Final Waves
Katie is made to disturb the morning silence. The lake is still, a mirror reflecting the soft hues of the morning sky. Mist clings to the surface, a thin veil of secrecy - as if that will protect them from being seen. Eve wakes Katie with her hands, sliding over her warm, bare skin, finding her already soft and pliant beneath the covers. Katie stirs with a small moan, pressing into Eve’s touch, her body still sensitive from the night before. “Come, my slut,” Eve murm...