Scrape. Scrape. Katie felt herself rubbing back and forth relentlessly over the hard insole of Amara’s boot. With every footfall, Priya’s weight impacted down, stretching the skin of her foot and slamming Katie down and forward. The insoles were completely coated with a (relative) inch deep of sweat. It was not unlike being forcibly pushed down the world’s most humiliating, dehumanizing, depraved slip and slide. Slam down – -stretch - slide forward – splash through foot sweat – lift back and...

Katie had temporarily zoned out when the enormous warm, damp mass pressed against her shifted suddenly after an extended pause. That mass was Priya’s left butt cheek. Moments ago, Priya had finished taking a shower and was currently wrapped in a towel, air-drying off, as she kneeled at her bedside. Scrolling through Facebook on her laptop situated on her bed, a random meme made her laugh and lose her balance slightly. Katie wanted nothing more than to lose consciousness, hopefully forever,...

Katie was currently pressed firmly against the inner part of Priya’s left thigh. Priya was sitting, legs crossed, on her couch, wearing running shorts and a t-shirt. Apparently, it was her day off, and she was spending her afternoon lounging around. Katie’s “body” temperature rose the longer she was pressed against the smooth skin of Priya’s thigh. Occasionally, Priya would wiggle and bounce her right foot, obvious that she was sensually rubbing Katie up and down. That is, if she even...