บททั้งหมดของ Sapphic Desires: A Steamy W/W Erotic Collection : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The soft glow of the café lights caught the edge of her smile as she stirred her coffee, and I knew right then I was in trouble. My name is Elena, thirty-two, and I had come to this quiet corner place on a rainy Thursday simply to escape the noise of my apartment and the unfinished manuscript waiting on my desk. I was not looking for anything.I was not even particularly lonely. Yet when she walked in, shook the rain from her dark hair, and ordered a black coffee in a voice that carried just enough warmth to make the barista smile, something in me shifted.She sat two tables away. I tried not to stare. Her coat was charcoal, her boots still damp, and she pulled a slim notebook from her bag the way people do when they intend to stay a while. I returned to my own pages, pretending the words mattered more than the way her fingers moved across the paper. Every few minutes I glanced up. Once our eyes met. She did not look away immediately. The second time she gave a small, almost private s

"I can't believe you actually showed up," I said, watching her across the small table as she stirred her coffee with slow, deliberate circles. "After last week I figured you'd ghost me for good."Lila looked up, her dark eyes catching the low light of the cafe. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "I almost did. But then I kept thinking about what you said. About how we've been dancing around this for months."I felt heat climb the back of my neck. My fingers tightened around the warm mug. "I meant it. Every word. Watching you laugh with that girl at the party last Saturday made something snap. I realized I was done pretending I only wanted friendship."She set the spoon down and leaned forward, elbows on the table. The scent of her perfume, something soft and citrus, drifted toward me. "You were jealous.""Yes," I admitted. "Ridiculously. I wanted to walk over, take your hand, and tell her you were already spoken for. Even though you weren't. Not officially."Lila's gaze

"I can't believe you actually showed up," Lena said the moment I stepped through her apartment door, her voice low and warm like she had been waiting all evening for this exact second.I closed the door behind me and leaned back against it for a moment, taking her in. She looked different from the last time we had seen each other three years ago. Softer around the edges but sharper in the eyes. Her dark hair was longer, falling past her shoulders in loose waves, and she wore a simple black tank top that clung to her in ways that made my mouth go dry. The apartment smelled like vanilla and something faintly citrus, the lights dimmed to a golden glow that left shadows pooling in the corners of the living room."I said I would," I answered, my own voice quieter than I meant it to be. "You know I never break a promise to you."She smiled at that, a small private curve of her lips that I remembered too well. "Come here."I crossed the short distance between us. When she pulled me into a hu

I want you to shut up and sit on my face until I drown in that wet cunt of yours. Don’t you dare hold back. Grind down hard, smother me, make me choke on your juices while I tonguefuck that swollen clit until you scream.Those were the first words out of her mouth when the elevator doors closed. No hello. No small talk. Just that low, filthy command delivered while her hand was already shoved between my thighs, cupping me through the thin fabric of my dress.My name is Lena. I’m thirty-two, and until that night I had never let another woman touch me. I had thought about it. Fantasized in the dark with my fingers working slow circles over my clit while I imagined soft mouths and softer curves. But I had never acted. Then she walked into the rooftop bar like she owned the air around her.Tall. Sharp black dress that clung to every inch of her. Dark hair falling in a sleek wave past her shoulders. Eyes that looked at me like she already knew what I tasted like. She ordered a whiskey neat

I woke up the next morning tangled in the sheets with her arm still draped heavy across my waist. The sunlight cut across the bed and lit the dried streaks of our mess on my thighs. My cunt was sore in the best way, swollen and sticky from everything she had done to me the night before. She stirred when I shifted, then pressed her mouth to the back of my neck.“Morning, slut,” she murmured, voice still thick with sleep. “Feel that ache between your legs? That’s from your stepmom owning this cunt all night. Don’t even think about getting out of bed yet.”I pushed my ass back against her and felt her already wet. “You’re already dripping on me. Filthy.”“And you’re going to clean it up.” She rolled me onto my back and straddled my chest, knees pinning my arms. Her cunt hovered right above my mouth, glistening. “Open. Breakfast first.”I opened and she lowered herself onto my tongue. The taste of her overnight musk hit me hard. I licked slow at first, dragging through her folds, then sea