Short I know, tell me if you want more.
She sat in the window seal of the hotel room smoking a cigarette and sipping a glass of firewhiskey. She looked over at the bed and saw the sleeping form of the stranger she had picked up in town to try and fill this void that was left inside of her. Hermione knew what she was doing was wrong and knew she needed to stop but it was the only way she ever felt anything. When she could feel them inside of her thrusting inside, she would dream of her true love was the one making love to her again.
"OOHH…Merlin Minerva, how is it that you make me feel this way" moaned Hermione? Minerva had her pinned up against the wall with Hermione's legs wrapped around Minerva's waste.
"That my dear is a McGonagall secret", said Minerva in Hermione's eye. Minerva slowly slid her hand down to the hem of Hermione's skirt where she rubbed the top of her thigh. This made Hermione moan low in her the back of her throat.
"God woman..touch me already before I faint from this torture."
"With pleasure my love", husked Minerva. Finally she rubbed her hand up and down the length of Hermione' sex over her underwear, which cause the most pleasurable pressure. Her hand went under Hermione's panties to rub the swollen nub.
"Merlin Min..ohhh" moaned Hermione into Minerva's ear.
She was brought out of her day dream by the rustle of the bed sheets.
"Hey there beautiful why don't you come back to bed" said the stranger.
And so Hermione went to the stranger to try and fill the void.
