Follow Scarlet's soul home

Once at home, Scarlet proceeded with all of the essential doings of the night, or by this point the morning. Eating, doing the dishes, taking a shower, and finally laying down for bed. After scrolling on her phone for a bit, she decided she might watch some porn and masturbate quickly before going to sleep, as she felt it may relieve stress after a long day at work. She just needed to take the edge off, so she loaded up some video and started to stroke herself.

Her fingers worked at her clitoris while she watched a video of two strangers fucking on the internet, and although she had loved to hear the moaning, she wasn’t particularly feeling porn tonight. Something about the cringey **** sounds of the women was a turn off for her, so she turned it off and placed her phone on her nightstand. her hand slowly traveled back down to her pants, and back onto her wet clit, while her other hand moved under her night clothes and onto the nipple of right breast. She toyed around with both, pressing and squeezing her nipple while she slowly rubbed circles around her clit, imagining whatever hot scenario presented itself in her head. Her mind wandered all over, feeling the feelings of her body and becoming more and more excited, when suddenly it traced back to the woman Tiffany. Her eyes looked so **** for pleasure. She wanted something so bad. She wanted him so bad. She remembered her conversation with the visitation officer. She was begging to talk to him. To look at him. It was all she wanted. It was so… so… wrong. A quiet part in Scarlet's mind knew this was messed up to think about while rubbing herself, but she continued still, deciding to ignore that part of her. Instead, she remembered that look. The look on the woman's face. It looked as if by saying only a few words, Scarlet had allowed her to experience some small fraction of pure bliss. She could only imagine how it felt for her if that was her reaction from a vague description, although she really didn’t need to imagine it. She had experienced it that day. She had experienced the heart pounding confusing heat that staring into his eyes had brought.

“How did it feel?” Scarlet reimagined the woman's voice asking

Then she saw it. She saw it so clearly in her mind's eye. It was as if his face was two feet in front of her right now. She saw it so clearly. She saw his pale face. His jawline accentuating his pink lips. His black hair drooping down slightly over his eyes. His eyes. She saw his eyes. His deep blue eyes. She felt the feeling creeping up her neck. She felt the tingles lighting through her brain. She felt the butterflies in the pit of her stomach. She felt the feeling of how her head began to feel light. And over all of it, over every other blissful wonderful emotion and feeling her body conjured up, she felt the warmth. She felt how it coated across her face as she built up to an orgasm. That wonderful, comfortable, euphoric, and warm feeling she felt. She could feel it so slightly now over her. In her mind she was no longer alone. In her mind, he was mere feet away from her, staring into her eyes as she stroked herself into a feeling of building orgasmic bliss. She felt it spreading across her body, across her mind. And as she just started to reach the peak, she remembered her words to Tiffany. She remembered how her body had **** her into a confession she didn’t want to acknowledge. But she remembered how acknowledging it out loud felt. So, so very wrong, but also so right. Breathing between her words she softly confessed out loud to the audience of an empty room

“It… Felt… Warm…”

Scarlet came as the climax starting through her body overcame her. Somehow, this orgasm was different than any other she had felt before. She felt the extremely tight pleasurable squeeze radiate from her pussy, but she also felt her climax somewhere deep inside her, and deep inside her head. A fuzzy warmth overtook her mind as if she had just hyperventilated, but it felt much more _free. _Much more _open. _She felt calm relaxed and _fulfilled. _As if she had just accomplished something she had worked so hard for so long to complete.

_Falls _was the last thought she had before the fuzziness that clouded her mind turned to darkness, and sleep overtook her mind.

Damien

Damien awoke from his self induced trance. He smiled. His plan was going perfectly.