The Subject of Her Desire

Lisa Pinelli touches herself with slow, certain strokes. She pictures Eyla’s tiny frame slipping into the room—moon-pale skin, soft hair brushing her shoulders. Eyla straddles her thigh, fingers sliding between Lisa’s folds, pressing deep until Lisa’s hips lift. The younger woman licks and sucks at Lisa’s nipples, then settles between her legs, tongue working tight circles until Lisa comes hard, thighs trembling around Eyla’s head.