Kirsten

I do not remember what happened before, or just afterwards, if it actually happened, but it felt so, so very real.

I felt Kirsten's naked body pressed against mine, facing me, warm and soft, both of us in constant motion, writhing and sliding our curves against each other as if we are meant to be fitted together like this. We could not stop moving, because once we started to rub each other like that, things can only escalate. There is no going back.

We were both daycare moms. We ran into each other in the morning, briefly to say polite hellos when I dropped off my daughter, and she, her toddler boy. I was single, and she seemed happily married. Sometimes her husband, Alex, would be there too, but my eyes were always on her. Sometimes I dreamt of kissing her. Sometimes I masturbated thinking about touching her, brushing my lips over her soft cheek, looking into her green eyes, fingers entwined in her hair, fine as spun gold. So was it all a dream?

My wrists were tied together behind me, at the small of my back, and so were hers. A rope wound around both our waists passing behind us, round and round until our bellies and hips were pressed together, our thighs were tied together, my left thigh tied across to her left, my right diagonally to her right, trapping the vibrator touching both our pussies at once. Our ankles were all tied together. There was no avoiding the vibrator when it hummed, buzzing against both of us, making us twitch and rub our bodies harder together.

Our breasts were pressed tightly together. There was enough give that we could move our shoulders, but that just added to it, because our nipples were matched and tied, with thin strings. It was as if my left nipple was clamped to her right, and her right to my left. When we twisted our shoulders I could feel the shafts of tingling sensations shooting from my tits to my cunt. I knew it's doing the same for her.

We were both wearing collars, with a short chain linking the D rings at our throat. The only comfortable way to deal with this was to lock our lips together. Yes, we kissed, full tongue, tangling, snaking breathlessly while our bodies writhe together out of control.

If we ever slowed down, we felt the sting of the cane on our asses, the vibrations of the eggs pushed up our rectums, causing us to jerk and shudder and rub harder, harder against each other, against the vib buzzing at our pussies, until we cum, and cum and cum. I was fucking her and she is fucking me, so hard.

But how, what led to it? and what happened afterwards? I was all a blank. It had to be more than a disjointed memory, because my body could feel the effects of those violent, repeated orgasms, because my mind was in a swirl of emotions from something that was almost like a ****. Kirsten and I had suffered **** together. We had **** each other, and we had orgasmed. Then I had no memory of what happened afterwards.

I saw Kirsten at daycare on Monday morning. She blushed deep and avoided my eyes. She avoided me until, I walked up to her car before she left, placed a hand on the car door and said "Hi! Kirsten! Can we meet and talk?" She nodded silently before driving off.

We sat outside at the coffee shop. She had texted me where to meet. She looked a little disheveled somehow even though she was impeccably dressed in her top and skirt and pumps and her make up tastefully done. I noticed she was squeezing her thighs together. She looked into my eyes over the brim of her coffee cup before she turned her head away. Something about this made me reach out to touch my fingers to her wrists. The coffee cup fell. She pushed back on her chair "I ...I..can't!" She ran off. The air lingered with her perfume, and, if I wasn't imagining it, the musk of her arousal.

I had a lot to do, being a single mom, but my mind was on Kirsten, how flustered she looked, the expressions in her eyes. I was in a state of mental turmoil. Apparently Kirsten was in the same state. I knew, because after I had put my daughter to bed, There was ring at the door, and when I opened it, there was Karen, looking at me with those green eyes.