Pleasure

Alessandra had had more than her fair share of pleasure. She was the epitome of hedonism, but even her critics were saying her latest artwork was like nothing she had ever done before.

The piece had been done for a charity show, she was getting nothing for it but it would donate to a plethora of causes she felt very strongly about.

So when Candida asked her to do the show, and told her the theme was minimalism she was game.

“Following along with the theme of the show, Wagnall still manages her signature lushness but at the same time shows a restraint never seen before from her and shows the full range of the artist’s infinite talent and technique,” Candida read with a smile and Alessandra just stared at her painting until it was a blur.

On the blurry canvas, she remembered the night that she came home and all the pleasure had seeped from her. Nothing had been the same since that night. She had come home with Eliza, and it still stung so sharp.

That night, she remembered Eliza waiting outside of the bathroom–she thought for her. She had put her lipstick on so carefully because she was so aroused. The lipstick on her lips made her think of Eliza’s pussy on her lips. Alessandra had been certain that she was finally going to taste her that night. How desperate she had been for her and when Eliza told her she was not going to be her experiment. Is that all that she had been to her was an experiment? Someone to toy with and not to be loved?

Alessandra had not expected to fall in love with Eliza. She had been dating Oscar, and she had a distinct feeling that Eliza did not even like her. But they had become friends, close friends and she had fallen in love and there was nothing to fill her after Eliza told her that they would not be together.

“Alessandra, that is a rave review baby, aren’t you happy? There is going to be a huge party here tonight!” Candida gushed.

“Can I see the guest list?” Alessandra asked, pulled out of her trance.

Candida handed her the guest list, and she scanned it.

“Eliza Morton,” she said as a whisper but she was sure it was louder than she thought. Candida stared at her as she put the list down and bit her lip.

She pulled her red lipstick out of her purse and applied it.

Carefully.

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