Language: yes, I use the “F” word

Sex: Of course there is sex, the hot and nasty kind. Depictions of consenting adults participating in same sex unions and possibly light BDSM scenarios, so if you are vanilla, be warned that this is dark chocolate, both bitter and sweet.

Violence: some and shit gets blown up too!

Drelica put her hands on Torrid’s shoulders and gently squeezed as she pushed her over and sat up next to her on the bed. She leaned in and kissed Torrid’s cheek before getting up off of the bed.

“Torrid,” she said, buttoning her blouse back up. “I--didn‘t expect you too--”
“Stop.” Torrid interrupted. “Don’t say anything. It’s cool.”

Torrid got up and casually lit a cigarette. She paced the floor, but said nothing. Drelica was at a loss as to what to say or do. Her head was still spinning from all the drinking, and she was incredibly turned on, but she knew the time was not right for this. She knew that Torrid knew it too, and so she didn’t say anything that would upset her, because this was a vulnerable moment for Torrid. Her heart went out to her. While she knew Torrid lusted after her, and she was fascinated by Torrid, she was puzzled as to why Torrid felt she would have to make love to her.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Torrid said as she headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” Drelica asked.

“The office--to get you a room key.” She said, closing the door behind her.

Drelica sat on Torrid’s bed and slumped over putting her head in her hands. “Crap.” she muttered. “I sooooo could have handled that better.”

She sat there for a few seconds replaying her stupidity and realizing that Torrid was trying to be gentle with her, and she came off as rejecting when it was obvious she was turned on. Drelica mentally kicked herself. She must think I think she’s just the fuck of the day now! Gods, I am such a wiener! But she was jerked from her thoughts by the sudden sound of Torrid’s scream...

Drelica threw the door open to see Torrid standing in the spot where her bike was supposed to be. Her jaw dropped.

“Oh my God!” Drelica said, as Torrid turned to face her. She saw such primal anger in Torrid’s expression that she stepped back into the room not sure if it was from the glare or the heat of that incandescent rage.

Torrid took three steps toward Drelica, then reached for the door and closed it, putting it between them. She took a deep breath, then headed toward the office to get Drelica’s key. She walked into the office, but there was still no sign of Fred, the manager. Fuck.

She walked back to the room and knocked before entering. Drelica was sitting in the chair by the small end table when Torrid entered the room. She just shook her head and sat on the bed defeated.

“He’s still not back. You’ll have to crash here.” she said with an edge to her voice.

Drelica approached her and sat next to her. She put her arm around Torrid’s shoulders and leaned in to offer a one armed hug. Torrid stiffened, but did not protest. She put her fingers on Torrid’s chin and turned her head to face her.

“Torrid, listen to me, “ she whispered. “I am sorry about your bike. We’ll get it back, okay?”

Torrid shrugged, brooding.

“And I am sorry about the other thing. I feel like a bitch. I didn’t mean I don’t want you to make love to me---” She said, looking intently into Torrid’s blue eyes, “I just meant, I didn’t expect you to be in love with me.” She smiled shyly, “We just met.”

Torrid sighed. She didn’t know what to say; this was a shitty night. She didn’t know what had upset her more, Drelica’s rejection, which never happened with a chick, or losing her bike. Torrid was furious. She would have to call the police and report it stolen, and hoped they caught the fucker before she did.

“It’s alright, Drelica. Really.” Torrid said, distantly. “Look, you sleep here and I’ll take the couch.” She said moving to get up.

“Oh no you don’t!” Drelica said holding Torrid’s shoulders in her embrace. “You’re sleeping with me and we’re cuddling. And that’s final!”

Torrid raised her eyebrow and cocked her head to the side.

“Now call the cops and report your bike stolen, I am going to take a shower. “ Drelica said, handing Torrid her cell phone from off of the night table.

Torrid took the phone suspiciously from Drelica. She was certain she had just been ordered around, and even more certain that she obeyed. This was unsettling to her, she was the top. She was a Domme. She gave the orders. Drelica was a little petite vanilla bean of a girl, but here she was bossing Torrid around! Ah, fuck it, Torrid was tired and just wanted to get this night over and get her bike back. She dialed 911 and stepped outside to report her bike stolen.

Inside Drelica went into the bathroom and looked for a bottle of aspirin, anything that would prevent her from suffering the worst of the hangover she was sure she had coming. Torrid’s grooming bag was on the basin, open. She innocently opened it to see if Torrid had some ibuprofen, aspirin, anything. Drelica turned red as she spied amidst the lube, flavored condoms, dental dams, and motion lotion travel packs, a bottle of analgesics. Drelica opened the bottle and took out four pills, two of which she layed to the side for Torrid, and two she swallowed throwing her head back as she did. When she caught her reflection in the mirror she was startled by Torrid standing behind her with a raised eyebrow.

“See anything you like?” She said, reaching around Drelica so close her grooming bag back up.

“Oh--No! Torrid, I was thinking of our hangovers. Here--” She said, offering up the pain relievers to torrid. “It will help us sleep better.”

Torrid took the pills without breaking eye contact with Drelica. She didn’t like people snooping in her shit, but, she supposed it was innocent enough. Torrid was on edge now, and she was easily irritated. The moment of vulnerability followed by a seeming rejection had chipped away at her esteem; and now her bike was gone. Torrid was, devastated by the loss of her shadow, but as always, she hid her pain. Torrid swallowed the pills and turned on the shower. She turned back toward Drelica.

“I need a shower.” She said, “And so do you if you’re sleeping in my bed.”

“Uh--” Drelica said, in weak protest, but before she could finish, Torrid interrupted.

“I have a tshirt you can sleep in.” Indicating to her duffle bag.

“Oh, okay---Thanks.” Drelica said, both relieved and disappointed. She went to the sink to use the travel toothbrush provided by the motel without hesitation as she knew Torrid had brought one of her own. She looked at herself in the mirror as she brushed her teeth, and nearly spit up her tooth paste when she saw Torrid’s naked reflection in the mirror.

Stripping without modesty for her shower, Torrid stood in all her naked glory, the painted Amazon of Drelica’s nightly fantasies. She was tall, muscular, but lean and covered in patches of ink work from her shoulders down. She had ink everywhere! Tribal motifs of animals, symbols and geometric patterns wove a tapestry of this woman’s life. Drelica’s jaw went agape as she watched the movements of Torrid’s body as she stepped into the glass walled shower stall and began to wash and groom herself.

Holy shit she’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone like her before! Drelica’s mouth went dry with sudden lust and longing.

Torrid closed her eyes as the hot water washed over her, she felt it absorb her and she invited the rushing feeling as it enveloped her. She needed this small relaxation. She was stressing big-time, but even so, she had already began to formulate plans in her head. Worst case scenario, she’d get a new bike. She would mourn the loss of her shadow, she was so angry and felt violated over it’s theft, but she couldn’t let it fuck her head up right now. She needed to focus and stay calm. There was more at stake than a piece of property, no matter how beautiful that property had been.

Allowing the sensation of the hot water to numb her mind for a few seconds she gave in to the cleansing feeling. It felt great! She could swear she felt the sensation of her back being scrubbed...what the fuck!?

Torrid was startled out of her bliss by Drelica’s hands washing her back with a scrubbie. Her heart was in her throat as she had been totally taken by surprise.

“Jesus fucking Christ! You scared the fuck outta me!” she said, winded.

“Sorry--you said I needed a shower too, remember?” Drelica said with a smirk.

Torrid just stood there breathing heavy, collecting herself; then her eyes began to wander and she took in Drelica’s beauty, and her nakedness. Wow she thought, studying her closer, feasting on her muscled form, her tanned skin and beautiful breasts. Yeah, she’s fucking hot.

After a few moments of coaxing Drelica convinced Torrid to allow her to wash her back, and her hair. An experience which totally made Torrid horny and miserable, since the only thing on the schedule tonight was the evil Cuddle, bleh! Torrid though with a frown. Then it was Torrid’s turn. Oh yeah...she though wickedly. She began to wash Drelica’s back in slow deliberate massaging circles, she gripped her shoulder with one hand and slowly worked the sponge up and down Drelica’s back. She leaned in closer and pressed her wet body up against Drelica’s back and wrapped her arms around the petite blonde who was so gone in the bliss she leaned back into Torrid. Torrid placed the slightest kiss on Drelica’s neck, and Drelica let out a long moan.

Torrid’s hand moved down Drelica’s back and slip onto her hip, where she gently squeezed Drelica’s ass while she kissed her neck. Next Torrid placed her lips to Drelica’s ear and whispered in a hot breathy buzz, “Want me to wash your hair, babe?”

Drelica became weak in the knees and aroused beyond reason. She Turned around to face Torrid and put her hands on either side of Torrid’s face, pulling her into a wet kiss. Torrid pulled Drelica in tight and kissed back hard. Hands began to grope as bodies tried desperately to create one being of two in this duel of mouths and wet skin. Drelica finally broke for air, and she let out a gasp.

“Please?” she asked,

“What do you want?” Torrid asked with her mouth still atop Drelica’s, her fingers stroking Drelica’s hair.

“Please take me to the bed and fuck me?” Drelica said breathlessly.

Torrid leaned in and bit Drelica’s lower lip and gripped her body forcefully, and she pulled her up into her arms. She Kissed her hard and began to walk toward the bed, both of them still wet and dripping, as well as wet and dripping. Torrid dropped Drelica onto the bed with a forceful bounce, causing a squeak to force its way out of her lips.

Torrid leaned in and straddled her , grabbing her wrists and holding them over her head. Drelica’s just closed her eyes and breathed heavy, she was almost panting she was so aroused. Torrid leaned down and whispered into her ear, causing her to come over with goose flesh.

“Drelica,” she said, seductively.

“Yes?” Drelica replied, so aroused she was trembling.

“You’re a beautiful woman, and as much as I want to fuck you--” Torrid groaned with her own desire, “As much as I want to taste you, take you, bite you, rip you apart and rebuild you from the ashes,” she paused. “As much as I want those things, babe...do you know what I want even more?”

“N-nooooo” Drelica said, in the agony of want and need.

“CUDDLES!” Torrid said, kissing her on the cheek and rolling over on her side. She grabbed Drelica’s wrist and pulled her into a spoon. “Night babe.” She said.

Drelica pulled away angry. “How--how---you! GAHHHHHHH!” she said, getting up and going to put on the t-shirt Torrid had indicated was for her. She stomped back to the bed and flounced herself down in a fetal position on the far side of the bed, swearing to herself.