Congratulations! You Stained The Carpet!

"Was this...." Emma asks in a voice still halting for the occasional breath. The two of you are now lying on the stair's uneven surface. "Uh, was stain here before?" She points to a spot on the carper that covered the area right above where you fucked her.

"It's damp still." You brush the spot with your hand. That's defiantly a wet patch. "I doubt it."

"That's, that's not coming out easily." You try rubbing it, but there isn't an effect. This might be a permanent change. You can imagine people coming to the house and asking what caused the stain on the stairs carpet. Though, soon any visitor would be more confused by the latex doll....

"I'll bleach it tomorrow."

"Yeah." She sighs, closing her eyes again. She presses her body towards you. In a situation like this, what can you do besides take her in your arms? Your bodies intertwine. The jagged surface of the staircase makes for a poor cuddling ground. Certainly your back is not going to thank you for this tomorrow. Your attention is drawn to a sharp sound. She's pulling her crotch zipper back up. Her hand lingers in the general area, running along the surface of the outfit.

"I've never had sex while still wearing clothes." She says, voice regaining some of its strength. She must have seen you staring.

"It's the latex. It's better with it on." You say. One of the trigger motiffs you've been building up.

"The zipper is convenient." She toys with the zip idly in her hands. Then she shoots you a grin made red by her luscious lipstick. "Is this what being a boy is like?"

You roll your eyes at her. It makes her give you that grin she always gives when she's got your goat. After a few minutes, you reach down and pick her up to carry her to bed. It's still too early to sleep, so just for a light post-coital nap. As you pick her up, the dull ache in your back confirms your suspicions. This is why fucking a woman against a staircase is a horrible idea. You place her on your bed, and nestle yourself right next to her. Emma's body against your body. Emma's warmth against your warmth.

"You should wear latex more often." You whisper into her ear. The word lingers on your tongue, smooth and shiny. She murmurs softly in agreement.

"My girl." You say possessively, you tilt her head back towards you to kiss. A subtle reaffirming of her ownership programming. "Mine."

"Yours." She whispers unquestioningly, breaking the kiss.