Sarah, as she sat on her couch eating some icing, loving every second of it, watched some Forensic crime documentary on the digital TV. She was still dressed in her work clothes as the days off she loved were not happening at that time. She turned off the TV and set her cold hard icing down on the coffee table in front of her, feeling so worn out and had so much arousal inside of her, wanting to free herself of all that built up tension.

'I hate my job,'

She thought rather scornfully, thinking how beautiful some of her male coworkers were. She threw the remote back onto the coffee table and, in a sudden curiosity of sorts, felt her breast still wondering, looking fascinated by the thought on her face. She laid back onto her couch, not knowing what else to think about or do at that moment, she felt a deep need for something warm and sensational right then. It was something that did make her feel better some days, something she had started trying when she was young and feeling very good about it. She did not watch pornography as she knew about all the horrors of those things, thinking it was rather childish and full of idiocy that some of her long time friends were addicted to such a paedophilic monstrosity of a culture. Her parents were smart when she grew up, putting a firewall on many things on the home computer. No other parents did that she noticed and was never really exposed to much pornographic content when she was a kid, like most of her peers were in those times.

She enjoyed erotic art, something a friend of her's from the Middle East enjoyed and fooled around with. She remembered all of a sudden one of those paintings she saw one night while her and her friend were both sitting around smoking cannabis from bongs. It was a painting of two beautiful Eastern religious figures engaging in sex. She could not help how aroused that had made her feel, remembering its beauty and blissfulness as she began to feel intense. Alone, awake and full of hyperactive energy, she started to self soothe a little bit, putting a paw down onto her floric area. She breathed deeply for a moment, wondering if she should continue or go to bed right away as she was exhausted from the day's work. The painting of those ghostly and phallic spirits, however, began to arouse her beyond belief as she just could not help but start rubbing her genitalia down underneath.

She spread her legs long over the floor across the couch, wanting to let it all out. She groaned a little bit, feeling built up frustration from work, angry and cold just a little bit. She was told by her friend that thinking about some Eastern phantoms in a sexual way was blasphemy and tantamount to poison they said. Other spirits however, were centred around the Erotic and gave her a sense of pleasure thinking about the stories that were told about them in their literature. She began to rub harder, wanting to feel more of what that was, she angrily grabbed a pillow from the couch and sat right over it, beginning to rub violently. She grunted, trying to get her position right; she went through a long period of time not doing such things, all the tension in her being so exposed then to the air as she rather angrily rubbed up against the pillow trying to feel how real it is. She began to imagine some of her coworkers, the lycaon from jail and his phallic body along with that old Eastern painting that was considered sacred by many.

She was escaping into herself for a moment, not feeling humble about any second of it, cursing and swearing at her frustration as she rubbed herself onto the pillow moving over to the nearby chair. She almost knocked over a vase nearby, feeling so built up with song and fame that she felt a kind of energy she had not experienced in a while. A pound of plain boredom rushed over her as she had so much built up sexual tension, cursing some more and angrily rubbing herself, rejecting the hospital rooms for a moment.

'That boyfriend is so funny, he was so pretty, oh my.'

She thought to herself thinking about the lycaon some more. She grunted and groaned out:

'Give me some, semen in me, now!'

She said frustrated, fantasizing something dense and uncontrollable. She imagined herself with those same Eastern figures in the dark, receiving and giving to and from them. Sarah always wondered why the world could not be a more friendly place like that of Eastern parts of the world. The old Brita empired forced so much insanity on those nations, creating so many problems contrary to the Old Ways they had which often permitted release of sorts, albeit with some restrictions culturally but never anything illegal by law from the nations who followed such beliefs. Her father grew up in the middle eastern parts of the world and had far more puritanical views on the matter but never really raised her with such a mindset. It was why him and his partner wanted to get away from those parts of the world to Dart City halfway across the world, so that Sarah, their offspring, could live the Old Ways like it still tried to be in Hindustania.

She almost fell off the chair, rubbing so quickly and often violently that she did not watch herself. She grabbed her left breast, fondling it as she huffed hard trying to just let it all out.

'Oh scheißen,'

She uttered from a language she had learned for decades and had become second nature to her psyche over time.

'Bist eine große oh ja!'

She moaned rather quietly wanting to be pleased by a male, fantasizing its lustful essence. As her rear end and tail raised up a little more, feeling far more towards her climax, she began to reach down into her floric area and inserted her finger into its dripping wet protuberance.

'Ah yetzt mich anfange, ja!'

She said under her breath, cursing and swearing in that language as she was about to climax.

'Sachte meine gesicht, betrittst!'

She said quietly, gasping in her deep voice, imagining the oral sex with those angels she humped the seat feeling heavy, coarse and very innocent, almost in a trance as she moaned in ecstasy with her deep, wildly beautiful, mature voice. She then looked down a little, noticing her underwear was soaked with her flower's nature.

'Dürftigerer!'

She cursed, her orgasms taking nearly two minutes to fully stop. As that all calmed down in her head, she pulled out a sigareta from a pack of Prima cigarettes which was given to her as a gift by a friend from the Rus and lit it up with a lighter from where the lamp was. She inhaled and then blew it out into the air above her, feeling so much better now that all those tensions were gone.