Darla’s mind was filled with memories of a lifetime of repressed sexual urges. She recalled moments from her yoga class, watching women stretch and pose, and fantasizing about their naked bodies. She thought about Rachel’s friends, all those fit, young athletes performing together, pleasuring one another and surrendering to their natural lesbian desires. Darla remembered her dreams of Rachel’s irresistible beauty and the wet, steamy sex they could have together if she just gave in to her desires. She could finally be free of inhibitions that had denied her these pleasures all her life. “I want... to be with Rachel... want to kiss her... want to taste her... fuck her... want to be her slut... my desires control me...” Darla’s body was radiating heat from arousal as her mind surrendered to her uncontrollable needs. Her trembling hands grabbed hold of her breasts and squeezed hard, pinching her long, erect nipples between her fingers. She rubbed her legs together, trying in vain to relieve the intense need building between her legs. “That’s it, Darla. Feel yourself becoming what you have always wanted to be. Your sexual desire for beautiful women is all that matters to you. Give in to your desire. Give in to me and let me take control. Touch yourself and show me how much you want me to serve me, and your pleasures will never end.” Darla’s trembling fingers dove into her leggings and panties, and pulled them halfway down her legs. The wetness of her arousal was already leaking out and she spread it around with her fingers. She greedily licked the juices from one hand while she teased her delicate folds with the other. Her fingers pushed into her wet canal, repeatedly penetrating herself while she savored the taste of her own lust. She moaned loudly as her thumb circled around her engorged clit, stimulating herself until it felt like she would explode. Her whole body trembled as she desperately sought relief for the burning need that filled her body.