Secret Lesbian Diaries #03: Writing School

Her body still carries the summer heat as she steps in, sunlight sliding across bare shoulders. A tiny tattoo at her hip catches the light when she turns. She kisses slowly, the other woman’s lips parting to meet hers, tongue brushing in a wet, steady stroke. Their mouths stay locked while hands move lower. Fingers slip beneath the waistband and she feels the heat there, slick and ready. She sinks two fingers inside, thumb resting over the small metal ring that pierces the soft fold above. The brunette arches, moaning into the kiss. Natural breasts brush together, nipples tightening from the friction. The first woman curls her fingers, drawing another soft gasp, and they stay like that, moving in rhythm while the kiss deepens and the room fills with the wet sounds of skin on skin.