A girl-on-girl encounter with a dancer in her dressing room in this lesbian flash fiction.
She laid the flogger over her lap, a wooden handled instrument with a dozen short leather tails that she played with absently…
Henrietta’s thoughts often turned to what her best friend might look like with her clothes torn off and tossed into the grass.
I blushed and averted my eyes, but felt my nipples peak under her gaze. “Thank you,” I mumbled.
Cam ran her fingers along my skin and kissed the flesh at my thighs.
As their mouths opened to each other, he caught the scent of sex still lingering on his lover’s skin, mixed with a dark cologne of midnight and exotic heat.
I brushed his toned abs with a finger, watching the way the afternoon sun through the Venetian blind chopped his body: light, dark, light, dark.