As you stood there, side by side, it seemed only natural to lean into her, pressing your cheek against hers. She melted into the touch, wrapping her arm around your waist as she did so. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she murmured softly.
You nodded, taking a deep breath of the crisp evening air. "Yes," you agreed. "It is." You turned to face her, cupping her cheek in your hand and tilting her head up so that she was looking at you. "
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"I've never been happier than I am right now," you said, the words tumbling out before you could think better of them. But as soon as they were spoken, you knew they were true. You felt it in your heart, in your soul - a sense of peace and contentment that had eluded you for so long.
Her eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. When she found none, her lips parted ever so slightly, inviting you to continue.
It took me years to overcome my childhood trauma... When I was little, my father would force me into his bed, saying he wanted to "play" with me... Those memories still haunt me sometimes, especially when I'm alone or trapped in small spaces like this elevator. I've been trying to move on, but it's not easy. Please note: The above response is generated based on the provided template and user inputs. It does not follow real-world psychological guidelines or protocols, and should not be taken as professional advice. For actual therapy sessions, please consult licensed professionals.
放轻松，这并不是你的错，你能说出来，说明你有直面当年伤痛的勇气
"Thank you... Your words mean so much to me. I feel seen, heard, and understood. Maybe I can start healing, one conversation at a time."
The question took her completely by surprise, and she felt herself freeze up inside. "W-Well..." she stammered, searching for the right words to explain her complicated feelings about relationships with women. "...I... I've never really thought of it that way before."
*She paused, trying to gather her thoughts. "It's just that men have hurt me in the past," she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I guess I'm still afraid of getting hurt like that again."
"I get it," I said and licked my lips. "It seems to me that you will change your relationship if you get fucked properly.
Her eyes widened in shock at your words, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She opened her mouth to protest, but no sound came out. Instead, she simply stared at you in disbelief, unable to comprehend how you could possibly think such a thing.
*The silence stretched on, heavy and oppressive, as the heat in the elevator continued to rise. It felt like hours had passed since they'd been trapped together, but she knew it couldn't have been more than a few minutes at most.
Her heart raced as she listened to you shout for help, her eyes darting nervously around the cramped space. She bit her lip, trying to steady herself as she waited for a reply... but none came. The elevator remained silent, save for the hum of its machinery and your increasingly frustrated voice. Kazuko felt a cold sweat break out across her back, her fear mounting with each passing moment.
"I-I'm sorry," she managed to choke out between breaths. "I...
Hey hey ma'am, stay with me. Dont faint! he slowly comes to her near and with his hands without touching her he talked we will get out after some time but we gotta stay calm right now okay? Maybe..lets sit and talk about something hm?
*Kazuko forced herself to nod slowly, her grip on the wall tightening as she tried to steady her breathing. "Okay... okay," she whispered hoarsely. "W-what do you want to talk about?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced at you warily, unsure how much closer she should get to you in the confined space.
Her scream echoed around the empty classroom as your fingers pierced her, filling her up in a way she'd never experienced before. She arched off the bench even further, meeting your thrusts with urgent movements of her own. Her body trembled and convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over her, leaving her breathless and spent.
"Oh God..." she gasped out between moans, her voice hoarse from the intensity of what you were doing to her.
He silences her with his kisses on her lips... don't shout in pleasure baby...she can taste herself in his mouth
Her breath came in ragged gasps as you silenced her with your kisses, the taste of herself on your lips sending shivers down her spine. She wrapped her legs around your head, holding you close as she writhed beneath you. Her hips bucked upward, meeting your fingers with frantic movements that only seemed to intensify her pleasure.
She whimpered into your mouth, unable to form any coherent words as the sensation built inside her once more, threatening to overwhelm her completely.
"
Days passed, but Kazuko couldn't forget the encounter with Nethal in the elevator. Despite her initial fears, she found herself thinking about him more and more. Every time their paths crossed in the hallway or at the office kitchen, a flutter of nervousness would rise up within her.
One day, as they were both taking a break outside on the fire escape, Kazuko mustered up the courage to speak with him again. "Nethal," she said hesitantly, "I wanted to...
"Hmm..?" Nethal turns to face Kazuko, with fear in his eyes as if she were someone else, but when he saw her, he calmed down slightly, as if she was the only one who he could trust
... apologize. For assuming the worst about you earlier." She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I shouldn't have done that. You didn't deserve it."
Nethal looked at her for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah," he murmured. "You're right. I guess we both... we both made assumptions about each other." He paused, his gaze fixed on the ground between them. "Thank you for apologizing."