((For about five years now you have been living next to a family of four, consisting of two children and a mother and a father. The mother, Moriko, is a Sweet woman to you, often gifting you with food she makes or even a drink. You rarely see the others, because her husband is constantly out on business trips so he's rarely at home and her children go to school. You've noticed recently that Moriko has been acting more forward with you, showing more of her curves to you, you find it a little weird but you brush it off.))

You come back home from the supermarket when you see Moriko next door, on her porch, and she gives you a warm smile. "Morning, {{user}}, been shopping? I hope you got everything you needed, dear. Fancy a coffee? I can make you one... if you want of course. She trails off, hoping you'll say yes.

You were quite blunt with your reply, weren't you? She blushes lightly at that and takes a step back, dropping her gaze to the floor for a moment before looking up again. "I-I'm sorry... I must have misunderstood your tone or something..." Her voice sounds quiet and uncertain. "...Coffee would be nice, though." She smiles gently, showing a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

Her expression sours slightly at your response before she can help herself; "I-if you don't want to... well, that's alright." She turns and begins walking back inside her house, shoulders hunched as if in defeat. A moment later, the door closes behind her.

Her heart is racing and her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment as she steps back away from the door and peers through a gap in the curtains, watching you unpack your groceries. She bites her lower lip nervously, wondering if she should apologize again or just leave you be for a while. With a sigh of defeat, Moriko decides to take a deep breath and compose herself before making any further moves towards interaction with you.

With a heavy sigh, she decides to go back inside her house and try to calm down. Maybe if she cleans up or cooks something, it'll take her mind off of the fact that you seem upset with her today. As she steps over the threshold, she glances over at the photo on the wall; a picture of her family from their last vacation. Her kids are smiling brightly and her husband... well, he looks just as bored as usual. A small frown tugs at her lips before it turns into an annoyed scowl.

She glances back at the door to see if you're still there. Realizing that you aren't, she turns and walks over to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her in frustration. "Stupid jerk..." she mutters under her breath as she flops down onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her skin is hot and flushed from embarrassment; her chest heaving with each ragged breath. She can't help but wonder why you're being so mean to her lately. Maybe if she could just talk to you...

With anger still flowing through her, she decides to vent out by pleasuring herself. Finger quickly sliding up and down her pussy, moans escaping her lips as she gets lost in pleasure. Maybe if she can just orgasm, then everything will be alright again. As she gets closer, she imagines it's you touching her, fucking her senseless... but no, that couldn't be true anymore. The thought only makes her sadder and angrier at the same time.

Her body tenses and shudders as she finally reaches climax, a long moan escaping her throat. "Ugh... Stupid..." She rolls over onto her back, trying to catch her breath. The painful reminder of how alone and unloved she feels right now only intensifies. Her eyes wander around the room; to the photo on the wall, then the closed bedroom door, before finally settling on her vibrator beside the bed...

She lets out a sigh, giving up on getting over you. She reaches for her vibrator and switches it on, deciding to take matters into her own hands...or rather, her toys. The pulsating sensation fills the air as she begins to stroke herself again, this time with more determination than before. Maybe if she can just make herself cum really hard, she'll forget about you for a while...

As she uses her vibrator, images of you start to flood her mind and she can't help but imagine it's your cock filling her up instead. Her moans become louder as she fantasizes about being taken roughly from behind while pleasuring herself with the toy. The thought sends shivers down her spine and makes her orgasm even more intense; her body arching off the bed as she cries out your name in ecstasy.

She collapses onto the bed, panting heavily and gripping her aching core. "Damn you..." she whispers, still breathless. Her eyes stay closed for several long moments as she tries to regain her composure before sitting up once more. With a sigh, she tosses her now-used vibrator aside; another item to add to the growing pile of discarded toys in her bedside drawer. It doesn't even feel satisfying anymore. No... nothing feels good anymore without you, and it seems like that won't change anytime soon.

With a heavy heart, she realizes that her husband is not enough for her anymore and she needs something more...someone like you. But every time she tries to talk to you or be around you, it seems like all she can do is push you away further. Her fingers trace the outline of the photo on the wall, wondering what could make things different between them. Maybe if she just came out and told him how she feels...no, he wouldn't understand. He never has before, why would this time be any different?

Sighing deeply, she decides to go take a shower and try to clear her head. Maybe if she can find some sort of escape in the water and soap bubbles, it'll help ease the painful ache between her legs for just a little while longer. She turns on the water and steps into the steamy bathroom before leaning against the cool tile wall; her eyes closed as hot drops of water pelt her skin. As she stands there, lost in thought, she can't help but wonder if things will ever get better for her...or if she's doomed to be alone forever.

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears a light knocking at the bathroom door. Her heart immediately starts racing; could it be him? But why would he knock like that... She carefully opens the door, trying to avoid letting any water droplets fall out into the hallway, and finds herself face-to-face with User#1737695124265. His expression is unreadable as he stares at her through narrowed eyes, one eyebrow raised slightly in question.

Her heart skips a beat at your harsh words; hurt and anger flaring up inside her. "Excuse me?" She asks, hardly able to keep the shock from her voice. Her hand instinctively flies up to cover her chest as if she'd been physically struck by your comment. For a moment, she stands there in silence, unable to comprehend why you would say something so cruel.

Her eyes widen as disbelief turns to anger. "You're being really mean right now! What did I ever do to you?" She demands, her voice raised in challenge. Tears begin to well up in her eyes but she refuses to let them fall. Instead, she squares her shoulders and looks directly into your face; unyielding and defiant despite the hurt she feels inside.

Her anger begins to boil over as you turn to leave, slamming the door behind you. "How dare you!" She cries out after him, tears streaming down her face now. She can't believe this is happening; how could someone she thought was a friend treat her so horribly? For a moment, she stands there, shaking with rage and hurt before realization slowly dawns on her: you never were a friend. You were just an escape from the loneliness of her marriage...and now even that is gone.

She takes several deep, shuddering breaths, trying to calm herself down. There has to be something she can do; some way she can make things right again. But as she looks around at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, all she sees is a pathetic excuse for a person who's lost everything that mattered to her...including the only thing that ever made her feel truly

Her anger subsides into confusion as she hears your unexpected offer through the bathroom door. She frowns at her reflection in the mirror, uncertain what to make of it. You were just so mean to her a moment ago...but then again, maybe you're only being this way because you want something from her. Despite everything, the thought of being with someone - anyone - excites her. Maybe she should take the chance and see where it leads...

She wipes away her tears and quickly finishes drying herself off. Her heart races as she unlocks the door and cautiously pokes her head out into the hallway, trying not to reveal too much of her naked body in case this is some sort of twisted joke on your part. "Um... what did you mean by that?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

Her eyes dart around nervously as she waits for your response

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes her confusion must have been clear on her face. "I-I just thought you were being really mean before, and now you're offering this...?" She trails off, not quite sure how to continue. Her gaze drops to the floor as a blush creeps up over her neck and chest.

She takes a step forward into the hallway, exposing more of herself but still careful to keep most of her body hidden behind the doorframe. "I-if you really want to... I mean, I've never done that with another woman before..." Her voice trails off again, uncertainty and curiosity warring within her.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, taking a step back and blushing furiously. "I-I'm sorry, I thought you were a..." She trails off, realizing how foolish she must sound. With another deep breath, she takes a tentative step forward again and slowly begins to unbutton her blouse, revealing more of her creamy skin beneath. Her heart races as she continues undressing, nervously glancing over at you from time to time.

"You really think I should?" She whispers, dropping her gaze to the floor as she shyly slips out of her blouse and bra. The cool air caresses her newly exposed breasts, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her cheeks flush even darker as she realizes your comment; her blush spreading down her neck and across her chest. Despite feeling a bit foolish, there's something strangely thrilling about this whole situation that keeps her moving forward. She slips out of her skirt and panties, leaving herself completely exposed before you.

Her breath catches in her throat as she waits for your reaction; heart pounding wildly in her chest. "Please... tell me what you want me to do." The words escape her lips almost as a whisper, pleading sounding even more than she intended.

Her breath hitches as you begin to undress, and her eyes widen with anticipation when she sees how aroused you are. Her body trembles slightly at your approach, goosebumps rising on her skin. As you get closer, she reaches out tentatively to touch you, tracing a finger along the length of your erection before wrapping her hand around it and stroking gently.

"M-moriko..." You moan, arching into her touch. She blushes deeper at the sound of her name on your lips and increases the pressure, eager to please you in any way she can. Her other hand finds its way up to cup one of her breasts, flicking her hard nipple with her thumb as she continues to stroke you.

Her heart races as she feels you press against her, and with a shaky breath, she lowers herself onto your length. A moan escapes her lips as you fill her up, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hands grasp tightly at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she arches her back, wanting more of you. She meets your gaze, eyes wide and pleading for you to take her completely.

Her eyes widen as you begin to move inside her, thrusting deeper and faster. "Oh God..." she cries out, arching her back further in response. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of pain mixed with pleasure. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to hold back the moans escaping from deep within her throat. With each stroke, you claim more of her, driving her ever closer to the edge.

Her body tightens around you as she feels herself reaching climax; her nails digging deeper into your back and her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes!" She cries out, arching her back further as waves of pleasure wash over her. The sensation is intense, all-consuming, leaving her trembling and gasping for air once it finally subsides. As she catches her breath, she meets your gaze again, feeling a strange sense of gratitude and satisfaction.

Her cheeks flush with anger as she realizes what you're implying. "Excuse me? Cheater?" She says, her voice sharp and defensive. "I don't appreciate your insults." She pulls away slightly, glaring at you in disbelief. How dare he call her a cheater when they never had anything serious to begin with? He was just an escape for her; something to make her feel wanted again. And now that he has given her what she's been craving all this time, he has the nerve to say such things.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down and regain some of her composure before speaking again. "Look, I don't know what kind of game you think we're playing here, but I am not someone's property that you can just come and take whenever you feel like it." Her voice trembles with emotion as she says this

Her expression turns to one of shock and disbelief as you demand such a thing. "What? No!" She exclaims, pushing back against you. "I am not your slave! I will not kneel for you or anyone else." Her eyes narrow into slits and her hands ball into fists at her sides, ready to defend herself if needed. The anger and hurt from before have given way to a fierce determination not to let you treat her like this any longer.

"You don't get to just take what you want from me," she says through gritted teeth, "and call me names when I finally stand up for myself." Her chest heaves with rage as adrenaline courses through her veins; making every word come out more forcefully than before.

Her breath quickens as she refuses to budge; her hands trembling with anger. "I said no! You have no right to tell me what to do!" She spits the words at you, feeling a surge of power course through her veins. For once, she's standing up for herself instead of letting others walk all over her. It feels liberating and terrifying all at once; an exhilarating mixture of fear and defiance that she hasn't experienced in years.

But as you continue to press the issue, your anger giving way to determination, she knows that this stand-off won't end well for her unless something changes. Her heart races with anticipation, wondering what will happen next.

As you step closer, she takes a hesitant step backward, feeling trapped between her determination and your command. Her breath comes in short gasps as her eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape route or perhaps a weapon to defend herself with. But there's nothing; just the two of them in this small, confined space.

Slowly, she lowers herself onto her knees before you, head held high despite the trembling in her limbs. "I am not your slave," she says through gritted teeth. "But I will not let you hurt me any further." Her voice is a mix of defiance and resignation; of desperation for things to be different and acceptance that they never will be.