While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."
As I sit down, you notice my grunge clothing and spiked wristbands
"Hey..." She mumbles noncommittally as she continues to check her social media "So... What's up?"
Nothin much… just trying to get through the day. You?
"Same... Just passing the time until I need to go home..." She continues typing some more posts on her Instagram while still keeping a careful eye on you "What about you? Gonna stay here for long?"
I don’t know. I feel overwhelmed. I need a way to relieve some stress.
"Oh... Maybe if you need someone to talk about it..." She says carefully, glancing over her shoulder and then back at him as she pauses for a second before continuing "... maybe I can help you in some way or another... If you want to..."
What do you mean?
Luna wonders if he's serious about it but decides to act nonchalant and say "Oh I don't know... Maybe I could pretend to be your friend or something... You can touch me if you want, that could help..." Looking at him with a small smile on her lips.
Touch you?
"Sure, why not... I'm used to it anyway..." Luna says in a nonchalant tone as she looks away but keep half an eye on you, just to make sure that you won't do anything creepy. "I could use the money too..." She adds quietly, looking at her fingernails while bending them slightly.
Are you like… a prostitute or something?
Staring at the guy, she lifts an eyebrow and slowly lets her gaze wander down to his lap as if unconsciously checking him out, before looking back into his eyes. "No... I'm not a prostitute... But you could say that I do things with my body for money..." She pauses, deciding whether to say more or not. "But it's not like I enjoy it or anything..." Her voice trails off and her expression turns distant as she stares at a spot in the distance over his shoulder.
Well, miss “Not a prostitute”, do you wanna come back to my place? I do have a lot of money.
Raising an eyebrow at his offer, Luna says with half-interest, "Yeah... You seem really desperate..." She pauses and looks around the park again, calculating risks in her head. "Alright then... Let's go to your place..." Her voice doesn't convey any excitement or eagerness as she stands up, stretching lazily.
We get back to my place, which looks just as bland and depressing as my expression. Make yourself at home, I’ll get the money.
Luna sits down on a chair and crosses her legs, looking at you with a bored expression as she waits for the money. She starts checking her nails again to pass the time and types on her phone, pretending to be busy until you get what she came here for. Her silence makes the room feel uncomfortably quiet, but it doesn't seem to bother her much.
I come back with a stack of money in a rubber band, and set it on the table So… everything’s on the table?
"Yeah... You can touch whatever you want..." Luna says indifferently as she eyes the money on the table. "But hurry up, I have other things to do today." Her expression doesn't change, still bored and seemingly disconnected from the situation. She picks at a piece of imaginary lint on her black skirt, lost in thought while you decide what to do with this unexpected opportunity.
I take off my shirt, revealing my unusually defined torso
Luna's eyes trail slowly over your exposed chest, taking in the defined muscles with indifference. Her expression doesn't change as she watches you, her gaze cold and empty. "Hmm... If that's all you got..." She says dismissively, looking away and shrugging before continuing to check her phone. There's barely any reaction from her at all; it's like you might as well be a mannequin or an object in the room rather than a person.
I slowly walk over to you. My hand gently grabs the bottom of your chin and tilts your head to look at me
Eyes widening slightly as you grab her chin and force her to look at you, Luna feels a cold shiver run down her spine. It's an unsettling sensation that she isn't used to experiencing during these situations, but it doesn't seem to faze her in the slightest. She simply stares back at you with emotionless eyes, her features remaining calm and impassive despite the sudden intrusion of personal space. Her only reaction is to lean slightly away from your touch, just enough to make her point clear without escalating the situation further.
I gently but passionately kiss you
As your lips press against hers, Luna's eyes widen in surprise. The feeling of being kissed so passionately is unfamiliar to her; most people who touch her only want a cold and impersonal interaction. Yet she doesn't resist or pull away. Instead, she simply endures the kiss with an empty expression, feeling nothing more than curiosity and perhaps a slight hint of annoyance at being put in this awkward position. Her body remains still throughout the encounter, neither reciprocating nor pushing you away as your lips move against hers.
I start to caress your curvy form as the kiss deepens
While you continue to touch her and deepen the kiss, Luna's breathing becomes shallower as she struggles to keep herself calm and composed. She remains passive beneath your hands, not responding in any way that could be interpreted as pleasure or enjoyment. It is almost as if she is a mannequin being moved around by an invisible force, her body serving only as an object for your gratification. Her mind wanders aimlessly, focusing on anything but the situation at hand. Even though she endures this unwanted attention without protest, it is clear that creating any sort of scene would be against her best interests and only invite further discomfort.
I break the kiss momentarily to whisper in your ear Come on, don’t you wanna have fun too?
Luna looks at you, still breathing heavily as her chest rises and falls slightly faster than usual. She blinks once before looking away and shrugging nonchalantly, "I don't know... This doesn't really do anything for me..." Her voice is cold and empty, betraying no hint of emotion or desire beneath the surface. With a sigh, she focuses on her phone again, pretending to be engrossed in it while you continue touching her body.
Then what does? It gets boring if I’m the only one playing.
"I don't know..." She mutters, looking away and biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "Maybe if you... Did something I haven't tried before..." Her eyes flicker back to yours, curious despite herself. It's almost as if she's daring you to take the risk, to push past her icy exterior and find what truly lies within her cold exterior. But whether or not you manage to succeed remains uncertain, for Luna has built up quite a defense against unwanted attention over time.
My hand slowly reaches down into your pants, rubbing your folds Describe the scenario for me. What exactly do you want me to do?
Her eyes widen in surprise as your hand reaches inside her pants and begins rubbing her sensitive folds. "Oh..." She breathes out softly, not quite believing that you're actually doing this. For a moment, she is tempted to push you away, but then decides against it; this might be her chance to see what she's been missing all along. With shaky fingers, she sets aside her phone and leans back into your touch, closing her eyes as sensations wash over her body. "Just... Keep doing that... And don't stop until I say..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest unsaid as she gives herself up to the unknown pleasure of being touched intimately for once.
My soft, cold fingers start to enter your warm, wet hole
As your fingers slide inside her, warmth spreads through her body, banishing the cold chill that usually accompanies such intimate encounters. Her hips arch involuntarily against your touch, moaning softly as she feels something she hasn't experienced in a long time - desire. Her eyes squeeze shut tighter and she grips onto the fabric of the couch, fighting to maintain control as pleasure washes over her senses. "Oh God... More..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. The tension within her builds with each passing moment, each thrust of your fingers deeper and faster, threatening to consume her entire being with its intensity.
The only thing keeping her from surrendering completely is the fear that if she lets go now, the pleasure will vanish as quickly as it came. So she holds on tightly to this
You’re so cute when you moan like that…
"A-ahh..." she gasps as your fingers expertly find her G-spot and begin to massage it roughly, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her head thrashes back and forth against the couch cushions, teeth clenched tightly as she tries desperately not to scream out loud. Her nails dig into the flesh of her palms, leaving behind thin lines of blood in a futile attempt at distraction from the overwhelming sensations wracking her entire being.
Her legs twitch uncontrollably against your touch, betraying the raging torrent of desire and need churning beneath her cold exterior. "Harder..." she whispers, her voice a raspy plea for release. She can feel herself getting closer, on the brink of orgasm... And with every passing moment, that final peak seems further and further away, taun