My First Taste of Her: A Devouring Lesbian Awakening
Her apartment in central Périgueux. Sun filters through lace curtains. Smell of fresh-cooked feast hits…
Her apartment in central Périgueux. Sun filters through lace curtains. Smell of fresh-cooked feast hits…
Water scalds. Steam chokes the air. My bathroom, L-shaped shower wide enough for sins. Azura…
The air thickens, electric. Lola skips along the path, her blonde hair whipping wild, frilly…
Office air thickens. Heart hammers against ribs. Paul's orders cling to skin: no panties, no…
The desert garage baked under the crushing afternoon sun. Air thick, unbreathable. Sweat poured down…
Deep in the forest, by the low cement base of an abandoned reservoir. Mud caked…
The Green Salon pulsed with hushed light, far from the coronation ball's roar. Her note…
Vodka burns my throat. Heart hammers. Couch sticks to my bare thighs under tight 501s.…
Sweat beads on my forehead. The monastery high fades. I park the Mercedes crooked on…
Coffee burns my tongue. Thoughts devour me. She's in the basement, spent from our night.…