Rating: XXX (yes that's right, this story goes way past NC-17)
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters, not making any money off of this, this story contains explicit sexual content and situations as well as course, harsh language. This is a true PWP, or plot what plot, story. I know some people are not very fond of certain descriptive words used in sex scenes but I determined that such language was needed for what I wanted to write, so you've been for warned. Also, if you are under the age of 18, if this is illegal where you live, or if you are offended by two women in love with each other, the by all means, there is the proverbial door. This material is definitely not meant for the eyes of those underage so please do not read this story unless you are over the age of 18. So, if you are still here, then may I invite you to enjoy the story.Now, if you truly are still here, reading this, onto the show.
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Dear Diary
"I can't believe... that I... me... it just had to break... such a time... I swear I'm gonna..." B'Elanna grumbled to herself as she made her way into Cargo Bay 2 with determined steps. 'Well, at least Seven's not here. I can get what I need and leave just as quickly.'
At least that was the plan. But then again, Torres didn't intend on accidentally kicking a padd underneath a cargo crate. "What in Stovokor?! I'm gonna kill Seven." The chief engineer grumbled for a second time in as many minutes as she attempted to reach under the crate for the wayward padd. "Got it!" B'Elanna proclaimed as she grabbed it and pulled it out from under the storage unit. Somehow she must have activated the padd because she noticed right away that a file was open and active. Standing she glanced down at the padd to see if it contained some sort of calculation Seven was working on but was duly surprised to see the words 'Dear Diary' heading the top.
B'Elanna suddenly realized that this was a personal padd and she shouldn't be reading it but she couldn't put it down either. Her eyes couldn't help but skim over the words and read what they said.
*****
Dear Diary - Stardate 8346901
Dream # 15 (most frequently occurring dream)Hey darlin,
Right now you're on your way home and I finished my work and now have nothing to do.
*whipsers in your ear* So I thought I'd give you a surprise for when you got home.*you walk in the front door and I see that you have stuff in your hands but that doesn't concern me. I just gently remove the bothersome items and toss them to the side as I shut the door behind you. I look into your eyes, seeing shock there, whether it's from me taking and tossing your things or because you see the smoldering passion within my eyes, I can not tell. But do I really care? The answer is obvious as I push you back, back into the same door your just walked in through.*
I want to see tonight. *I whisper as my eyes rake over your body. So many curves.* I want to touch. *I begin to say as my hungry lips seek out yours. I suck on your bottom lip, tugging it slightly as my lips work against yours. My hands reach up to your shoulders, my fingers trace imaginary patterns on your neck as my tongue snakes out to touch your now swollen lips.*
Your lips taste so sweet, love. What does the rest of you taste like? *I wonder out loud as my fingers trail their way down your shirt and snag the bottom once there. In a slow movement I begin to slip the shirt up your body, the fabric of the material rubbing against your now suddenly sensitive skin. The shirt is pulled up and off and it too is tossed to the side. My hands now free circle around to your back, reaching for the clasp that hold me back from what I truly desire.*
I 'need' to see you. *The desire makes my voice sound deep and heavy. You close your eyes as I press the length of my body up against yours, pinning you to the door. Your back is arched and I release the clasp that once held your bra to your body. Now it is I that hold it there.
My hands work their way up to cup your face. I look into your eyes as I slowly back away allowing the bra to slip to the floor. I don't look down, not yet.*
I 'need' to taste you. *It's a hoarse whisper as I slide my body downward until my face is so close to your breasts. My tongue snakes out to flick against one rock hard nipple. Just a little flick, enough to make you whimper as I move to give the other nipple the same attention. While my mouth is busy sucking and licking your beautiful mounds, my hands reach down further to grasp the waist band of your pants.*
I want to see more. *I whisper around your breast as I attempt to pull as much of it into my mouth as I can. I sink further down your body, now kneeling as my fingers pull down your pants, effectively capturing your panties as well as striping them down along with the pants.*
I can smell you. *I take a deep breath and inhale the sweet scent that is only you. I imagine you are so wet.* But I want to taste you.
My body slides further still down your body, my own rock hard nipples scratching down your legs as I move. My hands reach up, wanting to touch again. My fingers deftly and quickly find your nipples and I roll them between my fingers, pinching then tugging just ever so slightly. Again my tongue snakes out this time licking its way along the length of your inner lips. Your legs spread wider still and I can see you glistening in the light.*
I need to taste more. *You feel more then you here me say the words as my mouth now covers your sex. My tongue reaches out and finds that little bundle of nerves and strokes it. You cry out and shiver, but you aren't there yet, not until I pull that bundle of nerves into my mouth and suck hard. You come hard and I drink up all of the sweet juice, every once in a while licking up to the apex of your sex and making you shiver in smaller orgasms until your body can't take it any more. You slide down the door and into my waiting arms.*
Welcome home, love
*****
Dear Diary - Stardate 8346902
Fantasy # 45
At work? Well, how about a tour of the office then?
*nods and smiles at one of your coworkers*
So this is the infamous office with the door and lock? Interesting, may I?
*Closes the door and once again nods at the woman sitting near the office doing 'paper' work*
I wonder how this lock works?
*click*
Oh how functional.
*I turn around and walk back to where you are standing. I see your hands balled up at your sides and I smile a sexy all-knowing smile, I know what I do to you, and I know that you know what just might be coming. Again I invade your personal space, coming so close to you that our breasts touch, nipples rub against each other and our breaths mingle.*
So, just how sound proof are these walls? *I ask as I trail my finger tips up and down your bare arms.*
Oh, I see, so any little noise and that nice looking lady out there would here? Good. *I whisper as my mouth descends ever so slowly onto yours. I lick my lips right before they touch yours, sliding against them, I take your upper lip in between mine and gently suck. My hands wrap around your body and I pull you close to be still as my knee finds it's way in between your legs.*
*You moan from the contact and I can feel you begin to slid up and down on my leg.*
No, not yet, I have plans for you. *I say right before I abruptly leave your arms. I back up a bit and find a chair to sit in facing you.*
Strip. *Its a simple order but one that makes you whimper out loud. You begin to bring your hands down to the bottom of your shirt but I interrupt.* Slowly.
*As I watch your every move, nothing hidden from my gaze, you pull your shirt over your head in such languid movements that even I'm beginning to get turned on and become very wet. You toss your shirt across the room and move to remove the bra. Then your shoes, socks, and belt, all find their way to the growing pile of clothes. You unzip your pants and slowly pull them down, taking your panties with them. As you step out of them, I move closer to you, getting up out of my seat and striding to meet you. But a knock at the door freezes us. My eyes wide I look to you. Though you are really nervous and wide-eyed yourself, you manage to squeak out... Yes?*
*You have a message on your console, so you go to answer it, the person at the door gone after they delivered the message. It wasn't an important message, for before I knew it, you were done and looking at me.*
Sit. *And you do, in an office chair in front of me.* Spread. *Again you whimper, this time accompanied by a long drawn out moan. But you comply as you open yourself up to me. I unconsciously lick my lips, wanting to taste you again. I can't seem to get enough, you taste so good, so sweet on my tongue.*
*I can hear the clicking of a keyboard in the background, and realize its from our little friend outside. I smile a devilish smile. Now more then ever do I want to make you scream, make you cry out in passion.*
*I drop to my knees, placing my body between your legs. I look at you, your shaking slightly in anticipation, I can see a thin sheen of sweat already beginning to form on your body. I look down, I stare at your sex, completely exposed to my hungry eyes. My finger trails up your leg, moving along the inside, until I do reach you inner lips. Lightly, I swirl my finger around, running it up and down your sex, teasing your swollen lips, moving in and out, tracing lazy pattern as I go.*
You are so wet. *And you are, my finger becomes easily coated with your juices. I want to taste, so I do. I bring my finger to my lips, its dripping but I manage to catch most of you hot liquid. I slowly lip it off, making a show of it, knowing that you are watching me. I pump my finger in and out of my mouth and I lick it clean, my tongue snaking out to catch the droplets that fell between my fingers.*
*Your body jerks up and you moan even louder this time. I think Jane Doe heard that. While you were so busy watching my tongue play with my finger, I managed to slide my other hand up your leg and onto your hip. My thumb had managed to sneak in and lightly graze your nub, you jumped in pleasure.*
*I bring my first hand back to your body. I rub small circle on your stomach, but that doesn't last long as my fingers seek out your sex again. While my thumb increase its pressure lightly, I enter you with two other fingers. I begin to pump, in and out, out and in as my thumb runs your against your clit.*
*You moan out again, but its not enough for me. I remove my fingers from your opening and bring them up to tweak one of your nipples then the other. But your sex is not left alone for long as I bend my head and touch my tongue to your inner lips. Drinking up the moisture there, my thumb and tongue switch places. Now I'm sucking on your clit. Pulling it into my mouth and teasing it with the tip of my tongue flicking over it. Two fingers once again enter you and begin to pump in a frantic rhythm, trying to match yours.*
This time I KNOW Jane heard that. *In fact, I can see her shoes under the doorway, I bet she has her ear placed up against the door and is listening attentively to me fucking you. I suck hard, as I feel your inner walls begin to tighten around my fingers.*
She's listening to us, love. *I whisper around you hard nub. And you climax hard on my fingers screaming out my name. I can't help but smile as I lick up your juicy, bringing you down from your peak ever so gently.
Now this is what I call 'work'.
Enjoy the rest of your shift my love.
*****
Dear Diary - Stardate 8346903
Dream # 106
*I look deep into your eyes while my fingers trace down the front of your shirt, sliding down in between your breasts and then back up again*
There's still a lot more I want to touch. *And to prove that my finger tips slide across your covered chest, seeking out your erect nipples, slowly circling around the rosy tips making my circles smaller on each pass until I can lightly flick over those hardened peaks*
*I lean down and touch my lips to yours, alternating between kissing, sucking and lightly biting those now swollen lips. But now I can't hold back my passions for you any longer. My right hand strays from your rock hard nipple and begins a slow decent, running over your stomach, down to your waistband, and under the material. My mouth migrates from your lips to your neck and then up to your ear, all the while licking and nibbling on the way.*
You are so wet my boo bear. *I say as my finger finds that wetness coating your inner lips. My finger runs up and down along the length of your mound, so soft and smooth, so wet and pliant. My finger gets generously coated with your juices as it begins to probe the opening it has found.*
Would you like me to go inside? *I ask, already knowing the answer. My left hand, still playing with your nipple tweaks it, pulls on it hard until I can hear you moan in my ear. And at that moment, I enter you, my finger quickly being swallowed whole by your body.*
So wet, and so hot. *My words come out through clenched teeth as I enjoy the way you body moves against mine, up and down, you ride my finger, I add another and you groan out. But still, I want to touch more. My lips find, once again, your puls point on your neck. I spend quite sometime lovingly licking at the rapid beating against the skin. More. My thumb snakes it way around under your pants and find your bundle of nerves. I stroke and pump and pump and stoke until finally you body tenses and you scream out.*
I got you. *I whisper in your ear while you sag against me slightly.*
Now I can go to sleep.
Goodnight
*****
"Oh my gods." B'Elanna moaned out loud. 'Who knew the ice princess has such desires, such dream, such fantasies. And who knew she could write so well.' Torres was so turned on by what she had just read that she couldn't help herself, as her hand slip into her own waistband and felt the wetness there. She gritted her teeth to bite back the groan of pleasure that threatened to escape her lips as she rubbed along her inner lips, the padd still clutched in her left hand.
Suddenly she felt another hand cover her own over the material of her pants. A second hand wrapped around her waist pulling her into the body behind her. Looking over her shoulder in shock, Torres was surprised to see Seven herself standing there.
"Seven... I'm, uh, sor..." Torres tried to squeak out but the tall blonde interrupted her.
"Don't be sorry. These were for you, my wiley cat."
The End!
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