The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 11: Janice Gets Religion – Kate II .2 – Sunday+C
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 11: Janice Gets Religion – Kate II .2 – Sunday+C - A controlled corporate attorney wakes tied to her own bed by a naked stranger who knows her name and claims it’s “for your own good.” The young woman has been quietly tangled in her life for months—leaving signs, steering events, and creating a strange current between them. What follows is a tense night of revelations about the firm, the last six months, and unsettling supernatural abilities. Dry, first-person, focused on the emotional shift more than explicit detail.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female First Masturbation Oral Sex
The next morning, I found myself spooning Janice under the covers. Daphne was already up, as usual. The moment I stirred, Janice shifted, stretching her arm and letting out a small sigh. I rolled onto my back, stretched, and said, “Good morning.”
“Morning,” she replied.
Janice slid out of bed and announced she needed a shower. I told her to get the water warm — I’d join her. She laughed and said she was showering alone; her body needed a break. I told her I knew exactly what she meant.
“I don’t trust you,” she shot back. “I’m locking the bathroom door.”
I laughed and told her I’d threatened Daphne with the exact same thing — and that Daphne had all the locks removed from the interior doors. Her face fell — until she reached the bathroom door and found the lock still there, perfectly intact.
“How scary is it that I actually believed that?” she called back.
I was still laughing as I slid out of bed. Daphne, standing in the doorway, said, “There might be locks on the doors. I have keys.” I grabbed my robe as the shower started. Janice, predictably, hadn’t shut the door — let alone locked it.
Daphne told me coffee was ready and she’d feed us once I showered and dressed. By now I knew exactly what that meant: it was Sunday, church started in a couple of hours, and we always rose early on church mornings. I asked about Janice — this was her first Sunday with us. Daphne said a dress and everything else were already laid out for her in the other room.
I went for coffee, then carried it back to the bedroom, where Janice had finished showering and Daphne was laying out clothes for me — a new dress, simple but beautiful, paired with undergarments that always struck me as a little too sexy for church. I wondered if Janice’s would match.
When Janice emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around her, Daphne gave her the same instructions: coffee, get dressed, eat, then church. Janice looked briefly confused, then said, “No, thanks.”
I started laughing on my way to the shower. Over my shoulder, I caught her eye. Without a word, she nodded — relenting.
Janice’s dress turned out to be much like mine, hers off-white with a small floral print. I had to explain the mantilla; she admitted she hadn’t been raised Catholic. Daphne, walking us out the door, said she hadn’t either — but she knew the secret handshake, and would teach it to her on the way.
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