Every Word

Just the Sex by Haven Valentin 

822 words

This story contains: her and her, queer, contemporary romance, madly in love, couple, self-pleasure, exhibitionism/Voyeurisms, toys, sub/dom, femdom, BDSM/kink

Jodie whimpered as she studied herself in the mirror.

Naked but for a pair of lacy panties, low-waisted and flimsy enough that she could see her swollen lips soaking the silk. Her eyes skated up over her abdomen—striped with elegant, silver stretch marks—to her breasts: soft and dimpled C-cups with nipples like dark cherries.

Not ten minutes ago she had been letting herself in from work. Hair swept up in an impeccable chignon. Feet sore from hours trapped in heels. Now, her tailored suit lay rumpled on the carpet, her hair fell loose about her shoulders, and she looked like a vixen kneeling on the bed, grinding into the pillow stuffed between her legs.

“How does that feel?” Angelica asked her over the phone, which she had put on speaker on the dresser. She was calling from her business trip in Italy, a thousand miles away. It would be another week before they were reunited. Until then, her voice was Jodie’s only solace: this was their game.

“Perfect,” Jodie answered breathily, rocking against the pillow’s seam. “But I want more.”

Angelica chuckled. “Do you, now?”

“Mm, yes. I want you here. I want your hands on me. I want to kiss you. I want—”

“Poor little thing,” her girlfriend cut her off. “All alone and helpless, without me there to make you come. It’s going to be a long week, isn’t it?”

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