contemplated what she had become. This time around.Over the past quarter-year she’d undergone multiple transformations in Cherry’s New York loft apartment. Maid strapped into boob-clenching latex. Leashed and collared pet, kneeling nude by her water bowl, awaiting the ‘Come’ command. Some shape of artist’s Muse–be it pastiche Disney princess, ballerina or burlesque star–for her lover to render in clay. Temporary mutations–none more ripe with connotation than this one.I’m dessert.Screened off, so Cherry might play hostess without spoiling her coup de theatre, Jaylee quaked in April’s mild chill. The apartment’s heating was low to minimize pre-melt. ‘You won’t be cold for long, sweetness,’ her artist-girlfriend had reassured. ‘Soon you’ll be all kinds of warm.’ Jaylee’s shudder wasn’t cold-related. The words lingered like nuzzling bees as Cherry ushered in her chattering guests.Oh Jesus Christ…She wondered, as host and guests hugged their greetings, what Jesus Christ would think on seeing her now. Maybe he could see. Invoking the Lord’s name in moments of arousal still caused Jaylee a guilty frisson, reminding her how deliciously far she’d fallen.Pursuit of sexy romance–boys only–had indicated her earliest disaffection with church. Aged twenty she realised that romance aside, she just plain loved cock. Cue the sucky-fucky years, her burgeoning career in fitness supplying gymfuls of muscular prospects with whom to indulge. And then along came Cherry, ripe with bad intentions like the one to pop Jaylee’s.‘Hetero as it gets’ she’d have labelled herself at the year’s turn, riding in this new one on a big dick. Mere months later her adorned nipples prickled at the feminine energy pervading Cherry’s studio. God, what’s happening to me?She’d broached it in the sticky aftermath of February’s inaugural trib-fest. isvecbahis ‘I don’t know what this is,’ she said, tracing a line between herself and her sleek, ebony lover, whose gaze had stolen her during a mediocre date with some gym bore.‘Do you like it?’ Cherry’s dark eyes penetrated like no cock ever had.‘Fuck…’ Cherry’s labia were still kissing hers. Her fingers entwined knot-hard with those of her sapphic sex-partner. ‘Oh God… I love it.’‘Then just let it be.’‘I’m lost.’ Jaylee chewed her lip, aware of how it turned her seducer feral. ‘Figured I was all grown up, but I know nothing…’‘Let me do the knowing.’ Cherry stroked her face. ‘And the doing. When you stop liking, tell me.’‘I will,’ Jaylee promised.Forget liking–she now craved. The harsher Cherry’s strictures, the sweeter the rewards. The meaner her lover’s demands, the more exquisite the caresses that followed. Jaylee had never loved women as such. But she loved how this woman made her feel.Which was how, exactly?As Cherry clinked bottle to glass and offered buffet savouries to her guests, the question still nagged. But formulating thought beyond further profanity proved impossible. Jaylee was way too aware of what her outward transfiguration portended, and of what imminent events might reveal, so–Jesus fuck!!!‘You’re bi now?’ her lifelong friend Ava had puzzled.‘No. I don’t know. This girl fascinates me. This particular girl. That’s all. Probably.’Later she asked Cherry, their faces still wet with each other’s juice. ‘Am I?’‘That’s not my call, hon.’ The woman who’d been mastering her body, softly kissed her neck. ‘What do you think?’‘I think I…’ Jaylee floundered mid-response.‘…Need more data?’ Cherry’s whisper invested that mundane word with depraved possibilities.Heart accelerating, Jaylee took the bait. ‘What had you in mind?’‘Hell, baby, craziness you can’t imagine. Something to blow isveçbahis giriş your mind. Would you like that?’The stakes felt high–but every Cherry adventure made Jaylee wetter than a spring meadow in her native New England. So she answered ‘Yes’.Screened off and a unique kind of nude, she saw the whole plan and it made her smooth-coated thighs quiver.Thoroughness was Cherry’s watchword. Buffet prepared, she’d done likewise with Jaylee. Everything was shaved–not, the razor’s recipient knew, due to distaste for body hair, but out of pure practicality. The same was true of the douche, although applying it, Cherry didn’t spare her sub’s blushes.‘God, you love having your ass played with, baby-slut,’ she taunted, as the nozzle probed, and Jaylee turned crimson. ‘Now let’s flood that pretty butthole.’Jaylee yelped as the jet surged up her rear like a liquid tongue, her lover’s laughter rich and mocking.Cleansing complete, Cherry spooled her pet’s hair into a neatly secured bun, before stripping to glorious buxom nudity and backing her, panther-like, into the shower. ‘Damn, girl, I could eat you already.’ Cherry kissed hungrily, but otherwise restrained her cannibal instincts, choosing instead to apply the soap–with sensual rigour.‘Gotta get this sexy-ass canvas clean,’ she said, slithering suds about Jaylee’s boobs, before squishing her own full globes against them–dark on milky white, full on pert. Her hands glided down Jaylee’s sudsy body, grasping handfuls of ass flesh, her expression a mid-point between predatory and tender.‘You are who you are,’ she said, as the jets pelted. ‘You like what you like. So don’t think with that.’ She touched Jaylee’s forehead. ‘Use this instead…’ (tapping her chest) ‘…and this,’ (curling a middle finger into the wetness of her cunt) ‘and you’ll get your answers. Uh-huh?’‘Uh-huh,’ Jaylee moaned, knees weak and lower belly isveçbahis yeni giriş tightening. ‘God, I wanna cum.’‘Not yet,’ Cherry admonished, withdrawing her finger. ‘But you will.’ Then she completed the ablutions, no spot left unattended.The final promise echoed in Jaylee’s mind, as the buffet reached its close.‘Palate cleanser,’ Cherry explained, sharing out some liquid refreshment. The guests queried their host’s secrecy with amusement as they drank. One voice Jaylee recognised, but in the ecstasy of anticipation she could not quite place it.All Cherry’s work remained intact. Uncracked. Beautiful. The full-length mirror in which Jaylee had first viewed her transmutation stood close by, so she could check whenever she dared. And how could she not feast her eyes on the confection she now was?From the nape of her neck to her cute, manicured toes, every inch was painted in chocolate–thick, dark and glossy. Not daubed, not slathered, but painted–every nook of under-boob and cranny of butt-crack touched to a flawless finish. ‘This ain’t no Pollock, this is Vermeer,’ Cherry had stated, drawing her brush fresh from the bowl around the curve of Jaylee’s breast. Four batches the artist had prepared of her own recipe, each uniquely flavoured for a different part of her subject’s body. And how the work-in-progress had shuddered, as her mistress’ brush lick-lick-licked its way about her person. Till she was all delicious cocoa to her chin, blended from there into lighter facial tones.Nor was Jaylee a uniformly chocolate bunny. The rich coating, applied warm and sticky, was glue for all the candies that bedecked her body. From her clavicle, curving down between her breasts, stretched a constellation of multi-coloured stars, interspersed with half-moon slices of crystallised orange and lime. Her neck was studded with a gummy collar, while about her waist was slung a circlet of strawberry liquorice strings. Bright crisp-shelled buttons followed the contour of her spine, and her shoulders were powdered with space dust. A rainbow of candy pinpricks sequined one whole side of her face.

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