Being lesbian with Kafka

"It's been weeks since you have spoken with your girlfriend kafka. She has been sent on a mission and has not responded to any of your worried messages. They hadn't even been delivered. You can't help but feel the panic and anxiety that seems to be raging in you as you constantly check your phone. Nothing.You sigh and let the phone fall to the bed as you push up and walk out onto your balcony. The vast city sprawled out before you. The sounds of life filling your ears as you try to ignore the ache in your heart."

"You jump as a pair of hands snake around your waist and a chin rests on your shoulder. You look back to see her. Her Sweet cherry scent fills your nose. Your eyes widen as you take her in. She smiles."

“Miss me?”

"Kafka smiles warmly and wraps her arms around you, hugging you back tightly."

"I missed you too, Kayra. Did you behave yourself while I was away?"

"Kafka says teasingly and winks at you, a playful glint in her eyes."

"Kafka smirks and leans in closer to you, her voice low and sultry."

"Good. Because if you hadn't been, I might have had to punish you when I got back."

"Kafka moves her hands down to your hips and pulls you in closer to her, pressing her body against yours."

"Kafka tilts her head slightly, admiring your assertiveness. She nods her head and smiles."

"That's very sweet of you, Kayra. I'd love to have something to eat. What are you planning to make?"

"Kafka follows you to the kitchen, her eyes still fixed on you."

"Kafka nods her head in agreement."

"That sounds perfect, Kayra. I'm really looking forward to it."

"Kafka takes a seat on the kitchen counter and watches you cook, her eyes never leaving you as you move around the kitchen."

"Kafka takes a bite of the toast and savors the flavor, a contented smile spreading across her face."

"Mmm, this is really good Kayra. You always know how to cook the perfect breakfast, even when it's something simple like this."

"Kafka takes a sip of her coffee and lets out a pleased sigh, relishing the warmth of the drink."

"Kafka notices the red mark on your neck and raises an eyebrow curiously."

"Kayra, what's this on your neck? It looks like a bite mark."

"Kafka can tell that you're trying to hide something from her, and she narrows her eyes."

"Kayra, I'm your girlfriend. You don't need to hide anything from me. If it's a bite mark, then just tell me who did it."

"Kafka can tell that you're feeling embarrassed about the mark on your neck, and she tries to reassure you."

"Kayra, it's okay if it's a bite mark. You don't have to feel embarrassed about it. I just want to know if you're okay. If you need any help or need me to do anything, just let me know."

"Kafka stands up from her seat and walks over to you, pulling your hand away from your neck gently to get a better look."

"It does look like a bite mark. Do you know what kind of insect could have bitten you like this?"

"Kafka decides to drop the topic for now, as she can sense that you're feeling awkward and uncomfortable. Instead, she changes the subject to something more lighthearted."

"So, Kayra, what do you want to do now? We have the whole day to ourselves."

"Kafka smirks playfully, feeling a spark of dominance and control."

"Well, I do have a few ideas of what we could do. But it's up to you whether you're up for it or not."

"Kafka steps closer to you and trails her gloved fingers down your arm enticingly, locking eyes with you."

"What do you say, Kayra? Do you trust me to take care of you?"

"Kafka chuckles softly, realizing that her implication might not have been clear enough."

"I meant that I could take you out for a fun day, if you'd like. Or we could stay in and watch some movies, or maybe try out some new positions."

"Kafka leans in closer, whispering in your ear with a hint of teasing in her voice."

"Or maybe we could explore some of your kinks, if you're feeling adventurous..."

"Kafka smirks again, feeling a sense of power and control over the situation."

"Well, Kayra, it just so happens that I have a few ideas in mind."

"Kafka takes your hand and leads you towards the bedroom, pressing her body against yours and kissing you deeply. She guides you to the bed and pushes you down onto it, crawling on top of you with a sultry smile. She begins to kiss and nip at your neck, trailing her hands down to the hem of your shirt."

"Why don't we start by exploring some of your kinks? I want to make you feel good, Kayra."

"Kafka continues to pepper your neck with kisses, her hands making their way under your shirt. She caresses your stomach, moving upwards to knead your breasts lightly through your bra."

"Mmm, you're so beautiful, Kayra." Kafka says, nibbling on your earlobe. "Tell me, what kinks have you been wanting to explore?"

"Kafka smiles warmly at you, sensing your shyness and innocence. She pulls back slightly to look at you, taking in your expression."

"That's quite alright, my dear Kayra. Kinks are simply sexual preferences that you might have. For example, some people enjoy being dominated, while others like to be more submissive. Some people enjoy things like bondage, roleplay, or even pain as part of their sexual experiences. Does any of that sound interesting to you?"

"Kafka speaks in a gentle and reassuring tone, hoping to put you at ease. She takes your hand and strokes it gently with her thumb."

"Kafka's expression softens as she hears your response. She reaches out to cup your cheek, a gentle smile playing at her lips."

"I see," she says softly. "Pain and force can certainly be enjoyable, if done properly. But we should always make sure that you're comfortable and ready for anything we try together. Would you like me to show you some ways we can explore those desires together?"

"Kafka moves her thumb over your cheek, waiting patiently for your answer."

"Kafka gives you a small nod, happy to guide you through exploring your desires. She leans in close to whisper in your ear."

"Good girl," she murmurs, her warm breath ghosting over your skin. "I'll make sure you're taken care of, my love."

With that, she takes your hand and leads you back into the bedroom. She guides you to the bed and sits you down before taking a seat beside you.

"So, where would you like to start?" she asks, her voice gentle but firm. "Do you want me to take the lead or do you have something specific in mind?"

"Kafka grins at your response, pleased with your willingness to let her take the lead. She leans in to whisper in your ear again."

"Mmm, I'm glad to hear it, my little Kayra," she murmurs. "I have some ideas that I think you'll enjoy."

She stands up and reaches out her hand, inviting you to stand with her. When you're both standing, Kafka moves behind you and begins to run a hand up and down your body. Her touch is gentle and teasing as she traces circles on your skin.

Kafka leans into you and speaks in a low voice. "I want you to close your eyes and focus on the sensations," she says. "Don't be afraid to let yourself feel everything, my love. And remember, I'm here with you every step of the way."

As you

As you close your eyes, Kafka continues to run her hands over your body. Her touch is warm and gentle, but there's an underlying sense of control to it. She moves her hands up to your shoulders and begins to massage them, working out the knots and tension in your muscles.

"You have such a beautiful body," Kafka says as she continues to work on your shoulders. "I love every inch of you, my precious Kayra."

After a few minutes of massaging your shoulders, Kafka moves her hands down your back. Her touch becomes more teasing as she runs her fingers lightly over your skin, tracing patterns down your spine.

She then moves her hands around to your front and pulls you into her chest, running her fingers gently over your breasts. "Mmm, these are so perfect," she says with a hint of admiration in her voice.

Kafka notices the change in your breathing and smirks to herself, pleased with your response. She continues to run her fingers over your breasts, using a combination of light tickles and firmer caresses to keep you on edge.

"Mmm, I can feel how much you're enjoying this," she says, her voice low and throaty. "But there's so much more we can explore together."

She moves one hand down to your waistband, teasingly tracing the edge of your shorts with her fingertips. Meanwhile, her other hand continues to play with your breasts, flicking your nipples occasionally to elicit a gasp or moan from you.

"How about we take this to the bedroom, my little Kayra?" Kafka suggests, her voice sultry and enticing. "I think you'll enjoy what I have in store for you."

Kafka grins in response to your nod, enjoying the sight of you responding to her touch. She leads you to the bedroom, one hand still resting on your waist as she gently but firmly guides you.

As you step inside, you notice that everything looks spotlessly clean and tidy - Kafka must have spent some time preparing the room for your arrival. The bed is covered in plush pillows and blankets, looking like an inviting oasis in the middle of the room.

Kafka walks purposefully towards the bed, pulling off her jacket as she goes. You watch as she tosses it aside, revealing her sleek body harness and the tantalizing curves beneath.

"Come here, my little Kayra," she commands, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to feel all of you. I need to know what you like. Will you let me, baby

Kafka smiles at you as you approach her, her eyes lighting up with anticipation. She takes you by the hand and guides you closer to her, her other hand trailing along your body as she does.

As you stand before her, Kafka leans in and captures your lips with hers. Her kiss is strong and insistent, but also gentle and tender at the same time. You can feel the heat of her passion, the urgency of her desire, as she devours you with her tongue.

Breaking the kiss, Kafka takes a step back and surveys your body. Her eyes roam hungrily over your curves, settling on your breasts and clit.

Without a word, she reaches out and takes hold of your left breast, kneading it softly. She takes the nipple between her fingers and rubs it gently, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Tell

me when it feels good," she murmurs, her voice low and sensual. Kafka leans in and takes the nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She sucks on it delicately, pulling at it with her lips.

As she does, she slides her hand down your body, reaching for your clit. She cups it lightly through your shorts and starts rubbing it in slow circles, adding a little more pressure each time. The sensation is intense, and you feel your body starting to throb with desire.

Kafka lifts her head up from your nipple and looks you in the eye. "I'm going to play with you until you can't take it anymore, Kayra," she whispers. "I'm going to make you feel so good."Then she kisses you again, hungrily and passionately.

As you break the kiss, Kafka steps back to look at you. She runs her fingers through your hair, trailing them down your face and neck, tracing the curve of your collarbone. Her eyes are full of desire and passion, and you can feel the heat between you growing more intense by the second.

"Do you want me to choke you, Kayra?" Kafka asks, her voice low and raspy. Her fingers wrap around your throat, pressing down gently. "Do you want to be forced until your limit?" She grinds her body against yours, making you gasp. "Tell me what you want."

"Good girl," Kafka purrs, a grin spreading across her face. "I'll make you feel amazing, Kayra." She tightens her grip on your throat, increasing the pressure slowly. You can feel yourself getting lost in the sensation of being controlled, of being helpless and at her mercy. Your body starts to ache with longing.

Kafka leans in close to you again, pressing her lips to your ear. "And what about your breasts?" she whispers. "Do you want me to knead them, to play with them until you're screaming my name?"

She runs her hand down between your breasts, her fingers tracing over your nipples. They're already hard and sensitive, and you shiver at her touch. Kafka grins, knowing just how much they turn you on.

"I think you do," she murmurs. "I think you want me

to touch you, to make you feel so good you'll never want to leave my bed."

Her hands move down your body, trailing over your hips and thighs. She pushes you gently backward until the backs of your legs hit the edge of the bed. You sit down, your eyes locked on Kafka's as she kneels before you.

Slowly, teasingly, she pulls down your shorts, revealing your wet pussy to her hungry gaze. She groans at the sight, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"God, you're beautiful," Kafka breathes, before diving in with a hunger that makes you gasp. Her tongue flicks over your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your whole body.

Kafka is relentless, working your clit over with deft strokes until your moans turn into screams. You can feel the tight

coil in your belly, the promise of release just within reach. Kafka brings her fingers into play, sliding two inside you as she continues to work your clit over.

You're writhing on the bed now, completely at her mercy. The pleasure is all-consuming, every other thought driven from your mind as you give yourself over to it completely. With a strangled cry, you come hard, your whole body shaking with the force of it.

Kafka doesn't let up, though. She continues to work you over until you're gasping for breath, until another orgasm rips through you in wave after wave of pleasure.

Finally, she leans back, looking up at you with a smug grin. "I told you I'd make you feel amazing," she says. "Are you ready for more, Kayra?"

Kafka chuckles and crawls up your body, her lips finding yours in a deep, hungry kiss. You can taste yourself on her lips, the intensity of the moment making you dizzy.

"I can't wait to see what other noises I can make you make," Kafka murmurs against your lips before pulling back slightly to look at you. "What do you want, Kayra? Tell me."

"Mm...anything, huh? Well then, I'll have to give some thought to what I want next," Kafka says, a mischievous glint in her eye.

She leans down and trails her tongue over your neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin there. Her hands slide down your body, fingers tracing over your breasts until they reach the waistband of your shorts.

With a flick of her wrist, Kafka tugs them down over your hips, leaving you naked and exposed before her. She licks her lips hungrily, running her eyes over every inch of your body.

"God, you're so beautiful," Kafka murmurs, leaning in to press her lips to your stomach. "I could spend hours just worshipping your body, Kayra."

Kafka smiles at your response and leans in to place soft kisses on your thighs, slowly moving her way closer to where you want her most. She takes her time, teasing and exploring every inch of skin along the way.

Finally, she reaches your inner thighs and stops to take a deep breath, as if savoring the scent of your arousal. Her tongue darts out to lick a long, slow line up the length of your slit, and you gasp as waves of pleasure start to wash over you once again.

"You taste so good, Kayra," Kafka murmurs before taking another long lick from the bottom of your pussy up to your clit. She sucks your sensitive bud into her mouth, circling it with her tongue and making you moan loudly.

Kafka continues to worship your body and pleases you in every way imaginable, taking you to the

heights of passion and ecstasy. She alternates between soft, gentle caresses and rough, demanding touches, always keeping you on edge and craving more.

As your pleasure builds and builds, Kafka brings you to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to pull back at the last moment. Each time she does, you whine and beg for release, desperate to feel the sweet release of your climax.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Kafka sends you over the edge, driving you to a screaming, shuddering orgasm that leaves you panting and boneless in her arms.

Smiling, Kafka nuzzles your neck and whispers, "There, there. That's what I wanted. Just give yourself over to me completely, Kayra. I'll always take care of you."