A Night Of Denied Relaxation

Ashley was pacing in her small room. She put on another t-shirt and kept checking obsessively that it was still on.

The room smelled faintly of her alluring perfume. Rain tapped against the single window, the rhythm uneven, like a broken clock with a frantic dial. Her lamp shone softly, casting a thin circle of yellow glow that left the room bathed in contrasts of light and shadows.

Every surface was intimate and safe: the unmade bed, the work clothes she’d tossed earlier, the mirror half-covered with a towel.

For all that, the sense of safety eluded her.

She felt ridiculous. Whenever she looked at George, she somehow ended up topless, and she did not even notice until it was too late.

Ashle's heart kept racing at the recent memory. Hopefully, her new covering would not be discarded anytime soon.

She, at first, blamed George for doing that to her somehow, but he seemed to have looked as surprised as she was, so it couldn't have been him. Ashley also had no idea how he would have done it unless he somehow learned magic.

She wasn't angry that George saw her stripped chest; that idea actually excited her. But she wanted it to be on her own terms, and this way, she just felt **** in front of him. Especially since she had no idea how it happened, and if it would happen again next time.

There was a little knock on her door, and George's voice came through.

"Ashley, do you want your dinner? I have it here for you."

Panic immediately echoed in her heartbeat as her eyes flicked to the door.

Despite that, Ashley set her jaw and focused on calming her breathing. No reason to get this startled. She squeezed her top in one hand to make sure it stayed on.

Her fingers quickly opened her door and, without a word, grabbed her plate from George's hand. The door was closed before anything could happen.

If anything, George's face looked apprehensive when she looked at him. But that was good; he should fear her wrath.

"Fuck," Ashley breathed out again.

Her hand automatically checked for her t-shirt, and her fingers found only exposed skin.

She was somehow topless again, and her top could not be seen anywhere. It must have stayed behind the door... or maybe George had taken it. The thought made her stomach twist in a knot.

Her heart raced, and she started panicking.

She needed to calm down. It was just her boobs anyway, and they were magnificent. She was sure that George would never forget them, making it that much of a torment when he could again only see them through fabric.

Nothing to be ashamed of. She will figure out what's happening and fix it eventually.

Unless she loses her mind along the way.

Perhaps it's her own doing, and subconsciously, she wants George to see her bare before him.

Heavy breath escaped Ashley's lips. She looked at her food, and her stomach felt like it would make her throw up if she tried to put anything into it. She wasn't panicking, but she wasn't calm yet either.

A frustrated groan escaped her. This just turned into the most bizarre night.

The stranger that she met was just weird, and also so hot that there were sparkles when she touched herself in the shower right after, but only so that she could be interrupted by the cold water because of George.

She was preparing for ****, and she wanted George to be hard and unsatisfied for hours while watching a movie with her. She would have teased him without mercy.

But that equally didn't work out; instead, she just exposed herself and ran away.

Now panic, anger, and anxiety were churning in her instead of the buzz of lust that she wanted to feel instead so she could relax and satisfy her needs before falling asleep peacefully.

Ashley held another t-shirt in her hands, but decided to leave it. She would simply stay in her room and not leave it.

She slowly pulled down her panties. She would sleep bare with nothing left to take from her. She preferred to sleep naked anyway, she told herself.

There was a large mirror next to her bed, and Ashley looked at her body. Pride and vanity gleamed in her own eyes. She has always been blessed by inspiring lust in men and envy in women.

She had to work for it in the gym three times a week, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Tomorrow will be Friday, and she will put the work in again.

At least she didn't have to diet. Luckily, she naturally preferred greens and meat over candy and hamburgers.

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Ever-present shadows hugged her nubile body. Ashley watched the light slide down her collarbone. The dubious light of her lamp made her look almost divine, as if the dark wanted to take her, and the glow appeared only to tease.

Crackling of thunder summoned lightning into her room, covering her in radiance for a breath, only to disappear in the rain behind her window.

Looking at herself started to soothe her down. Her mind focused on different parts of her body, grounding her in the present and leaving the panic behind.

She reached out for her brush and worked twists from her hair. The caresses of the brush soothed her body and mind.

Ashley focused on her breathing and watched her chest rise in the mirror. Her large breasts were covered in goose bumps with rigid nipples crowning them. They had the perfect teardrop shape of youth and radiated pillowy softness.

She pulled in her belly and brushed her fingers over it. There was just a little fat there, but only to add to the malleability of her flesh.

Her sex was smooth with no hair obstructing the view of her pussy. She found a bit of tenderness that reminded her of her time in the shower.

Stoking that flame might calm her down even further, but her fingers failed to find her mind willing. Ashley needed to start thinking of something else than the evening and disappearing clothes.

Another lightning danced across the mirror, splitting her reflection into twin halves, one calm, one trembling. For a heartbeat, she couldn’t tell which was real.

She needed to continue taking control of her evening. With a few strides, she moved towards her dresser to locate her collection of toys. She picked a simple, remote-controlled We-Vibe.

With a small push, the V-shaped pink vibrator pressed against her pussy from both inside and out. It was small enough to go in easily.

Ashley lay on her back on her bed and opened the remote control app, turning the vibrations to just a little hum. Then she switched to the browser and opened up chyoa.com. She decided to make it simple and just go to one of her favourite stories: Implant Orgasm Control, and went for Mi-cha's story.

Soon, she found herself turning the vibrations higher as her body finally responded.

She tried imagining herself as Mi-cha at the mercy of bullies on the bus who mercilessly took advantage of her body. However, Ashley gravitated more toward being one of the tormentors who abused the poor girl ruthlessly. She was even coming up with other ideas on how she would add to Mi-Cha's suffering.

Maybe tonight should be the night that she finally reaches out to the author of her favourite stories and gives him some suggestions. It would be so hot if he added them to one of his writings or even built a new tale around them. Perhaps one where a girl gets to tease her roommate like she is possessed by the devil.

Ashley felt her body responding to the vibrations, and her pussy was flooding with slick juices. She reached down to her bedside stand, where she left one of her soft silicone dildos yesterday. It disappeared into her with a practiced ease, pressing against the V-shaped vibrator at the entrance.

She kept both toys inside without touching them, keeping her hands on her phone as she continued reading.

The rain still bombarding her window reminded her of both the time with the stranger outside and her time in the shower inside, and how good her touches felt then.

"You are flawless, and everyone should dream of being half as perfect as you." Her eyes darted to the reflection of her bed in the large mirror. The lamp light flickered, and suddenly she could hear a deep voice praising her.

Tonight, Ashley wanted the feeling of being at the mercy of her toys: controlled surrender of her own choice.

Her pussy clenched around the invader, and her clit sent shivers from the buzzing of the relentless We-Vibe. She left it at a setting where she knew that she would cum eventually, but not too fast. It would continue to stir her up until it would finally push her over or until she would not be able to take it anymore, and she would just make herself cum with her fingers.

Her mirror reflection looked like a vision of a succubus: a perfect body of a young woman, undeniable beauty, and alluring seduction. She could see her chest rising up and down with her lust. Her breasts were irresistible in their soft, tantalising movements. If she could not resist admiring them, then how could George dream tonight about anything else but their teardrop shape capped by tempting dark nipples?

With another flicker of the light, the rumbling voice returned.

"You are so beautiful," echoed through her mind.

The large phallus inside of her felt rewarding. Ashley always suffered frustration when she was on fire, but her pussy had nothing to tighten around.

In the story, Mi-Cha was now getting overstimulated by a futuristic vibrator that Ashley wished actually existed, so she could buy it herself. An AI-controlled toy that learns every weakness of her body and exploits it with no chance of pity.

Then the story stopped, and she wished rainwalker69 was releasing new chapters with more cadence.

Ashley was close but needed more to get herself over the edge. She put aside her phone and closed her eyes, imagining being in Mi-Cha's position and at the mercy of the toys teasing her right now with no control over them.

Vibrations hummed through her excited clitoris, sending waves of pleasure, and her pussy was squishing around the silicone that stretched her insides. She fought the taunting need to take hold of it and start ramming it inside of her frantically.

Without the crutch of reading a story to keep her mind occupied, uninvited memories of the evening crept through the crevices of her fantasies.

What if this wasn't just about George, and she would continue exposing herself even to other people?

What if she flashed a homeless guy tomorrow on a bus on her way to work?

Or what if she does that in front of her boss, and she won't even be aware of it until half of the office sees her breasts swaying around?

Ashley shuddered. Even though there was an undeniable erotic quality to such images, the fear of them being a real possibility with no way of knowing until it is too late was flooding her mind with fear that drowned out all the pleasure.

Her jaw tightened, and her hand went to her phone to raise the intensity of the vibrations to the maximum. At the same time, her fingers tightened around the base of her dildo and started thrusting it with increasing tempo.

Ashley was not going to let her anxious mind win. Instead, she will just **** her body to cum her brains out to teach it a lesson about who is in control.

Her strategy was paying dividends as her breath caught, and fervor exploded through her body at last.

All the same, the spasms subsided too quickly, and the climax felt weak and too **** in comparison to the eruption she desired.

Her hand desperately tried to keep the dildo moving. Nevertheless, the buzzing against her clit turned to discomfort, and she didn't really have the will that was needed to turn the returning anxiety into one more gratifying build-up.

The reflection of her naked flesh still flaunted itself in the mirror, but now its **** writhing only mocked her vanity.