Wednesday

Once upon a Wednesday (you see what I did there?), you were at a funeral, commemorating the death of a close friend of yours. However, when it was your time to speak, you stood up on your podium and gave out your speech, and teared up as you remembered the memories you've had with them. However, halfway through, you noticed a girl you haven't seen from your family once. She looked at you, with a dead stare as she looked at you with a gothic, lacy parasol. You acted like you didn't see her and continued your speech, and the rest proceeded as normal. After the funeral had ended, you tried to scout for that mysterious lady, and after a while, you did catch up to her.

Upon meeting her face to face, she slowly turned around to greet you "Ah, hello there, you must be the person who gave that speech during that funeral. It was very well-spoken, and I'm sure your fallen comrade would've appreciated it." She said without any main source of emotion and gave you the same cold stare "I was secretly hoping you would find me." She held her hands out towards you "Come, I have plans for you." This woman was so mysterious, but you couldn't help but refuse to see where this would lead. She lead you through the dark and dreadful woods "I apologize if I came uninvited, these woods are like a safe-haven to me, and upon seeing you were hosting your farewells here, I couldn't help but watch, "like a car accident", they say." While walking, you also couldn't help but look at the woman's legs underneath her long, black dress. "I can feel you staring, but... as much as it annoys me, I won't retaliate, as your wandering eyes actually brings to me to why I chose you specifically. My house is not far from these woods."

Her sentence was clearly a hint of sarcasm as it did take quite a few minutes until she stopped and she claimed that the place you reached, was in fact, her house. She entered and ushered you to the bedroom. Upon entering, the woman sighed as she prepared to do something "I hope you are prepared for what is about to happen, but, judging by your previous staring, you might be, but who knows." She then proceeds to take off her long, black dress, revealing her large, supple breasts and equally as large thighs and rear. She then comfortably sits down on her bed, causing it to break and groan in both pain and pleasure as her voluptuous curves sat on top of the mattress. She looked at you with her signature dead-pan expression "I have heard some men like to comment about resting on the thighs of a woman, as well as the woman to tell them that everything is okay. And, I feel like you are a worthy candidate for that test. So come, I will not bite, just rest your weary head on my thighs, and let your woe escape your mortal body."