The Slave of Stolen Sleeps
Melissa Ramos was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. It was almost morning, but she was still wide awake. She had been like this for days now, unable to close her eyes without being plagued by nightmares. Something about her life with her black goddess, Bruna Sanchez, was driving her insane.
She sighed deeply and rolled over, trying to find a comfortable position on the hard mattress. Her thoughts drifted back to Bruna, who was always dominating her thoughts these days. The woman had become an obsession, a twisted need that Melissa couldn't shake off.
Bruna Sanchez was the most beautiful and powerful woman that Melissa had ever seen. She stood tall at 5'10, with curves in all the right places. Her skin glistened like polished ebony, and her eyes held a dangerous glint that sent shivers down Melissa's spine.
Melissa had been with Bruna for almost a year now, serving her every desire and whim. It all started with a simple dream: to be dominated by a powerful woman like Bruna. But as time went on, that dream began to turn into a nightmare.
Melissa shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She sat up in bed and stretched, yawning loudly. She stood up and walked over to the window, pulling back the curtains to let in the morning light. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the city.
Suddenly, her stomach growled loudly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since last night. She cursed herself for thinking about food at a time like this. But Bruna was always hungry, and Melissa had to feed her or face the consequences.
With a deep breath, Melissa grabbed her keys and walked out of the apartment. She drove to the gym where Bruna usually worked out, hoping to catch her before she left. As she walked in, she could already smell the stench of sweat and rotten eggs. Bruna was already there, finishing her workout.
Melissa approached her slowly, trying not to make eye contact. She didn't want Bruna to know how desperate she was for her attention. But Bruna noticed her immediately. She turned around, her eyes narrowing in anger.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice low and menacing. "I thought I told you to stay away until I called for you."
Melissa lowered her head, feeling a wave of shame wash over her. "I'm sorry, Bruna," she whispered. "My stomach was growling, and I thought you might be hungry."
Bruna smiled, revealing sharp teeth. "I am hungry," she said, her voice deep and seductive. "And you're just the meal I was looking for."
Melissa swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what was coming next, and she couldn't wait for it. Bruna's hands wrapped around her neck, and she pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together.
"Suck on my fingers," she commanded, her breath warm against Melissa's ear. "And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."
Melissa complied without hesitation, sucking on Bruna's long fingers, tasting the salty sweat on her skin. She could feel Bruna's arousal growing, and it only made her more hungry for her.
As they made their way back to Melissa's apartment, Melissa's mind was spinning with thoughts of what was to come. She knew that once they were alone, Bruna would consume every fart that had been building up in her belly. And she would be there, waiting eagerly to catch each and every one.
