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Hello! My partner and I created this profile to distribute some of our writing with the public! After so long writing stories together, we decided it would be interesting to show a few of the things we did for an audience.

This is the first time we are doing this, even though we already have years of experience in roleplaying and the such. Together we’ve written about basically everything, and I mean everything, but for now, we just want to show you the tip of the iceberg.

We hope you enjoy what’s to come!

Have fun ~

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(Ayesha’s perspective)

Ayesha had made a lot of stupid decisions in her life, but none of them had been as dumb as the deal she’d made with Sage.

What can we say about Ayesha? A ordinary Russian with a strong accent, a stubborn mind, and a body made to be a destruction machine. For years Ayesha worked as a mercenary, but things had changed. More specifically, she had met someone. Sage. An emotionless, sadistic, manipulative, and cruel psychopath. This was the woman Ayesha called her sweetheart. The way the two had found each other was, let’s say, unique, but we can leave that for another time, as it’s an origin story with too much blood and cum for these pages. For now, suffice it to say that the two were girlfriends. A couple that could be compared to a bomb close to exploding, but the connection between the two was undeniable.

As a description, Ayesha could be considered one of the most intimidating women one could ever see. Towering over six feet, being a walking tower. Her body was broad and composed of thick, well-defined muscles, her white skin is marked by a few dozen scars from past conflicts, most notably a knife mark that highlighted her left eye. Her arms and legs were like logs of wood, exuding a force capable of cracking skulls, something she had done once or twice in the past. Her face was carved in stone, with sharp contours, marked and slightly rosy cheeks, a strong jaw, and a triangular nose. Her hair was long and thick, falling past her waist and possessing the curious laying of a silvery gray. She was like a Titan, a colossus in flesh and blood. With a deep voice with a frightening laugh, Ayesha inspired fascination, fear, and temptation. Wherever she walked there were those attracted to the large breasts she carried, some people were surprised how her roses were able to hold the two mountains she had. Other people, on the other hand, preferred to admire her perfectly round and thick ass, which defied gravity and matched the way her hips moved. However, for those who had a more attentive look, it was efficient to notice that between her legs there was the presence of a bulge that called attention due to its size and thickness. There were doubts if that was even real, but for now, suffice it to say that the holes of the people who were brave enough to sleep with her were never the same.

Returning to the present and her stupid decision, it all starts with Sage. She had commented on how desperate for sex Ayesha was, demanding Sage’s attention at least two or three times a day. Of course, she said this in a teasing and teasing tone. Ayesha, on the other hand, stated that Sage was even worse as she every night ordered Ayesha’s touch. In the heat of this discussion, the two had reached an agreement: the one who was able to go the longest period without touching the other could do whatever they wanted with the loser. That is, there would be no safe word and the one who lost could not go against the winner’s orders. Immediately Ayesha wondered of at least a hundred diabolical plans she would make against Sage’s asshole, but kept quiet and just agreed to the challenge. The only exceptions to touch were pecks, sleeping cuddled together, and basic stuff. However, anything sexual was forbidden. Even masturbation was forbidden. Ayesha managed to control herself for exactly four days. By the fifth, she was going crazy.

“Stupid dare.” She whispered to herself as she finished combing her hair. Her frustration was visible, with all that kept her sane being the possibility of enslaving Sage. “I’ll show her.” When looking in the mirror, for a few seconds she admired her glass and still got frustrated, because even the simple view of it excited her. Yes. Ayesha was a pervert. And yes, she had every fetish one could think of. Going five days without cum was torture for her. Every night she needed to sleep being Sage’s biggest spoon, with her crotch fitting perfectly with Sage’s fat ass. And every morning she woke up dripping with pre cum, needing a shower to clean herself up. It was hell.

Swallowing her dissatisfaction, all Ayesha did was finish her hair and head downstairs. For that night she decided that she would wear simple and elegant clothes but at the same time with details that would catch Sage’s attention, urging her to lose. Ayesha’s dress was black and gold accented at her waist, with an elegant cut on her legs. He clung temptingly to her body, leaving her generous curves exposed and her muscles highlighted. Most crucial of all, the plunging v-neckline she wore was incredibly generous, with much of her skin showing through. The fabric of the dress was also purposefully chosen to allow her nipples to be slightly visible. She wore heels of regular size, as she did not need to increase her height, and equally black, but with details in red and gold. For makeup all she chose was a red lipstick to focus on her lips, but other than that she didn’t have enough patience to use anything else.

At the club, she kept her arm around Sage’s, but in a very respectable way, as she didn’t want to lose the bet that had been made. Her soul might be calling, her mind corrupted with sex scenes, and her testicles filled to the point of making her balls as big as two oranges, but she kept her body in control. For now. “This is a nice place you chose.” That was all she said to Sage.

(Sage’s Perspective)

Sage is an Afro-Latina with an accent just as strong as her girlfriends when she spoke in her native tongue that is. She was able to switch accents as easily as she changed clothes. She put the right amount of emphasis, curled the words to her benefit, and thus, could sound like a native. It was exciting being able to switch in and out of personas, to will herself to be an entirely different person if she wanted to. The only thing she enjoyed more than creating a character, was clothes. Almost all of her clothing was custom made, everything fitting on her body exactly right. Speaking of which— Sage’s auburn hair flows past her shoulders and stops at her elbow. She prefers to wear it down and curly but at times is tempted to switch it up. Her jawline is sharp and defined, her lips full. Her arms, legs, and stomach are toned, slightly muscular like a track runner. Her breast aren’t large but they’re a nice handful and sit high on her chest. Beneath showcases her V-cut, 6-pack abs; behind is her round and firm ass. Most of the weight on her body comes from the waist down. Her ass naturally jiggles with every step and is perfectly paired with thick thighs. Her figure matches that of an hourglass.

Before Ayesha, Sage spent her free time going out to bars and indulging in one-night stands. She found relationships to be far too taxing and never could care about anyone other than herself. Aside from her social indifference; *psychopathy* as they say, and her job as an assassin, pursuing a relationship would mean far too many secrets. Sage has never met someone worthy of anything more than a quick fuck, so she left it at that. Until Ayesha. Ayesha knew about her from the beginning. It took a little.. convincing. Some violence… well a lot of it, but now Ayesha is hers. Only hers.

Sage knew she was gonna win this bet. They both may have been insatiable, but all Sage needed to do was mention something erotic and Ayesha attempted to initiate sex. Their location didn’t matter, when she was turned on, they could’ve been on a brightly lit busy train and they would’ve still found a way.

It was hot, especially when Sage would deny Ayesha simply to hear her beg and plead for Sage to touch her. This is why she agreed to the bet, having been surprised Ayesha said yes. Sage knew she was desperate to be in charge sometimes, regardless of how much she loved being Sage’s little princess. Ayesha agreeing to this was laughable. Not being able to discover release whenever she wanted would be difficult, though. She wasn’t the type of woman that people denied. Even still, she would last far longer than Ayesha so in retrospect, it didn’t matter.

Sage and Ayesha didn’t venture out much. There was no need when 2 people lived in a mansion that could house dozens. Pretending to be a considerate person when she wasn’t working was boring. Convincing her sometimes annoyingly romantic girlfriend to stay home was usually easy. All she needed to do was grab her bulge; brush her ass against her crotch or even better— whisper how much of a whore she was in her ear. As domineering and threatening as Ayesha appeared, nothing did the trick like a slap against her ass and a harsh *I said sit the fuck down and take your clothes off, slut.* But.. this fucking dare prevented her from doing that. Damn. Begrudgingly, Sage put on a red accent dress. It clung to her shapely figure, ending rather high up; just below the middle of her thighs. It was a large V cut, showing not only cleavage but side boob. It was sexy, inviting, surely enough to get Ayesha worked up. Not worked up enough, however, she wondered as they headed out the door.

Sage wasn’t used to Ayesha holding her so softly. She was a muscular woman, large enough that Sage looked so tiny when she was against her frame. Their size difference was attractive to Sage, while others feared her, Sage knew what a submissive whore she truly was. Ayesha led them past the dance floor and to the back where the bar was. Sage took a seat, glancing over at Ayesha after she spoke.

It was blatant that Ayesha was being short with her. She wasn’t happy, although if it was from sexual frustration or Sage’s outfit, she wasn’t sure. Sage wasn’t too happy herself. She didn’t even want to come here, and Ayesha wasn’t alone in her jealous streak. Ayesha looked amazing, but what she had on was too exposing… she was trying to best Sage and make her jealous. She didn’t like that. To say both women were possessive of each other is an understatement. “Hmm, it is nice. I used to fuck people in the bathroom stalls. They’re exceptionally clean.” Sage orders a gin and tonic. Her eyes raked over Ayesha’s facial features to sense any tale of a reaction. “Speaking of bathrooms, I need to use one. Watch my drink.”

Sage was in there for no more than five minutes. When she headed out, she saw Ayesha right as she left her and began making her way back over to her. Halfway through the drunk and sweaty bodies, a hand clutching her wrist made her stop and spin. The only person who could touch her without asking is Ayesha, who is in front of her sitting, so who the *fuck—* “Zulema!?” Now facing the man, Sage looked him up and down. She had her eyebrow raised, her eyes trained on her wrist that was still in his clutches. “Oh, shit, my bad!” He caught on, letting her go. “Not to worry, I—” “Well wait a second, can I buy you a drink? You didn’t spend the night the last time I saw you. maybe I can change that this time?”

Ah. This was one of her many, *many* one-night stands given the fake name and indication that they’ve fucked. Not that she remembers him. He has a very forgettable face. She almost tells him to fuck off, but then, a light bulb goes off in her head. She grins, and he thinks it’s for him and grins back. What a loser. “I don’t know about that… I am actually with someone right now. Why don’t you come to meet her?” The smile that widens on his face indicates he likely watched her during her ‘before Ayesha’ days, and knows she mostly slept with women.

“Ayesha! This is…” Sage turns to the man, who is looking up at Ayesha, shocked. She is bigger than him— in every way describable. “I *said,* this is..”

He snaps out of his trance and answers in a flat tone. “Tony.” “Yes, Tony. He and I were.. *friends* way back when. Remember when I told you about my club-going days?” *When I fucked randoms in the bathroom, hotels, cars, and wherever else my cunt took me* goes unsaid, but “*Good* times” doesn’t. Sage was gonna prove once and for all who was the one in charge between them.

Tony was oblivious to it all. He boldly placed his hand just right above her ass on the curve of her back. He was too busy thinking to himself *a threesome isn’t needed, Sage is more than fine* to grasp the tension that the situation held. Sage itched to break his arm— again with the touching, but she knew it would be the icing on the cake. Oh yes. This ‘bet’ would be over in 5… 4… 3… 2……

(More is to come soon ~)

NSFW: yes

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