Office Party Aftermath (F/F)

[Janbound]

"You're doing great, Jan," Mark assured her, his voice filled with a forced optimism that echoed through the stark, fluorescent-lit office. Jan looked up from her desk, her eyes weary from hours of staring at the computer screen. She offered a weak smile, trying to convince herself that she could pull through the mountain of paperwork before the weekend.

Jan was known for her meticulousness, a trait that had earned her a reputation as the office problem-solver. Her colleagues often joked that she could organize chaos into neat little piles of order. But today, even Jan felt the weight of the world crashing down on her. The office party last night had been a whirlwind of laughter and drinks, and she had forgotten to bring smart shoes to work in her hurry to escape the hangover. The cold, hard floor was punishing her feet with every step.

As the clock ticked closer to five, Jan's desk remained a battlefield of untouched documents. Her mind wandered back to the party, to the moment when she had tripped over a loose cable, tearing her dress and landing hard on the floor. The office had erupted in laughter, and she had felt the sting of embarrassment even through the haze of alcohol. It was then she had noticed Sarah, the new intern, rushing over to help her up. She had been so kind, so concerned. Jan had never felt more grateful for someone's touch.

SUMMARY^1: Mark tries to boost Jan's spirits as she struggles with work post-office party. Jan's meticulousness is highlighted, but her hangover and bare feet from forgetting shoes hinder her productivity. She recalls a humiliating fall at the party and the kindness of new intern Sarah.

Sarah had insisted on walking Jan home, and the cool night air had sobered them both up as they stumbled down the street, their tights getting torn on the pavement, their shoes lost to the festivities. They had talked about everything and nothing, their bond growing stronger with every shared giggle. Jan had never felt so alive, so seen, by someone she had only known professionally. They had said their goodbyes at Jan's apartment door, but before she could close it, Sarah had leaned in and kissed her, soft and lingering. It was a kiss that had left Jan breathless, her heart pounding in her chest.

Now, back in the office, Jan's thoughts drifted to that kiss, her cheeks flushing at the memory. She had always identified as heterosexual, but something about Sarah had shaken her to her core. The tenderness in her eyes, the gentle way she had held Jan's hand as they walked—it all felt so natural, so right. Jan's mind raced with questions about her sexuality, but she pushed them aside, focusing instead on the pain in her feet. She glanced around the room, her colleagues already packing up their things, and realized she had no idea how to deal with this newfound attraction.

SUMMARY^1: Jan reflects on a life-changing kiss from Sarah at the party and the burgeoning attraction she feels, which conflicts with her heterosexual identity. Her attention is drawn back to her sore feet and the office work she's neglected.

The office grew quieter as people left for the day, until it was just Jan and the hum of the fluorescent lights. She took a deep breath, her nerves jangling. She had to tell someone. Her best friend at work, Linda, was still at her desk, typing away furiously. Jan took a tentative step towards her, the floor cold and unforgiving beneath her bare feet.

"Hey, Linda," Jan began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you have a minute?"

Linda looked up, her eyes scanning Jan's bare feet before meeting her gaze. "Everything okay?" she asked, setting her keyboard aside.

Jan took a deep breath, trying to ignore the chill of the floor. "Remember last night at the party?"

Linda nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Of course. What about it?"

Jan leaned closer, her heart racing. "Well, you know when I tripped and broke the heel off my shoe."

Linda nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "How could I forget?"

Jan took a deep breath and continued, "Sarah... she walked me home afterward." She paused, trying to gather her thoughts. "And we... we kissed."

Linda's eyes widened, but she remained calm. "Okay," she said, leaning back in her chair. "Tell me more."

Jan felt a weight lift off her chest as she recounted the events of the night, from the awkward fall to the electric kiss that had changed everything. She spoke quickly, as if the words had been dammed up inside her all day, waiting for release. Linda listened intently, her expression a mix of surprise and understanding.

SUMMARY^1: Jan approaches Linda, her work-bestie, and shares her secret about the intimate kiss with Sarah at the party. She explains the events leading up to it, including her barefoot condition, and feels a sense of relief as Linda reacts calmly and with interest.

"It was...amazing," Jan said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't know what it means. I've never felt this way about a woman before."

Linda leaned in, her voice low and reassuring. "It's okay to explore new feelings, Jan. Sometimes, life throws us curveballs, and we just have to catch them."

Jan nodded, her eyes searching Linda's for any sign of judgment, but she found only empathy. "I just don't know what to do next," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "Should I tell her how I feel?"

Linda considered Jan's question, her gaze thoughtful. "If it felt right to you, then maybe it's worth finding out if it felt right to her too," she suggested. "But take your time. You don't have to rush into anything."

Jan nodded, feeling a little more at ease. "But what if it's just a drunken mistake?" she whispered, her heart racing.

Linda gave her a knowing smile. "It's not about labels, Jan. It's about what you felt in that moment. And if you felt something real, then it's worth pursuing."

Jan nodded, her mind racing with the implications of what Linda had said. It was true, she had felt something genuine, something that transcended the confines of the office and the roles they played there. She needed to see Sarah again, to find out if it was more than just a fleeting attraction born from a night of revelry.

SUMMARY^1: Jan expresses her confusion and fear about her feelings for Sarah, and Linda supports her, advising Jan to explore her feelings and not rush into anything. Linda suggests that Jan should consider if it was a genuine connection rather than just a drunken mistake and offers her perspective on the situation.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the office door opening and the click of heels. Sarah walked in, her eyes immediately finding Jan's. The air grew thick with tension as their gazes met, and Jan felt a jolt of excitement run through her. She looked away, pretending to focus on her work, her cheeks burning.

"I forgot my phone," Sarah said, her voice echoing in the almost empty room. "I'll just grab it and go."

Jan's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't seen Sarah since the kiss, and now here she was, standing in front of her desk, looking as beautiful as ever in smart grey business suit, pencil skirt, red scarf, seamed stockings. Jan took a deep breath, steeling herself for their first interaction since the kiss.

Sarah noticed Jan's bare feet and raised an eyebrow. "Rough night?" she asked with a smirk, breaking the silence.

Jan felt a flush creep up her neck. "You could say that," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "Forgot I’d broken my heel and walked to work in Ugg boots. But it wasn't all bad.”

Sarah chuckled, her eyes lighting up with amusement. "Well, at least you're embracing the casual look," she said, her gaze lingering on Jan's bare toes. The tension between them was palpable, a silent dance of unspoken words and unexplored feelings.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Jan replied, her voice cracking slightly. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the way Sarah's eyes lingered on her, as if she was seeing her in a new light.

SUMMARY^1: Sarah enters the office, and Jan feels a mix of excitement and nervousness. Their interaction is filled with tension as they reference the previous night's kiss and Jan's bare feet. The atmosphere is charged with unspoken emotions and the beginnings of a new dynamic between them.

Sarah bent down to retrieve her phone, and Jan took the opportunity to study her. The way her skirt hugged her hips, the gentle curve of her neck—it was all so tantalizingly close. As she straightened up, she caught Jan's gaze and held it for a beat too long, sending Jan's pulse racing.

"So, Jan," Sarah began, her voice soft and velvety, "about last night..."

Jan's heart thudded in her chest. She had been waiting for this moment all day, but now that it was here, she didn't know what to say. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "Yeah?"

Sarah took a step closer, her eyes searching Jan's face. "I wanted to make sure you were okay," she said, her voice sincere. "And to apologize if I...if I overstepped any boundaries."

Jan's throat tightened, but she managed to respond, "You didn't. I liked it." She looked down at her desk, avoiding eye contact. "It was just...unexpected. And, you literally helped me when I was down."

Sarah's smile grew a little wider, and she stepped even closer, her stockinged legs brushing against Jan's bare ankles. "I'm glad you liked it," she murmured. "Because I've been thinking about it all day."

Their conversation was charged with an energy that seemed to pulse through the air around them. Jan's eyes darted up to meet Sarah's, and she felt a jolt of excitement run through her body. "Me too," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

“Shall I go?” Asked Linda.

SUMMARY^1: Sarah approaches Jan's desk to get her phone and brings up the kiss from the party. Jan admits she enjoyed it, and Sarah reveals she's been thinking about it too. Their interaction is filled with sexual tension as their bodies unintentionally touch, and Linda notices and offers to leave the room.

Jan nodded, her eyes still locked with Sarah’s. Linda gathered her things and left, giving them a knowing wink as she exited the room. Jan’s heart thumped in her chest as the door clicked shut behind her.

Sarah took another step closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch Jan’s arm. "I know this might be weird for you," she said softly, her thumb tracing small circles on Jan's skin. "But I couldn't help myself. You're just...so beautiful."

Jan's breath hitched, her mind racing. She hadn't felt this alive in years, not since before the monotony of office life had set in. She looked up at Sarah, her eyes searching for any hint of doubt or insincerity, but all she found was warmth and genuine interest. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

Sarah leaned in closer, her breath tickling Jan's ear. "You know, I've had a bit of a crush on you since I started here," she confessed, her voice barely audible. Jan felt a thrill run down her spine, her skin prickling with excitement.

"Really?" Jan managed to ask, her voice hoarse with emotion.

Sarah nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Mm-hmm. You're always so focused, so in control. It's incredibly sexy."

Jan's cheeks grew hot, and she felt a blush spread across her neck. "I had no idea," she murmured, her voice thick with surprise.

Sarah stepped closer, their bodies almost touching. "Well, now you do," she said, her hand sliding up Jan's arm to cup her cheek. "And I was wondering if you'd like to explore that...feeling."

Jan's breath hitched, and she nodded, unable to form coherent words. She felt as if she were in a dream, her body responding to Sarah's touch in ways she never knew were possible. Sarah leaned in, her lips brushing against Jan's in a gentle kiss that sent waves of heat through her. Jan's hands found their way to Sarah's waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of desire and curiosity, of two people tentatively crossing an unspoken line.

The room spun around them as they kissed, the cold floor forgotten beneath Jan's bare feet. Sarah's hand slid up Jan's back, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Jan felt a surge of emotion—fear, excitement, and something else entirely. This was uncharted territory for her, but the way Sarah's body melded against hers made her feel anything but lost.

As they broke apart, panting, Jan's eyes searched Sarah's for answers. "What happens now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah smiled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Whatever you want to happen," she replied, her thumb tracing Jan's lower lip. "But I have an idea."

Without another word, she reached into her bag and pulled out a set of velvet-covered handcuffs, holding them up with a wink. Jan's eyes widened, a mix of shock and intrigue dancing in her gaze. "I didn't take you for the...adventurous type," she said, her voice wavering slightly.

Sarah chuckled, her fingers tracing the soft material. "You'd be surprised what a person's capable of when they let their guard down," she said, her eyes darkening with desire. "But if you're not comfortable, we can just talk."

Jan's pulse quickened at the sight of the handcuffs, an unexpected thrill coursing through her. "No," she murmured, her voice a little shakier than she'd liked. "I...I want to try."

Sarah's smile grew more playful, and she stepped closer, wrapping one of the cuffs around Jan's wrist. "Good," she said, her voice low and soothing. "Because I've had some fantasies about you, Ms. Organized."

Jan's heart pounded as she felt the cool metal click shut around her wrist. She was acutely aware of every inch of space between them, every breath, every heartbeat. "What kind of fantasies?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took Jan's other hand, guiding behind her back. "The kind that start with you in this chair," she said, her voice a seductive purr. Jan's stomach flipped, a delicious warmth spreading through her body. She had never felt this vulnerable, yet it was intoxicating.

With deft movements, Sarah secured Jan's other wrist with the cuff, her hands behind her back and the chain around the back support of the chair, the velvet lining a stark contrast to the cold metal. Jan tugged experimentally, feeling the restraint but also a surprising sense of relief. The chaos of her thoughts and feelings were now channeled into this singular, thrilling moment.

Sarah stepped back, her eyes sweeping over Jan with a hunger that made her squirm in the chair. "You look absolutely edible," she murmured, her voice sending a shiver down Jan's spine. Jan felt a rush of excitement and trepidation, her mind racing with the implications of what was happening.

"I've been watching you, Jan," Sarah continued, her voice a silky caress. "Always in control, always so put together. But I could see the wildness in you, just waiting to be set free." She took Jan's chin in her hand, tilting her face upward. "And now, I get to be the one to do it."

Jan's heart raced as Sarah stepped back, her eyes roving over Jan's bound form with a predatory gaze. The intern's professional facade had melted away, revealing a side of her that Jan hadn't even known existed. The room grew hot, the tension thick as Sarah reached into her bag once more, pulling out a blindfold.

"I want you to feel everything," Sarah whispered, her voice thick with desire. "No distractions." Jan nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Sarah gently slid the blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. The world around her vanished, leaving only the sound of their breathing and the pounding of her own heart.

The sensation of the soft velvet against her skin was strangely comforting, and Jan felt a wave of anticipation wash over her. She heard the rustle of fabric as Sarah knelt before her, the scent of her perfume—floral with a hint of vanilla—filling Jan's nostrils. She felt the warmth of Sarah's breath as she leaned in closer, her hands tracing the line of Jan's jaw before sliding down to the collar of her blouse.

Sarah's touch was gentle, almost tender, as she unbuttoned Jan's shirt, one button at a time. Jan's breath hitched with every movement, her body tingling with a mix of nerves and excitement. The cool air of the office brushed against her bare skin, making her shiver. But it wasn't from the cold; it was from the thrill of the unknown, the excitement of giving in to this moment of vulnerability.

Once Jan's shirt was open, Sarah's hands explored her chest, her fingertips tracing the line of Jan's bra. Jan felt a jolt of pleasure at the contact, her breasts feeling heavy and sensitive. She leaned into the touch, arching her back slightly, inviting more. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious ache that grew with every passing second.

Sarah's movements grew bolder, her hands cupping Jan's breasts through the fabric of her bra. Jan gasped, her body responding instinctively to the sensation. She had never felt this way before, never been touched with such purpose and desire by another woman. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, like standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump into an abyss of the unknown.

Sarah's fingers deftly unclasped Jan's bra, the fabric slipping away to reveal her bare skin. Jan felt exposed and vulnerable, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned back into the chair, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as Sarah's thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples. The sensation was electric, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core. She had never realized how sensitive she was, how much she craved this kind of touch.

"Is this okay?" Sarah murmured, her breath warm against Jan's neck.

Jan nodded, unable to speak, her body trembling with need. "Yes," she managed to breathe out.

Sarah's smile was audible in her voice as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Jan's neck. Jan felt a shiver run down her spine, her body reacting to the soft kisses and gentle nips that followed. Sarah's hands moved to Jan's skirt, sliding it down her thighs, the fabric whispering against her skin. She let it slip further down her legs to her feet.

"You're so responsive," Sarah murmured, her voice a mix of awe and arousal. Jan felt a thrill at the thought of being so openly desired. She had never felt this way before—like a living, breathing fantasy come to life.

Sarah lifted Jan’s feet, moving the skirt out of the way, then to Jan’s surprise she felt, and heard, a zip tie fastened around her ankles, binding them together.

"I want you to feel the same way I did last night," Sarah whispered, her breath hot against Jan's feet. "Vulnerable, yet so incredibly alive." Jan's heart hammered in her chest, the thrill of the situation sending waves of desire through her body. The office chair creaked slightly as Jan shifted, testing the strength of her bonds. Sarah slipped her own heels off then knelt on the floor in front of Jan. lifting her bound feet off the floor she kissed the grimy soles.

The sensation was strange, but Jan found herself leaning into it, her body craving more. The feel of Sarah's lips on her skin was unlike anything she had ever experienced—softer, more intimate than any touch she had felt from a man. It was as if Sarah was worshipping her, and Jan felt a power she had never felt before. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out, and the cool air hit her exposed skin, making her nipples tighten further. Sarah’s lips moved up the soles of Jan’s feet until she took both big toes in her mouth and began to suck.

Jan's breath caught in her throat, and she let out a low moan that echoed through the empty office. It was a sound she had never made before, one that seemed to come from a place deep within her that she hadn't known existed. The combination of the restraint and the intimate act was overwhelming, sending Jan spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. She had never felt so alive, so in the moment.

Sarah's mouth moved from Jan's toes up to her ankles, planting soft kisses along the way. Each one sent a shiver through Jan's body, making her squirm in the chair. The feeling was both strange and incredibly arousing, as if Sarah's touch had the power to electrify her every nerve ending. Jan's mind raced with thoughts of what might come next, her body taut with anticipation. “Your feet look so sore, let me make them better.”

With a gentle touch, Sarah began to massage Jan's feet, her thumbs pressing into the arches with just the right amount of pressure. Jan groaned, the pain of the cold floor forgotten as she melted into the sensation. It was unlike any foot massage she had ever experienced—there was something more than just physical relief in it. It was as if Sarah was claiming her, marking her as hers in some primal way.

"You know, Jan," Sarah said, her voice a teasing purr, "I've always wondered how sensitive your feet are."

Jan felt a jolt of surprise as she heard the mischief in Sarah's tone. The gentle kisses had been replaced by feather-light tickles along the bottom of her feet, making her squirm in the chair. "S-Sarah, st-stop," she giggled, trying to pull away, but the handcuffs held her firmly in place.

“Oh. Are your feet ticklish?” She asked with a wicked giggle in her voice as she increased the intensity of the stimulation.

Jan’s eyes grew wide behind the blindfold, her body jolting with surprise. “N-no,” she lied, trying to keep her composure, but her giggles gave her away. The feeling was unbearable, a delightful agony that had her writhing in the chair, her bound wrists tugging at the velvet-covered handcuffs.

Sarah’s giggle grew louder, her eyes shining with excitement. "Well, if they're not," she said, her voice full of mock innocence, "then I guess I can just keep going." And with that, the intensity of the tickling increased. Jan’s toes curled in response, her body wriggling in the chair, the metal frame groaning in protest.

"P-please," Jan gasped, her cheeks flushed and her body on fire with arousal. "I can't...it's too much."

Sarah chuckled, her breath warm against Jan's skin. "But you’re not ticklish" she teased, “what could the problem possibly be?”, her fingers moving from Jan's ticklish soles to her calves, her touch gentle but firm. She began to massage the tight muscles, her thumbs digging in deep, releasing the tension that had built up from Jan's long walk to work.

Jan's giggles turned into moans of pleasure as the pressure from the massage reached new heights. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that had her panting. "Sarah," she breathed, her body melting into the chair. "That feels...amazing."

Sara stopped for a moment, stood up, removed her jacket, hanging it over the back of another chair, then unzipping her skirt and sliding it down her legs, revealing her stoking tops and suspenders as she stepped out of it. She then sat astride Jans thighs, the chair creaking under their combined weight.

Her hands began to explore Jan’s body, tracing patterns on her skin, abandoning her feet and moving to her thighs, her touch growing firmer, more insistent. Jan could feel the heat from Sarah’s body, and the pressure of her thighs against hers, the sensation making her breath catch in her throat. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs, and she knew that she was getting wetter by the second. Sarah’s hands moved to Jans chest and she began to massage her breasts. "You like that, don't you?" Sarah murmured, her voice thick with desire. Jan nodded, unable to form words as she was lost in the sensation of Sarah's hands on her body. The handcuffs bit into her wrists as she arched her back, pushing her breasts into the intern's grasp. The blindfold heightened her other senses, making every touch feel more intense, more significant. Sarah removed the red scarf from her neck, tied a knot in the middle then pushed it into Jan’s mouth, knitting it behind her head and gagging her older companion.

Jan’s eyes went wide with surprise under the blindfold, but she made no move to resist. The gag was surprisingly comforting, muffling her moans and cries, making her feel even more at Sarah's mercy. Sarah’s hands moved to Jan’s black knickers, and with one swift motion, she pulled them down to her knees. Jan felt the cool air of the office caress her exposed skin, making her shiver. The anticipation was unbearable, her body aching for more. Sarah’s hand slipped inside Jan, and Jan gasped into the gag as her intern’s fingers found her wetness.

Sara stood again, pulled her own knickers down so she stood in just her blouse and stockings. She sat back in Jan’s thighs, her fingers massaging Jans wetness whilst her mouth found one of her nipples and began to suck.

Jan's eyes rolled back in her head, her body responding to the dual sensations. The gag muffled her moans, turning them into a series of breathless grunts. The heat from Sarah's mouth, the firmness of her tongue, and the gentle scrape of her teeth against Jan's sensitive skin sent her spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. Jan’s legs began to quiver and she knew she was close to climax. Sarah began to nibble and bite Jan’s nipple as her fingers rubbed harder.

Without warning, Sarah pulled away, leaving Jan’s breasts feeling cold and neglected. Jan whimpered into the gag, desperate for more. She heard the rustle of fabric and felt Sarah's legs move away from her own. "Patience, Jan," she heard Sarah murmur. Jan's heart raced as she wondered what was happening next.

Suddenly, she felt her knees forced apart as far as her ankle ties would allow , then something soft, warm and wet between her legs. Sarah’s tongue traced the outline of her lips, sending a shiver down Jan’s spine. The gag muffled Jan’s gasps as Sarah’s tongue probed deeper leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Jan could feel her pulse pounding in her throat, her body begging for release. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious assault on her senses that she had never experienced before. Sarah's tongue was skilled, her touch sure, as if she had been waiting for this moment as much as Jan had. Jan’s legs began to tremble, her breathing erratic as she felt the pressure building, her climax approaching like a wave about to crash over her.

Then suddenly Sarah stopped.

Jan's body was a live wire, her muscles quivering with need as she thrashed in the chair, pulling against her restraints, trying to throw the blindfold off so she could see her tormentor. "W-what ong?" she mumbled around the gag, her voice strained and muffled. She felt herself being tipped backwards. Her feet flying up in the air, a sudden jolt as the back of the chair touched the floor. Jan heard the rustle of fabric, her senses heightened by the blindfold and the stimulation. She felt the nylon of Sara’s legs either side of her head, smelt Sarah’s arousal getting stronger. The gag was pulled from her mouth. Once again her knees were forced apart.

“Both together or not at all.” Said Sarah just before her face dived between Jan”s thighs and her own sex pressed against her face.

Jan’s eyes snapped open, the sudden weight and warmth of Sarah’s body on her face shocking. She could feel the heat and wetness of Sarah’s sex, and without thinking, her tongue began to move, exploring the folds and taste. It was salty and musky, a flavor that was alien but thrilling to Jan. Her senses were in overdrive, the feel of the office floor beneath her bare feet forgotten as she focused on the task at hand.

Sarah’s moan was muffled by Jan’s thighs, her hands finding gripping, her nails digging into her flesh firmly as she began to rock her hips. Jan’s mind reeled with the reality of what was happening—this young, beautiful intern, her subordinate, was now in control, guiding Jan through this intense, intimate dance.

Both women moaned, groaned and screamed Ito each others thighs multiple times until a, exhausted , Sarah fell back, lying supine on the office floor, her hands above her head, her legs spread either side of Jan’s head, who herself panted and kicked her bound legs, still tied to the office chair.

[LunaDog]

This is utterly superb, really enjoyed reading this.

[JulieG]

That’s one awesome story for a first time. Have you been storing these up to post? Seriously, well written, grammatical, imaginative, descriptive. And always leave us wanting to hear more of Jan and Sarah.

[TightsBound]

Holy moly. That was an incredible story. Hot, well written, hot. I feel like I need to take a cold shower and call my mom while working on my stamp collection after that. Well done! I definitely can’t wait to read more from you. Thanks for writing!

[mrjones2009]

That’s one awesome story for a first time. Have you been storing these up to post? Seriously, well written, grammatical, imaginative, descriptive. And always leave us wanting to hear more of Jan and Sarah.

I can only second these comments. A superbly well-written tale. I hope that there will be some follow up.

Also, great to see you back @JulieG

[BoundSuperhero17]

I looooove this story!

[Python_Struggles]

Clearly Sarah was a lot more kinkier than Jan or anyone else anticipated haha. But seriously this is a very well-structured story and I admire the pacing. Your dynamic between characters is written so well to the point where they dance between adventurous and thoughtful towards the other’s limits/kinks. Great first story.