The Ring of Lesbos

You flop down on your couch in your dim, silent apartment, exhaling a deep breath as you rub your eyes. Another week survived. Another five work days come and gone. The monotony of office work made pretty much every day, week, and month blend into the next. You allow yourself another sigh, your eyes now roaming the dark apartment.

"Honey I'm home." You mumble as you swat a strand of your shoulder length dirty blonde hair from your eyes. You groan as you reach down to remove your sensible work heels from your aching feet. That accomplished you sit for a moment, stifling a yawn as you try to gather the energy to get up and make yourself something for dinner.

A stab of loneliness hits you and you sigh again. Another weekend alone. Maybe you should head to the hot new lesbian club that opened downtown? The thought of being shot down even once was terrifying. You begin to unbutton your blouse. Maybe give the app another try? Ugh, your luck was as bad with it as it was with picking up girls in person. Your eye's flit over to the rather sizable stack of dvd's next to your big screen. Who were you kidding? Another night of barely satisfying self gratification was what you were in for and you knew it.

You gathered the air to heave another sigh when a soft flicker of pink light in the corner of your eye brought your attention to the old recliner in the corner of your living room. There, seated with crossed legs and a sultry smirk, was one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen. Rich red lips, long blonde hair, and just enough eyeliner to draw your attention to the bluest eyes you've ever seen. Her tits were pretty spectacular too.

"Wh-who are you??" You demand, your eyes immediately riveted to the low cut top that showed enough cleavage for your to immediately feel warm all over. "What are you doing in my apartment??" Following the strange woman's gaze, you realize that you blouse is wide open, your bra and barely contained D cups on full display. Gasping, you pull your blouse back over your chest, your face turning beet red.

"Oh Kristen, no need to cover up for me. Its nothing I haven't seen before. Although you really should show those beauties off every once in awhile, might get them (and you!) the attention they deserve." The woman's voice was liquid honey, filling you with a soft ache. "And as much as I would love to move in for a closer look," her eyes returned to your chest, her tongue snaking from between her teeth. "I'm afraid that I am EXTREMELY busy and have several other stops to make tonight. Business before pleasure and all that." She winks at you, and that soft ache intensifies ten fold.

She uncrosses her legs slowly, making sure you're following her every movement with your eyes. "I'm here because you need me. You, my dear, are the loneliest lesbian on the planet."

You try to think of a response, but your head is too fuzzy. Your eyes remain riveted to her chest as she rises from the recliner, her every movement as graceful as a dancer's.

"As for who I am, you may call me Sappho."

"As in the greek poet?" You gasp, finally making yourself look the woman in her eyes.

"Is that all they remember about me nowadays?" The woman pouts, and you've never wanted to pounce on someone more in your life. "Its sad so little about the greek pantheon survived, after all I wasn't JUST a poet, but a Goddess. Just think of me as the patron Goddess of lesbian desire sweetness. And I'm here to help you." The woman claiming to be the mythic poet, lesbian, and apparent Goddess Sappho saunters over to your big screen and starts thumbing through your dvd collection. "You see, I make it a habit to appear to only the most lonely and hopeless lesbians, and you dear heart, are at the top of my list tonight... oh my!" Sappho turns to you with a knowing smirk, flashing the cover of the third dvd in you pile, the cover clearly legible even in the dim light "Lesbian Seduction 8: Sisterly Love"

You open your mouth in some vain effort to explain, but no sound escapes your lips. Your face feels warm enough to fry an egg.

"No judgments from me, you naughty gal!" She giggles playfully, biting her lip absently as she flips the dvd over to read the back. "After all that's why I'm here. To make your fantasies come true, and maybe even help you find true love in the process!" She pauses for a moment. "Four hours of non stop lesbian action huh? Mmm, this does look like a fun watch." The woman seems absorbed in the description on the back of the case for a moment before pulling herself away. "Here." Still holding the case she twists a silver ring off her right hand and holds it up so its caught in the dim light. "With that ring you can have almost any woman in the world. All you need to do is think about her, and then rub the surface of the diamond with your finger. If she has ever even THOUGHT about being with a woman, she is susceptible to the rings power and will be down for... well almost anything!" She tosses you the ring with a wink.

You catch the ring against your body, nearly dropping it. You hold it up to inspect it, the silver warm to the touch. Running up the sides of the ring are engravings of women intertwined with each other, and at the top is a bright pink diamond, a soft, barely perceptible pink light flashing deep within.

"Oh and don't worry, its not mind control or anything cruel like that, its more like... an awakening to the true self. And giiiirl let me tell you, the true self of the average woman out there is a horny little bitch who, given half a chance, will spread you and suck that pussy like the world is about to end!" At this point your panties are straight up DRENCHED, and this woman clearly knows it.

Your mouth however, is dry as the desert, so it takes a second before you can speak. "But it won't work on straight women?" You ask, still inspecting the innocent looking pink diamond and its mysterious glow.

The smirk transforms into a gentle, knowing smile. "It can't create feelings or emotions that aren't there, true. But let's just say the likelihood of you running into someone who has never fantasized about so much as kissing another woman is INCREDIBLY unlikely. In fact, I think you'd be shocked at how some of the ladies in your life think of you..." She gives another playful giggle, her finger toying with a lock of perfect blonde hair. "...or what they're doing to themselves WHILE they think of you and those wonderful tits of yours for that matter."

You swallow hard, your mind racing as you try to determine who she may be referring to.

"Anyway Kristen, how you use this power is up to you, if you want to find love, then you have the blessing of Sappho to aid you in your search." She then fixes you with her intense blue eyes. "And if you just want to fuck as many needy pussies as you can, well..." The smirk is back in all its sexy glory. "...just remember to stay hydrated, sweetie."

With one last sexy wink, the woman claiming to be Sappho vanishes, silence returning to your apartment, but only for a moment.

"Oh and I think I'll just take this dvd with me for... umm... research purposes." Sappho's voice seems to come from everywhere and nowhere. "Seems like a fair trade for my ring! Have fun out there sweet thing!"

For a moment you are at a total loss. The rational part of your brain wants to dismiss it all as a crazy dream, maybe you fell asleep on the couch after work? It's happened before. But the warm pulse of the ring laying in your hand is proof. As is the absence of your hottest, filthiest, (and secretly most favorite) porno dvd.

Without any further hesitation you slip the ring onto your right ring finger, a slight increase in its warmth is the only thing that seems different.

The question is, what do you do next?