Sarah pulled her t-shirt up over her head, tossing it aside before reaching behind her back and unclipping her bra. Discarding the bra as well, she leaned back against the pillows piled up at the headboard of her bed, one hand on her belly and another on her bare thigh. Her legs were spread wide on her comfortable mattress.


    
“Hmmmm… that’s better…” she murmured.

The Saturday started out warm, but by midday had become sweltering. Sarah and Jason had lounged on the couch in their apartment for most of the day while the old air conditioner in the window growled its attempt to keep the heat away.

The two roommates hadn’t spoken about their last… incident together. But since the night that Sarah had, while dreaming, stuffed Jason up insider her and used him as a human dildo, they had each been thinking about it

Sarah and Jason were reading on the couch. More accurately, Sarah was lying on the couch and Jason was lying on Sarah’s belly. It was mid-morning and the summer day was already oppressively hot. They had the air conditioner running full blast in their shared apartment, but it was still quite warm. Sarah wondered at Jason’s continued preference to lay on her body, which she imagined must be warmer than the couch. She didn’t mind, though. She liked feeling his occasional, tiny mo

Sarah walked over to the couch in the living room, mug in hand. Standing in front of the couch, she bent over the coffee table to grab the TV remote. It had been a long boring day and now it was time for a garbage dating show to let her mind relax.

At her approach, Jason looked up from his phone to see Sarah’s lovely legs towering upwards in front of him. Seated on the couch, he let his gaze slide up her flawless skin to the thin cotton shorts that just covered her

Lara walked into Fletch’s study with a thick parchment letter, folded over and sealed with red wax. The study was large, walled with floor-to-ceiling shelves that were packed full of books, scrolls, specimen jars, strange stones, carved statues, inhuman skulls, and other assorted paraphernalia. A fire crackled merrily in the massive fireplace. Fletch sat in one of many dark leather chairs scattered around the room, staring intently at a pineapple on the low table in front of him.

Lara woke up to tender kisses along the side of her belly.


    
“Mmmm…” she groaned happily, eyes still closed.


    
“Good morning, beautiful.” The loving voice barely whispered against her skin between kisses. She felt a hand softly caress her thigh under the silk sheets that covered her only up to her waist.

    
“He’s definitely fireproof, right?” Lara asked, her hands held hesitantly in front of her.


    
“You’re doubting my spell?” Fletch asked. He leaned against the stone wall of the dungeon, arms folded and one eyebrow arced imperiously.


    
“No, I’m just ch

    
“Ugh, I don’t even want to go…” Lara grumbled.

She swatted through the clothes hanging in her huge walk-in closet, occasionally holding one dress or blouse aside to examine it. Fletch watched her amusedly, lounging on a fur-covered chaise and not reading the ancient leather-bound tome lying open next to him. Most of the reason for his lack of attention to the book was the fact that Lara was walking around