Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sapphic Desires: A Steamy W/W Erotic Collection : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

I had decided a long time ago that I was finally done with relationships. Fuck! They don't favor me. It's either I'm being played, cheated on, or seen as garbage.“This can't work between us, El. You can't even stay long when I fuck you.” Those were the exact words I got from all my exes. I always wanted to take time to explore my body secretly and play the good girl my dad wanted me to be. My dad had no idea what kind of daughter he had. Anyways, I never felt good having sex with any guy.Stacy had always told me how satisfying it was being sucked and fucked by her boyfriend and how she enjoyed every bit of it, cuming all over.No more relationships. I said, sliding out my phone from my pocket. The screen glared at me as I gently scrolled through the gallery. There were several pictures and videos I had taken with James—the last guy I broke up with.“El!" My dad's voice roared from downstairs pulling me out of grieviance. My hands hovered around my phone, anger showing over me. Del

If I had the opportunity of coming back to life again, I would still choose to be a girl. I obsess over the clits between the two legs of anyone under a skirt. Judge me all you want but It felt satisfying.It was almost time for my final college exams, and I've always had this long time crush on my teacher—Ms Ava. I remembered how she would walk into class wearing those tight button-up shirts that clung to her full breasts, the thin fabric stretching across her curves with the top buttons undone, teasing a glimpse of lace and soft cleavage. I sat in the front row, staring lustfully every single day, my eyes tracing the way the material hugged her waist and strained with each breath. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to rip that shirt open, pin her to the desk, and fuck her hard until she moaned my name.The crush consumed me because she was a woman, and I had long known I preferred fucking girls. Boys weren't my preference, but a girl's body tasted so much better—sweeter, warmer, more

I stepped into the familiar foyer of Sarah’s house, my bag slung over my shoulder, the summer heat still clinging to my skin. Sarah was already stepping up the stairs, chattering about our plans for the week—movies, late-night snacks, maybe sneaking some wine from her mom’s cellar. But my eyes kept drifting to the kitchen doorway where she stood.Elena. Sarah’s mother. Recently divorced, and it showed in the way she carried herself now—like a woman finally free. She was voluptuous in every sense: full, heavy breasts straining against a thin white tank top, wide hips that swayed with natural confidence as she wiped her hands on a dish towel. Her dark hair cascaded over one shoulder, and when she smiled at me, those full lips curved in a way that made something low in my belly tighten.“Ivy, sweetheart,” she said, her voice warm and a little husky. “It’s so good to have you here. Sarah’s been talking nonstop about this week.”She pulled me into a hug. Her body pressed against mine—soft,