The Ritual

Jessie Lee and Sheena Rose got dressed for the first time in all black. Stockings, lace, heavy boots, lipstick the color of dried blood. They’d planned every detail—except the last one. The secret rite they found online required flesh on flesh, mouths on wet heat. Hearts beating hard, they cleared a space on the bedroom floor, laid out black candles, then stripped each other down to skin and corset. The air smelled of wax and arousal. Jessie dropped to her knees first, tongue sliding deep between Sheena’s shaved lips, tasting the sharp, sweet slick that gathered there. Sheena gasped, fingers twisting in Jessie’s dyed-black hair, guiding her closer, hips rolling in slow, greedy circles. They switched places, took turns, legs shaking, until the final verse was satisfied and both girls came with soft, strangled cries against each other’s mouths.