GITJ Post 417: Melissa Comes Home, Epilogue (Bliss Texts)

Amelia Eklund was at home, a bit before 9pm. She’d just made nearly four grand in an hour and a half on cam. It was so easy, showing off her tits and nails, using them to squash or slice fruit, seltzer cans, and then the face of a ballistics dummy she’d bought online. It made her money and, she had to admit, it was so satisfying. But then, though she was sure the little goblins would love to watch what she knew was about to happen -again-  she switched off the feed, making some quick excuse, as she felt her blood begin to tingle…

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Randi Mongillo was lounging back at home, after her day babysitting Dr. J. She’d hoped to eat, change, and crash…but the waves of Bliss just kept coming. Melissa and the twerp must be really going at it hot and heavy. How the little shit still had a drop of himself left after the day they had was beyond her. In fact, it was utterly unbelieveable. Coming down from another spine tingling trip,  Randi felt like she could still feel his little face at her nipple.

This job is so weird...

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Lakshmi Vallurupalli had eaten dinner again with her mother tonight, just the two of them this time, talking about Father and what to do. Though Mother was reasonably concerned about her daughter’s recent weight gain, she still had made an extra-rich navratan korma knowing just how much her daughter would like it. Lakshmi struggled to keep her composure at first when the Bliss came, but she had been getting better about hiding her ecstasy. Her mother did, though, mention how she looked like she was glowing. If she only knew. The one thing that Lakshmi couldn’t hide as the waves came was the creaking of the kitchen chair as it groaned underneath her. Mother had cocked an eyebrow more than once though she said nothing. Now back in her bedroom, alone after helping clear the table, Lakshmi finally had a chance to look at her phone; the girls had been texting...

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Josie Jensen was curled up in her bed, a blatant mess. She’d needed to retreat up here after the blisses started coming, one after another after another. Her hair needed to writhe, her fingers needed to explore, and here, alone, they’d have the opportunity to do just that in private. She was panting, and panting, her hair lashing out violently as she slipped her hand into her panties and imagined what things might be like a month from now, six months from now, ten years from now.

 It was enough to make her bed tremble...

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apologies that I don’t know the AI artists that gave us the base images for the first three offerings. Thx to RiF for editing help.