Chapter 1 – Waking Up:
The dazzling sunlight filtered through a crack in the curtains stirring the beautiful form of Imogen Drill. She opened her eyes gradually to adjust to the morning and gather her bearings. A smile slowly crept across her lips.
She had never felt so blissfully content and well rested, despite the previous night's exertions. The warmth emanating from the body snuggled closely behind her raised her feelings of elation to a whole new level. Constance Hardbroom tightened her hold around Imogen's slender waist, causing the smaller woman to be pulled even further into her partner's embrace.
This was what it was all about mused Imogen… the supposed "meaning of life" humans always seemed to be in perpetual pursuit of. Waking up in your lover's arms, she really didn't think life could get much better this. In all honesty and despite her mostly optimistic outlook on life, she had never thought such unadulterated happiness possible.
Constance's other arm was stretched out underneath Imogen's head, playing with her fingers. Imogen suddenly realised this was the exact position they'd fallen asleep in and if they'd laid like this all night, then her girlfriend would be in a huge amount of pain.
"Your arm darling!" she said with a start.
"Shhh, it is quite alright dearest", she soothed, "I cast a spell to relieve any discomfort", Constance reassured as she trailed soft kisses along Imogen's neck, encouraging her to settle back into her arms.
She would have allowed Imogen to lie on her arm all night even with the discomfort! In fact, Constance would let Imogen do practically anything she wished to her, no matter how much physical pain it caused. Constance was stunned by how submissive love had made her.
"Are you sure?" Imogen asked as she nuzzled into the object of her concern.
"I am sure my darling", Constance tenderly murmured into her hair, her warm breath and low pitched voice sending chills down Imgoen's spine.
Imogen began to feel the familiar love pains in her chest and the ache of arousal between her legs. She had more or less felt it constantly for the past seven days. It had been one week exactly since Imogen Drill and Constance Hardbroom had made their feelings known to one another. Last Saturday night was the single most important and memorable evening of both women's lives.