The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 22: Jane, It’s What’s for Breakfast – Sydney I .3 – Sunday
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 22: Jane, It’s What’s for Breakfast – Sydney I .3 – Sunday - 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 Janice and I woke up alone. Janice gave me a sleepy hug and announced, “I’m starving.” I just groaned, buried her face in the pillow, and mumbled, “Shower first, then food.” That’s what we did.
Showering together woke me up. Maybe a little too much. When I tried to soap Janice’s front. She slapped my hands away and growled, “Food first, troublemaker.” We finished fast, laughing and joking the whole time. While we were drying off, Janice spotted two long silk robes hanging on the back of the bathroom door, each with a Post-it bearing our names. We slipped them on and checked ourselves out in the mirror. Gorgeous.
We padded out to the kitchen and stopped dead. Daphne had Jane pinned against the counter, kissing her like the world was ending, one hand exploring.
I cleared my throat. “I see some of us already started breakfast.”
Daphne broke the kiss just long enough to grin at us, then Kate moved in, their kiss went from hot to nuclear in two seconds flat.
When Kate finally let Jane came up for air, the were both breathing hard. Opening my robe, I quickly took a turn. Jane’s breath hitched. Janice was already right behind me. What happened next was the sexiest, silliest breakfast I’ve ever had.
Jane ended up spread out in the middle of the dining-room table like the main course. Daphne produced half a dozen jars of jam and a can of whipped cream. Robes hit the floor. For the next hour we painted Jane with strawberry, raspberry, and apricot, sprayed whipped cream in strategic places, and licked it all off. There always seemed to be at least one of us paying attention to Jane’s most sensitive spot. She thrashed, moaned, laughed, and begged in no particular order. Soon all our faces and chests were smeared with jam and cream too. Every time we caught each other’s eye we cracked up.
A few weeks ago I was a normal girl eating cereal at my parents’ kitchen table before heading to high school. Today I’m licking strawberry jam off a cop’s stomach while five other women turn her into a human dessert. What on earth has happened to my life? I thought this while laughing at the absurd situation.
Eventually Jane ran out of thrashing energy. To say she came to several screaming climaxes would be an understatement. I’m claiming at least one of those screams as mine, and I’m proud of it.
After Jane finally went limp, Janice and I turned as one and looked at Rachel. Her breasts were absolutely glazed with jam. Rachel saw the evil grins, squeaked, and put up exactly two seconds of fake protest before we plopped her into a chair.
At one point Rachel climaxed and pressed my face hard against her left boob—I honestly thought she might smother me. When she finally let go, there was a perfect imprint of my face in strawberry jam. I pointed; Janice looked up, saw it, and fell backward laughing hysterically. That’s when I noticed Daphne, Kate and Jane were gone.
Still laughing, sticky, and half delirious, we migrated to the bathroom just off the middle bedroom—it had a good-sized shower. The three of us fit easily. I have no idea how much hot water we used. It took forever to get ourselves clean. Plus, Rachel insisted on returning the favor to both Janice and me before we left the shower. It was worth every gallon of water.
The moment we were out of the shower, Daphne told the three of us to dress for church. That took me by surprise. At the mention of church, a flash of something familiar shot through my mind. I couldn’t quite remember. What happened next shocked me and drove the thought right out of my head. Daphne said our clothes were laid out on the bed, and sure enough, there were three sets waiting for us. More than that, there were undergarments. I could tell which was mine. I had the smallest bust after all. How Daphne could size me up perfectly, I don’t know.
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