9. Zena

You’d have expected us to go at it full pelt. Two charged up, deranged sex monkeys on heat. But it turns into something else entirely. Of course, that initial tension, especially being touched while blindfolded, left my skin burning.

As his fingers worked some insane magic on my body, placing the perfect pressure inside whilst massaging my swollen clit to my breaking point it felt so different. For a start my focus didn’t float away. I lost control but never awareness of who I was with. It was dreamlike. A bizarrely perfect, synchronised dance.

It shouldn’t be anything other than sex. Fucking. Screwing. Basic desire satisfied. We should be like ships in the night. Ships that make the other explode half a dozen times before dawn before pretending it never happened the next time we run into each other in Cragstone.

But it’s not.

Briss is quiet and thoughtful. I’m brash and careless. Oil and water. But with my legs still shaking from the way he deftly unravelled me, his large hands spre