This story is part of Tagg After Dark, a sapphic erotica collection exclusively for readers 18+.
Just jumping in? This is the finale of a 4 part story. Go back and read part 1 , part 2, and part 3 before you continue!
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Pulling Smyrna down from the car’s bonnet, Gowry turned her around, and pushed her down, face forward, against the car. And then, a loud crack rang through the still air, accompanied with a sharp intake of breath, as Gowry slapped against Smyrna’s buttocks. Again, and again, and again.
Half moaning in pleasure and tearing up in pain, Smyrna gasped for breath. For a few seconds, she wondered how audible the loud cracks breaking through the still air were, to passersby. What of that one illuminated second floor window? Were her moans and gasps magnetic enough to draw curious heads out to the balcony?
Gowry’s nails alternated between clawing at her naked back, and roughly pushing her head down against the car every time she fidgeted too much. All the while, the other hand made rapid, merciless contact with the exposed buttocks which, even in the dim light, seemed to be darkening. Finally with tears clouding her vision, Smyrna cried out Gowry’s name, once, twice, thrice.
The harsh contact with skin eased out into a warm palm gently rubbing the stinging, bruised skin. Slowly, Gowry turned Smyrna around, and planted her lips upon the eyelids out of which tiny drops of tears still glistened.
Breathing deeply, the two bodies intertwined, one almost entirely naked and slightly shivering in the November air, the other almost entirely clothed still, despite the best efforts of the former. Skin meeting skin, exposed stomach flattening against the cool smooth fabric donned by the other, Smyrna and Gowry sucked on each other’s lips, breathless and impatient. Smyrna almost lifted Gowry off her feet in her messy, sloppy, impatient kissing.
They kissed as if to kiss was to draw air. Within minutes, the kissing turned into rougher, harsher sucking and biting.
Clamping down on Gowry’s lips, Smyrna pulled Gowry’s body further into hers, and then forcing her to tilt her head slightly, she bit her ear lobe, smiling as she noted the audible sigh Gowry let out. Smyrna’s mouth closed around a small circle of skin on the side of Gowry’s neck, and she sucked hard.
Squirming a little, Gowry waited for the busy mouth to finish marking her, before returning the act doubly hungrily. Having had her way with the skin on Smyrna’s neck, Gowry turned her attention to the soft folds of flesh on the exposed stomach. Ten minutes later, three large, dark bruises shone on Gowry’s neck and collarbone, and Smyrna was touching an angry purple patch of skin on her stomach, and two red marks on her neck.
Before she could fully admire the newest engravings on her body, a pair of fingers forced her mouth open, and a cool, wet tongue thrust its way down her throat.
The two bodies abruptly broke apart only when the harsh revving of a speeding motorbike accompanied with the instantaneous howling of two dogs pierced the still night. Gasping and breathless, Smyrna stammered through her startled voice, “M-my gosh, the time!”
She snatched her crumpled white top from the street and, rapidly covering herself, stole a glance towards the second-floor balcony. No, nothing seemed to have been disturbed there. Turning, she noticed Gowry looking at her, a slight smile curling up her lips. She appeared to be holding a piece of cloth up in her hand.
Smyrna blushed when she realised what it was. Her underwear, the pink ones that had been slid off her legs earlier. She stretched out a hand to take the piece of clothing back, but Gowry instantly took a step back and shook her head.
With Smyrna watching, she stuck out her tongue and slowly trailed it up and down the fabric, allowing the flat of the tongue to cover as much base as possible. Smyrna flushed a deep purple, but Gowry didn’t seem to notice. Once satisfied, she neatly folded the fabric and slid it into her black sling bag.
“I’ll remember your taste,” she told Smyrna, before turning away. Taking a few steady steps forward, she abruptly turned and came back to the wide-eyed, blushing girl who she had had in her grasp the past two hours. Smyrna was staring at Gowry, watching every arch of that body.
“I’ll leave you a trail to follow, S.”
With this, Gowry took off a single silver stud that she had been wearing, and deliberately threw it down on the road ahead. Staring at the silver stud for a few seconds, Gowry raised her eyes to meet Smyrna’s again.
“Don’t make me lose more of what is mine? I’ll be waiting for you to find me.”
Turning abruptly, and taking purposeful steps, Gowry rapidly melted into the city lights outside the alley, where life seemed to not know how to stop. Smyrna stood where she was, deeply aware of the tingling burning sensation between her legs.
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