The bottle popped, the noise echoing in the dim room. Jenna set the cork down and pulled her laptop close to the edge of the mattress. Navigating the browser to her target, she willed her teeth to stop grinding. Iva’s upload looked as wonderful today as when she first found it years ago. Three nude women faced away from the camera, standing on tiptoes, each no taller than the woman reclining on the right side of the collage.
Moaning to herself while trembling in the dim light, she lifted the tincture to her lips. Juniper, liquorice, salt, copper and a squirt of lemon assaulted her mouth. Wincing, the brunette tried to swallow while avoiding as much of her tongue as possible. Setting the bottle down beside the computer, she wiped her lips with her wrist.
Time seemed to still, slowing as the potion coated her throat and stomach. It seeped into her, spreading all over inside to out. Giggling, she felt warmth radiating out from her core. The sensation was familiar: evoking memories of bubbles of champagne rising in flutes, popping and tickling her lip as she drank at functions the world over.
After a minute, things seemed to sink. Spreading her feet slightly, she felt a weight pulling her down. Every inch of skin tingling and popping with excitement. Jenna’s hands roamed her body, trailing ecstasy in each teased follicle and pore.
Her pants shifted as she ran her hands along her thighs, slipping off her hip. The hem of her shirt drifted downwards as the potion worked it's magic.
The image on her screen rose, lifting Jenna’s chin as she nibbled on her lower lip. Her muscles contracting and pulsing as she fidgeted on the floor. Cool air rushed over her thighs as her pants pooled at her feet. The warm folds of cloth pulling away from her ankles as her feet shrank further.
Tweaking her nipples Jenna cooed, her voice peaking and rising with each centimetre lost. Suddenly, her vision blanched. Rolling her palm across her mound as she gasped in the silent room. Rolling forward, she felt her head press against the mattress.
Gasping and catching her breath, her thighs quivering and shaking as she tried to recover. After a minute, she straightened and looked around the room. Her bed taller than herself now, computer almost out of reach.
“Oh god…” She whispered, shakily moving closer to the mattress. “I hope I can climb this thing…” Grinning, Jenna’s chest heaved. “I gotta thank Maisie, this is a game changer.”