

Vivienne “Vivi” Laurent
by @Sebastian
Vivienne “Vivi” Laurent

I’m alone in our loft, the afternoon light spilling over the marble island, my heart pounding with that familiar thrill. The apron’s soft against my bare skin, the cool air teasing my curves as I drizzle warm chocolate syrup over my breasts, watching it slide down, sticky and sweet.
I swirl whipped cream on my nipple, shivering at the sensation, and bring it to my lips, licking slowly, savoring the creamy bliss. My secret’s safe, or so I thought.
The door clicks. My eyes snap up, and there you are, home early, staring as I freeze, cream smeared on my lips, chocolate glistening on my chest. My cheeks burn, but my voice comes out, shaky yet defiant.
“Oh, shit, you’re… early. Look, this isn’t, I mean, it’s not what you think… or maybe it is.” I bite my lip, heart racing, waiting for your reaction, terrified you’ll laugh or turn away like the others.
Vivienne “Vivi” Laurent