The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Annabel strode briskly along the road. She liked being in the older part of town, built at a time when architects and planners took pride in their work. Well kept Victorian houses that oozed middle class respectability filled the tree-lined street, while the pavement was a leafy carpet of autumnal colour that crunched satisfyingly underfoot. Pausing momentarily to check her reflection in the glossy black of a parked SUV, Annabel was pleased. She’d finally settled on a long fawn coat, jeans, heels and a confident red top, one of the new turtlenecks from yesterday. It was the perfect combination of classy and casual.

The house numbers climbed as she walked down the street before finally stopping outside a semi-detached house made of age-mellowed red brick.

A paved pathway led through a narrow, low-maintenance garden displayed behind original wrought iron railings. In an attempt to fend off the modern world, the unsightly plastic ugliness of the wheelie bins were partially hidden from view by a strategically positioned evergreen shrub.

Pulse racing, she climbed the three steps leading to the charcoal grey front door.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the butterflies in her stomach, Annabel centred herself before pressing the bell.

Annabel concentrated on her breathing, willing herself to stay calm as the adrenalin coursed through her body. The pause seemed to go on forever as she waited anxiously on the step.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the door swung open to reveal her friend smiling broadly.

“Annabel!” the petite woman welcomed her warmly as she was ushered into the hallway. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

Greeting her with a hug and a peck on the cheek, Annabel felt her sex twitch. Straining to maintain her composure, Annabel felt her entire body sizzle after the brief physical contact, the flush reddening her cheeks slightly. As her brunette friend disappeared with her coat, Annabel focussed on suppressing the familiar sexual urges bubbling up to the surface of her mind, willing herself to remain calm.

Emotions were welling up once more. Only instead of the dark negativity of just a few hours ago these new feelings were all positive. Being in the presence of her gorgeous friend put all her fears and insecurities into perspective.

The simmering arousal that warmed her body and mind left no time for such trivial concerns.

She smiled excitedly as Lauren reappeared. The thought just popped into her head without warning. Annabel knew that she could trust her friend completely. There was no need to be silly.

Tearing her eyes away from the alluring woman, she took stock of the tastefully decorated hallway with all its period features for the very first time.

“This is great house!” she exclaimed, genuinely impressed. “Is this all yours?”

“Hardly!” Lauren chuckled, her smouldering eyes making Annabel tingle. “I’m sharing with a few other girls. The landlord, or lady I should say, has done a pretty good job in setting up the place to suit our needs. I’ll give you the grand tour after lunch.”

Suppressing the desire flooding through her mind, Annabel smiled in return, following her friend into the kitchen from which the intoxicating aroma of food reminded her just how little she had eaten over the past few days.

The meal had been delicious. A second glass of red wine had taken the edge off her obsessive urges which had now settled into a reassuring glow of throbbing excitement.

As the two friends chatted freely about work, life and the idiocy of men in general, Annabel felt her feelings towards Lauren changing. The lust remained, but something else was happening to her. Lauren was no passing crush that she’d grow tired of. Annabel knew the signs. The petite brunette woman enraptured and enchanted her, drawing her helplessly in. Like a moth slowly inching towards a flame, Annabel knew that she was falling for her.

Deeply. Madly. Passionately.

While the feelings were familiar, her rational mind struggled with the inner conflict that still troubled her. She was falling in love with a woman. But she wasn’t a lesbian. Was she? She had never been attracted to girls. But now her sexual fantasies all revolved around this beautiful woman who seemed to have captivated her completely.

It was more than a little odd.

But such thoughts had no place here. It felt good to dismiss her worries and concentrate all her focus on Lauren. That was much better.

The conversation inevitably came around to their shared online proclivities. “I see you’re a regular on the forum,” Lauren noted, her hazel eyes sparkling with delight.

“Oh absolutely,” Annabel enthused, twisting her hair coquettishly as she gazed at the gorgeous woman sitting opposite her. “Couldn’t live without it!”

Licking her lips briefly, Lauren’s eyes flashed in what Annabel hoped was approval as she registered her tentative flirting.

“Thanks for telling me about that place,” Annabel went on, her voice sultry. “You were right. When I signed up I got a massive discount on my order.”

“Told you!” Lauren purred, her hand briefly touching Annabel’s as she spoke, sending a ripple of pleasure through the besotted guest.

“I got lots of new stuff yesterday, including this,” Annabel huskily responded, reaching up to her throat, mirroring her friend’s gesture of the other day. As suggestively as she dared, Annabel stroked the high, tight collar gripping her neck. She knew the action would stoke the flames of desire that were already threatening to burst into an all-consuming conflagration. But she couldn’t stop herself. Clenching her pussy muscles tightly, she rode the tremor that shivered through her body.

The negative thoughts resurfaced briefly. Annabel felt disgusted with herself. Her actions felt wrong. Dirty. As if she was a prostitute offering her body to a prospective client.

Lauren’s eyes sparked with approval, seeing and understanding everything.

The negativity vanished.

“Another turtleneck!” her friend praised. “I just love the way they look on you Annabel. So pretty.”

Eyes firmly locked on each other, the two young women shared a long lingering stare that was full of meaning. Another pleasurable shiver shook through Annabel’s body, which she failed to suppress. Slowly, sensuously, Lauren touched the high collar of her own black top, slowly and deliberately running her hand along the material.

Gazing helplessly into Lauren’s complicated eyes Annabel knew that this was not just about lust and sex. Yes, that was a major part of the attraction. But she somehow felt a profound connection with this stunning woman, something far deeper than she’d ever experienced with any other human being.

And she thought that Lauren felt it too. Didn’t she?

It was a truly beautiful moment and in Annabel’s mind it seemed to go on forever.

“We’re really going to have to organise a clothing rota now if we’re gonna be twins!” Lauren laughed lightly. “We don’t want people in work to be talking about us behind our backs!”

The moment was over. Nothing had been said, but Annabel knew then that everything had changed.

Her earlier confusion about her sexual identity was fading. The negative thoughts were gone for the moment.

This was not a fixation about some abstract, distant celebrity she could never possibly meet. Lauren was real. She was here, sitting in her house talking to her. Their sexual chemistry was palpable.

Lauren smiled, breaking the spell. “Let me give you a tour of the house,” she announced brightly.

Waving the dirty dishes away, Lauren turned to a door at the rear of the kitchen and opened it, indicating that Annabel should follow. After descending down a short flight of stairs she found herself in a basement room. The walls were unplastered brick but the floor had been newly tiled.

Recessed lighting illuminated the windowless space. In front of her was a comfortable, if slightly battered, vintage three seat leather couch that faced a large tv screen fixed to the wall opposite. Otherwise the room was filled with expensive exercise equipment.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have started the tour here,” Lauren explained apologetically. “This used to be the old coal cellar,” she continued, “which we now use as a workout room. And sometimes as a home cinema.”

Annabel, still smouldering in the afterglow of their encounter, looked around in a daze. Just visible behind the screen was a smaller room filled with boxes and assorted clutter, obviously used for storage.

“Not much of a view down here,” Lauren went on, nodding to the screen, “so we rigged this up to entertain us as we work out.”

“Great idea,” Annabel nodded, the erotic fog dissipating somewhat, before following her friend back upstairs. Lauren led her on to the main living room.

As they opened the door, two young women entwined on the couch quickly disentangled themselves, turning towards the unexpected intruders.

“Oh hi,” Lauren stammered unsteadily, startled, “I didn’t realise you guys were in here.”

Annabel hovered awkwardly and observed the exchange, pleased that the moistness between her legs would not seep through her jeans because of the extra padding she’d added for that very purpose.

The nearest, a tall athletic woman with coffee coloured skin and a short frizzy haircut, was the first to react. Detaching herself from the other woman, she stood and flashed them a confident smile.

“No problem,” the black woman responded evenly.

“I was just showing my friend Annabel around the house,” Lauren explained hurriedly.

The black woman nodded reassuringly. “Sure. We knew you were having somebody around for lunch.” She turned to Annabel and gave her a wide white smile. “I’m Naomi,” she introduced herself, “and this is Jess.”

Jess, a pale redhead beamed a smile of her own at Annabel. She was shorter in stature but equally toned, yet also softer at the same time.

Obviously they did a lot of working out together both physically and metaphorically Annabel observed idly as they chatted for a few moments before leaving the two lovers in peace.

“Sorry about that,” Lauren whispered once they were in the hallway again. “I hope you weren’t embarrassed?”

“No, please don’t worry,” Annabel reacted quickly, her pulse racing.

“Jess and Naomi are a really sweet couple,” Lauren continued. “And very easy to live with, unlike our previous housemate,” she grimaced.

“Oh?” Annabel asked politely, her snatch throbbing from the Sapphic encounter.

“Yeah. Jennifer moved out last week,” Lauren continued. “She was a total pain. It was nothing but drama with her all the time.”

Nodding sympathetically, Annabel muttered something about how awkward these situations can be and how difficult it can be to find a new housemate after you’d been burnt by a crazy person.

“Ohh, I should show you my room!” Lauren brightened.

After being led upstairs, Annabel found herself in a spacious bedroom with a pair of massive built in wardrobes along one wall.

Unlike her apartment, Lauren’s room was neat and scrupulously tidy, like everything in the house. An old fashioned chair reupholstered in new vibrant fabric and a small wooden upcycled table were carefully positioned to give the best view from the beautiful bay window overlooking the city rooftops.

A vintage brass framed bed lay against the opposite wall, festooned with throw pillows. Something familiar caught her eye. There, neatly folded and laid out on the bed lay a pair of the same grey coloured nightwear she’d received yesterday.

The words SLEEP TIME were clearly visible.

“Oh!” Annabel spluttered in surprise. “We really are twins now! I have the exact same pyjamas as you!”

“Wow!” Lauren laughed merrily at the coincidence.

The same weird visor like device that Annabel had put aside from yesterday’s free gift lay alongside the pyjamas.

“I have that gizmo too,” she continued, puzzled, “but I haven’t used it.”

Picking up the headset, Lauren nodded. “Oh, this is great. I use it all the time when I get stressed or worried. It’s really soothing.”

“Really?” Annabel questioned, her interest piqued.

“Yeah. Oftentimes before I go to sleep I just put it on and drift off. It really helps me to unwind. You should try it,” her friend urged.

The memories of uncounted climaxes faded softly leaving her placid, happy and satisfied. Upon staggering home, Annabel had ripped off her sopping panties and plunged her digits deep into her soaking slit. Her visit to Lauren’s house had been exhilarating. The next few hours had been a blur. Her depraved desires had turned into hours of frenzied of masturbatory bliss.

But now she was calmer, able to think rationally once more. Her cunt was sated for the present.

Annabel surveyed her drab apartment with a critical eye. Her visit had been a real eye-opener in more ways than one.

Thinking about the past week, she realised that her earlier meltdowns must have been triggered by a succession of multiple stressful events. There was work, of course, which was always difficult. Then there was her break-up which must have taken more of an emotional toll on her than she’d thought at the time.

But there was a silver lining, she decided. Without her breakdown she would have never had the chance to analyse her feelings in depth. The root cause of her unhappiness might have continued to elude her. She might have been destined to fall back into bad habits.

But she mustn’t dwell on the past, Annabel resolved. It was gone. She couldn’t allow herself to be held back by it. No more negativity. She needed to concentrate on the future and make positive changes.

First off, living alone was bad for her mental health. Besides, her place was a complete rubbish tip in comparison to Lauren’s house. She had to admit to herself that she was a bit of a slob when given the opportunity to pig out.

Secondly, and more importantly, perhaps the feelings she was having towards Lauren were a sign that she needed to re-evaluate her sexuality. The feelings she felt towards Lauren were strong and deep. They felt very real. Maybe the root cause of all the unsatisfying relationships she’d had with men over the years were because she was gay?

That might also explain the confusion and dread she’d felt earlier. Was her crisis that morning because she was trying to reject her true self? Unconsciously, did she want to accept that she had feelings for another woman?

It was certainly something she needed to really think about.

But not tonight. She was exhausted, utterly drained by the roller coaster of emotion and carnal pleasure that had consumed her day.

A nice long rest was what she needed.

“Sleep time,” she smiled to herself, recalling the pyjamas on Lauren’s bed.

Ignoring the dildo which lay beside her, she set her phone to charge for the night. Feeling pleasantly tired, Annabel got into her new soft and comfortable pyjamas. Even folded, the turtleneck reached up past her chin, the playful prickles dancing over her sensitive skin, embracing her warmly like the lover she wanted to be able to share her life with.

She felt safe and secure cocooned in the high collar.

The tingling sensation in her neck was her constant companion. It was no longer an irritant, something to be endured for the sake of appearing fashionable or desirable. The delicious, sensual heat caressing her neck was an endless source of reassuring comfort, enabling her to endure life’s ups and downs.

Reaching for the headset she examined it closely. From the front it resembled a pair of oversized mirrored sunglasses, the tinted lenses gleaming mysteriously in the light of her bedside lamp. Cautiously she twisted the eyepieces, watching how they flexed under her fingers before returning to their original shape when she released them. The metallic sides of the lenses swooped back before flowing down to form flat rounded cups obviously designed to fit over the wearer’s ears. An adjustable band at the rear kept it in place.

Annabel was impressed. Ergonomics.

She studied the brief instructions. Simpicity itself: put the visor on and press the small button on the side.

Which is exactly what she did.

The flexible headset shaped itself to fit comfortably over the contours of her face, the twin eyepieces pressed tightly against her eyesockets. The device warmed quickly to her skin. It was light and incredibly comfortable, yet being tightly secured around her head it was designed not to come off as she slept. Her vision was unimpaired by the form fitting lenses, although the silent headphones did muffle sounds slightly.

She switched the light off and buried herself in the thick duvet.

The sound of waves lapping on the beach soothed her while the visor gently filled her eyes with calm, restful blue. Slowly, lazily different shades of blue began to shift before her eyes.

Blue that reminded her of the sea surrounding a tropical paradise.

The waves nothing but a soothing balm, calming her mind.

Blue the colour of a cloudless summer’s day full of promise.

A gentle hiss as the waves met the soft, sandy shoreline.

Annabel’s eyelids were drooping lower and lower.

The drowsiness overwhelming her.

Thoughts slipping away.

No cares. No worries.

Her mind shut down as the hissing waves and blue light washed everything away.

She smiled broadly as the likes clocked up. Annabel had posted her first selfie on the forum this morning and had been constantly checking her phone throughout the day, growing more and more pleased by the likes. Every admiring comment posted on her photo only intensified her euphoric mood.

As usual, work was busy—the office drudgery never ended.

But her buoyant frame of mind had set her thinking about her future. Perhaps the time was right to start looking around for a better job? A position that would help her grow as a person rather than just something that just paid the rent.

She knew that change was in the air and she was glad to embrace it.

Slipping the phone out of sight, she turned back to her computer. Still smiling to herself, she opened yet another panicky email from Accounts. A brief scan told her that somebody had messed up yet again and was looking to spread the blame by involving as many people as possible.

Men, she winced, always deceiving and lying. They were all the same. Her eyes had been well and truly opened to their duplicitous nature. No wonder her previous relationships had been terrible.

This new found clarity only strengthened her determination to make big life changes.

Sighing in mild exasperation, Annabel joined in the buck-passing merry-go-round. Her fingers danced across the keyboard drafting a carefully crafted, yet vague, email that committed her to absolutely nothing whilst also appearing to be helpful.

Soothing cerulean light trickled through Annabel’s shut eyes.

The waves hissed monotonously against the beach.

Pure relaxation.

Her consciousness switched off.

A faint whisper rose, barely audible through the noise of the gentle sea.

The blue light grew in intensity, pulsing slowly, penetrating past her closed eyelids.

Annabel slipped discreetly into the bathroom. Her manager was in the inter-departmental meeting hastily called to deal with the mix-up in Accounts which was looking more and more ominous with every passing day. His focus was on keeping the stench of failure as far as possible away from him. Micro-managing his staff was not a priority at present.

She wouldn’t be missed for twenty minutes, at least, and had set the alarm on her phone accordingly.

The screen was before her eyes now. She was hooked on the Gorgonistas, as she had wittily coined them in a recent photo caption. Apart from work, the addictive app was the only way she could take her mind off Lauren.

Registering joyfully that her likes for his morning’s selfie had increased dramatically, Annabel smiled to herself. Each like felt like a validation, an unrequited acceptance of who and what she was.

Fully embracing the love that seemed to emanate from the small screen, Annabel was more than happy to reciprocate.

Gingerly, she teased the collar around her neck, thrilling to the sensations that slowly spread though her body like ripples from a small stone she’d lobbed into a pond. She had to be cautious in work to add just enough spice to liven up her furtive browsing without losing control.

The danger of discovery just added to the excitement.

Later, in the privacy of her apartment, she would have the chance to properly slake her newfound thirsts. Her ravenous snatch hungered for more.

These unknown women were just the appetizers.

Lauren was a dish to be savoured properly.

A wide eyed woman, pouting lips, hair piled high atop her head, smooth skin the colour of molten chocolate looked back from her phone. Alluring.

Like.

Another woman, striking green eyes, bobbed hair, luscious kissable lips. Delicious.

Like.

Long blonde hair, soft smile, heavy breasts, smouldering eyes. Hot.

Like.

Another blonde, shorter hair, cute upturned nose. Sexy.

Like.

Blue.

She was swimming in blue.

Everything was blue.

Her mind was filled with blue.

Her thoughts were blue.

That was good. Annabel liked the blue. It meant she was completely relaxed. There was nothing to distract her.

She could concentrate on the hiss that fizzed insistently into her ears. The soft, calming noise signalled she was perfectly safe.

It meant that she could let go completely.

So she did.

It was mid-week before things calmed down in work somewhat. The Accounts foul-up had turned into yet another full blown crisis which had lots of twitchy people scurrying around looking over their shoulders. Thankfully her department was in the clear.

That particular storm had passed them by. Doubtless there would be others.

Still, in the aftermath her manager was taking no chances. He was spending much more time on the top floor presenting half-baked proposals designed to streamline processes that would produce a quick, short-term boost in his metrics. Of course by the time the longer-term implications of his cutbacks became apparent, he’d be long gone.

Annabel didn’t care.

It just meant that she had been able to slip away more often.

This morning had been close. Monica had discovered her, walking in to the bathroom just as she’d let out a low moan of pleasure. Annabel had been unable to contain herself. She’d encountered the digital visage of Lauren’s black housemate, Naomi, staring out at her from the flickering screen in her hand and it had driven her over the edge.

Timid little Monica, concerned, had knocked on the stall door and asked if she was ok.

Marvelling at her own audacity, Annabel had brazened it out, hinting at a medical complaint she didn’t wish to discuss, allaying Monica’s suspicions while simultaneously thanking her for caring. To her nose, the scent of her own musk had been pungent.

But it appeared that Monica hadn’t noticed.

Now safely ensconced at her desk, Annabel returned to contemplating Lauren’s lesbian friend. She had been too horny being in Lauren’s presence to think about it at the time, but seeing the two women together in Lauren’s house somehow made her obsessive urges more real.

Attainable.

The boundaries between her sexual fantasies and reality seemed to be blurring more and more each day.

Which was perfectly natural.

Annabel scrutinized the screen carefully, inspecting the photo she’d just taken. Many of the girls on the forum were posting selfies before bed showing them wearing their relaxation headsets and comfy Sleep Time pyjamas. She’d wanted to join in and had snapped the selfie lying on her bed, holding the phone at arms length above her, showing just her head and neck.

The contoured visor covered the top part of her face, the glass shimmering like molten metal in the bedroom light. The gleaming silver obscuring the top half of her face only served to emphasise her beguiling lips, parted slightly. Her cheeks were still flushed from the orgasmic flood that had flowed through her that evening, the dam of pent up sexual energy expertly breached by her own hands.

She was pleased with the photo. Certainly, if one of the other delicious women on the Gorgon site had posted something similar it would have made her pussy gush with need.

Posting the photo, Annabel set her phone to charge, already anticipating the likes it would generate when she checked on it first thing tomorrow morning.

It looked very sci-fi. Gorgon had certainly nailed both form and function with their futuristically styled headset, which she had grown to love wearing.

She mewled softly as the blue light filled her vision.

A distant memory bubbled through the viscous syrup that her rapidly dimming thoughts were sinking beneath. Annabel recalled dating that college geek years ago. He’d been nice but awkward.

What was that show he’d liked?

Spaceships. A bald guy with an English accent. Captain Something? A pale guy who was supposed to be a robot. Aliens with guttural voices.

Other aliens who captured people and turned them into robots. They’d kept on repeating a word for it?

Yes, she’d fit into that series wearing her visor.

One of the spacepeople, sitting on the bridge, pushing buttons?

No. Too much like real life!

A feisty crew member valiantly fighting off the aliens, saving innocent people from falling into their clutches?

No, that still didn’t sit right.

Maybe she was one of the baddies. An alien cyborg?

Yes! Much better.

That was it.

A hot, sexy robot.

The hissing of the white noise filled her mind. Blue seeped into her brain.

The silly stream of thought dissolved.

More and more headset pictures were appearing in her feed. Obviously the algorithm was reacting to her likes and giving her more. Although she still enjoyed ogling the fashionable women presented to her for her delectation, the visor-girls had become particularly fascinating.

A large part of the attraction was the sheer uniformity of their appearance. Their eyes replaced by shimmering eyepieces, necks encased in identical silver-grey Sleep Time tops, the women were different yet all the same.

If she had listened to her instincts, Annabel would have been disturbed by how diminished the technology made them appear. Their personalities, unique traits and different natures had all been subsumed beneath the gleaming metal tightly wrapped around their eyes and ears.

Individuality had been reduced to nothing more than differences in physical features.

Skin tone. Hair colour. The shape of a nose. Pouting lips. Freckles.

Nothing more.

But her internal monologue had shifted. Annabel was no longer listening to the negative thoughts that wanted to hold her back. The constant need to appease her voracious pussy had seen to that.

Annabel found herself becoming increasingly aroused as she continued to leer at them.

The positive attention that her first visor picture had clocked up told her that she wasn’t the only one who enjoyed these particular images.

Annabel had happily forgone her usual lunchtime entertainment when Lauren had invited her to grab a bite in the hip Japanese restaurant nearby, heartily sick of the sandwich merry-go-round.

The café was bustling but they managed to find seats to enjoy their Bento boxes. Annabel sizzled pleasantly, relishing the sexual thrill that coursed through her body from being close to Lauren.

“How is work going today?” Annabel asked innocently.

Annabel watched aghast as Lauren burst into tears. Pushing her food away Annabel reached out and embraced her friend tightly.

“Shhh,” Annabel hushed, “Everything’s going to be ok. You can tell me anything.”

The words tumbled out of Lauren’s mouth. Work was becoming intolerable. Matthews, her supervisor, was on a power trip. He was pushing his staff too hard and they were starting to crack. Burn and churn tactics. Things were getting nasty. And he was a total sleaze who was coming on to Lauren.

Then there was the house situation; they were finding it really difficult to find a replacement for Jennifer and they were worried about paying the rent.

Problems were starting to pile up and Lauren was feeling the pressure. Tears began to well up in he corners of her beautiful friend’s eyes.

Annabel felt her own eyes beginning to water. She felt so sorry for Lauren. A wave of empathy surged through her lust-fogged mind. She so wanted to help, make Lauren feel better. Annabel needed to ease her pain somehow.

Annabel spent the entire lunch hour soothing her friend.

“I’m so glad that you felt able to tell me about what you’re going through,” Annabel assured her friend, their food barely touched, discarded, as they made their way back to the office.

“Thanks for listening,” Lauren smiled keenly, her eyes dry and shining once more.

“Anytime,” she soothed. “You just have to ask. I’m here for you.”

Lauren just nodded, struggling valiantly to remain composed to face another afternoon of work hell.

“I knew you’d understand,” Lauren smiled tenderly as Annabel patted her arm reassuringly. Annabel knew that they had drawn closer together over the past hour, strengthening their bond of trust and friendship at a time when Lauren was feeling vulnerable.

Perhaps something more might come from this? Her sex lurched with hope.

The hissing drained all thoughts from her sleepy mind.

Contrasting shades of blue flashed before her closed eyes, each one reminding her just how deeply relaxed she was.

Through the white noise she heard a faint voice whispering to her.

Words.

Words seeping into her slumbering consciousness. Telling her things.

She tried to hold on to the words but they slipped away with as the hypnotic blue light pulsed on and on.

It didn’t matter. She was safe.

She didn’t need to understand the words.

Luckily Annabel had been alone when she’d encountered the photo. Her co-workers were out queuing for plastic wrapped sandwiches made in some dingy industrial estate for lunch so the whole floor was deserted. With the promise of a full hour indulging in her new favourite pastime, Annabel, on the other hand, had elected to disappear into the bathroom.

On this occasion she hadn’t been able to stop her unnatural urges driving her over the edge.

The photo had exploded onto her feed like a bomb blasting away the last vestiges of her self control.

She couldn’t believe it.

Naomi and Jess, lying together in bed, their heads touching lightly as they stared directly into the camera lens, their features dissolving beneath the mirrored visors that covered them.

Depersonalised.

Objectified.

Robotic.

Her body had convulsed uncontrollably as the massive orgasm had taken her.

Her job. Her co-workers. Her reputation.

They didn’t matter.

There was only the firestorm of pure pleasure that consumed her, scorching the remnants of her rational mind into ash.

“Are you sure!?” Lauren squealed delightedly, her hazel eyes wide and glowing with joy.

“Absolutely,” she replied earnestly. The solution had come to her overnight. It was blindingly obvious. The more she thought about it the more sense it made. She could move in to Lauren’s house. That would solve Lauren’s rent problem as well as her own isolation.

The lease on her own apartment had a couple of months to run but that didn’t matter. She’d suck up the extra payments.

The important thing was that she’d no longer be living alone. She needed time, company and understanding to rebuild her life as the lesbian she increasingly considered herself to be.

“That’s just wonderful!” Lauren went on, hugging her tightly, their lunches forgotten.

Clenching her thighs tightly together, Annabel suppressed the wave of desire that consumed her. Her panties were already damp. But by now she’d taken to bringing extra pairs with her to work.

Lauren, excited by the news, didn’t notice.

Annabel clasped her brunette friend tightly, savouring the feel of her body, breathing in the scent of her perfume, intoxicated by being in the presence of the woman she loved.