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"Welcome home, Sara," Tamara's voice interrupted my confused surveying of room from the bathroom entrance.
"Home? This was never my home," I spat angrily, realizing I was no longer gagged.
"You're angry, I get that. But we both know you felt at home here before. I admit, I thought I wanted that. I loved the idea of you falling in love with me--the thought of you pleasuring me willingly. And perhaps we'll still get to that point eventually, but I hadn't realized until last night how much I missed feeling you struggle beneath me as I orgasm.
"You--You're right," I exclaimed, realizing I was not in the position to be snapping at her. "I'm sorry I ran away. I just got scared by how much I liked you."
"You did?" Tamara looked at me hesitantly.
"Of course. I never expected to find something so--real, with you. It just all hit me at once--that we were going to get married and spend the rest of our lives together." I continued, getting a good stride going as I said what I hoped she wanted to hear. "I would love to have a repeat of what happened at the hotel, making you cum like that. It was amazing. Just let me go, and this time I will use my tongue to make you feel even more amazing. I'll even pretend to struggle for you, if you want me to," I smiled, knowing that any struggling wouldn't have to be forced.
"No," Tamara said suddenly.
"What?" I asked, taken aback.
"No. I want to trust you, I do. But I just don't think I can."
"That's fine," I forced a smile, hiding the fear that was starting to take over. "I understand. I'm sure I'll earn back your trust in no time."
"When you ran away, it scared me. It hurt too, but mostly it terrified me. I hadn't realized how much I needed you in my life."
"You need me?" I asked, confused.
"Of course," she replied. "I already told you that I can't orgasm without you."
"So, what does that mean?" I asked, afraid of the answer.
"It means that I can't let you go," Tamara concluded. "Not now. Not ever."
To be continued...
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I'd like to thank everyone for your continued patience as I struggle to find the time to work on writing. While I hope my schedule will be less hectic soon, it's impossible to make any promises. Just know that I do appreciate your understanding, and that I would love to be writing more than I have been. I'd also like to take a moment to thank those who helped my get this chapter out as fast as I did by offering their feedback and helping me with editing/corrections!
- COMMENTS
precipiceofoblivionabout 6 years agoAuthorI worked hard, and I finally managed to finish work on chapter 31. It has been submitted and should be available in a couple of days (it's out of my hands now). As always, I appreciate the patience and understanding.
As for your comment Kastanie26, I particularly appreciate your understanding. You are correct that one has to be in the right mindset/mood to write (good?) erotic fiction. However, I'm usually in the mood. The bigger problem for me is I often don't have any time to write until the evening when my brain is tired and shutting down. :-)
kastanie26about 6 years agoA fourth year has passed since we last heard from Tamara and Sara. What happens in the basement? What is Tamara planning? How will Sara react? Can she defend herself? Can she free herself?
Dear author, please! Stop torturing us! ;) At least tell us how you're doing!
A loyal fan
Anonymousabout 6 years agoWould appreciate an update on your progress with the next chapter of the story. Perhaps even an estimated date of its release?
Anonymousabout 6 years agoHe literally told us it was almost done 5 days ago. Its not like he just gave up on writing it.this stuff takes time especially when he is doing it for free. This story has very much been worth the wait and I doubt this chapter will be any different.
