Karoti glanced down at her transmitter. It was lightweight. Through it you were able to send instant transmissions with a thought. The problem Karoti had was that she did not enjoy her girlfriend. Tango the cheetah could be very mysterious. Karoti had a very predictable schedule and maybe that's where she was losing. Who knows what Tango was doing when it's been three times she's missed date night. What is this madness, Karoti thought. Tango knew too much. They'd been dating for 4 years. What scared Karoti wasn't the fear of a breakup, she was afraid of getting too close. After Karoti's father passed away from a serious illness Karoti shut herself off.
There was the abuse from Nyanya Karoti's ex boyfriend. He would use emotional manipulation tactics to make sure he never had to work for a living. He knew he had Karoti wrapped around his finger and there nothing she could do. She was in love and she didn't have anybody else at the time. He threatened to go back to his parent's at every opportunity. Good for nothing nobody. Tango was a proud lesbian and she found Karoti, Karoti was lying in a stream letting the water rush over her wishing she would rather dead than to have to be in love with such a manipulative man. But Tango listened and she made her moves. They made out with excessive tognue right there in that stream. Intimacy with Tango felt so much better than it was with Nyanya. Tango came home with Karoti that night and they both kicked him out together and fucked right on the living room couch.
Tango already had a stable life though. Stable friends. Stable job. It felt like to Karoti there was almost no room for her. Maybe breaking up with her boyfriend was not the best idea. Karoti felt like she was drowning and Tango was her way to keep afloat. The sea was dragging her to its depths but swimming in this way she felt like she could survive. She was living. And every time her lungs felt like they were going to close full of water, Tango would come back to bring her to the swim again. The only problem is that Tango CRAVED intimacy. Sharing deep thoughts seemed to turn her on for whatever unknown reason. They would talk about the meaning of life, how they'd both gotten to this point and Tango would turn it sexual.
One time Karoti found herself curled up in fetal position and bawling her eyes after they'd fucked and talked about her father's death. How can you turn that sexual?
How does revealing your past history with drug abuse become sexual...?