Flipped Juli Novels & Stories

Cunt Worship: A Lesson in Lesbian Lust (2) And then Julie’s mouth was on her. Right where Riri needed her. Riri gasped, breath catching. “Fuck... yes.” Julie dragged her tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, slow and deliberate, pressing flat. She paused at the clit, letting her breath fan over it before flicking her tongue again. Riri’s hips bucked. Her back arched. “God—don’t stop.”

He flips it too early ; it folds in half like roadkill. “Roadkill-a-saurus,” he mutters , scraping it into the trash with genuine heartbreak on his face. Leo is on a barstool , legs swinging, narrating every disaster like a sports commentator. “That one’s a pancake monster!” “That one’s a pancake blob!” “That one’s a pancake crime!” Julian flips the next one too hard . Batter splatters across the backsplash like abstract art. He freezes, spatula mid-air, shoulders shaking. He’s laughing.

“Get up.” He caught her wrist mid-push, pulling her back into a slow, teasing kiss. “Yes ma’am.” The smell of pancakes filled the lodge kitchen. Colvin stood shirtless, gray sweats sitting low on his hips, flipping pancakes with the calm precision of a man who ran a billion-dollar company and a stovetop with the same authority. Julie leaned against the counter, trying not to stare. Trying not to look at the lines of his back. The curve of his shoulders.

Coach says without looking away from the monitor, "but about halfway through, see how he just got juked? It's like he sees them coming but can't anticipate their moves. He's definitely not giving the one hundred percent we used to see from him." "I agree completely," I say. "They're getting around him way too often. Whatever his reasons, I'm glad this Flanigan kid is a midfielder. I think we're going to need him. Not only is Shivel slowing down, he's become a real dick to work with."

Julie reached over to the push cart full of various medical instruments and held up a small thin knife, “This scalpel is made of pure silver” Julie spoke like a mentor and was pleased when Mj’s response was to tuck her legs up into a crossing position as she watched with intrigue. Julie brought the knife up to her face and made a quick slash from her cheek bone to her chin, blood immediately evacuated the fresh wound. “Fuck! Julie!” Mj yelled and started to hop off the table when Julie laughed and held up her hand “it’s alright Mj look” Julie said quickly as she pulled the swab of Mj’s saliva across the bleeding gash on her face, Mj watched as the gash began to slow the amount of blood seepi

My jaws clenched as I stared at him before unclenching my jaw and swallowing hard. “I, Prince Dominic Direken accept the good-willed order of your majesty.”

Meanwhile Reyna looked positively entertained. “You had a crush on me?” she asked, her voice softer now, more curious than teasing. Jules peeked through her fingers before muttering, “Maybe.” Reyna leaned closer immediately. “That’s adorable.” And there it was again. That look. That aggressive rich-woman flirting that somehow made Jules, usually so composed around attractive women, completely lose balance. The horrifying part? Jules was flirting back now. Actually flirting. She tilted her head slightly before smirking. “You sound very confident for someone who just got cheated on.”

Julian stroked his chin playfully as he examined her. “So you’re the one who asked my brother for an autographed photo?” Julissa eagerly nodded like a pecking chick. “That’s me! My name is Julissa!” A sly grin spread across Julian’s face. He pulled out his phone and said, “Well then, how about we take a picture together?” “Yes, please!” Julissa hadn’t expected him to be so approachable. With a quick click, they took a photo together. Then, she excitedly pulled out her own phone, and they took another picture—this time flashing peace signs.

Isla called, brushing a few stray curls from her sweaty forehead. “Ready.” We counted down together—“Three, two, one!”—and launched into a backflip sequence. The wind rushed against my skin as I twisted midair, landing on my toes with a satisfying thud. Again. And again. We laughed each time we landed, high-fiving like we’d just won Olympic gold. Then she started teasing. “You know, Evelyn, if Josh happens to be watching right now, you might just flip straight into his arms.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re delusional.”

She collapsed onto the floor, her hair disheveled, wailing loudly without the slightest concern for how she looked. “I did it all for this family! Was it wrong for me to try to save money? Are you trying to drive me to my death?” I walked over to her and slowly crouched down. “Mom, do you know why I dared to flip the table today?” I said softly. She lifted her head in confusion, her tear-filled eyes staring at me. From the pocket of my pants, I slowly pulled out a folded sheet of paper. Under the watchful gaze of everyone in the room, I carefully unfolded it.