Lesbian dream

Charlene melts for anything sugary. She took my bonbons first. I gave her candy-sweet kisses instead. She lingered on them—her tongue played mine, slow and shameless, until neither of us bothered keeping score. Her hands drifted lower, learning the quiet places she could press until I shivered, while my own fingers found the warm crease of her inner thigh and stayed there, stroking in lazy circles. We mapped one another’s small frames with the greed of tourists who already know they’ll return.