Her Lips Cool
- May 1
- 4 min read
Updated: May 12
Just the Sex by B.C. James
This story contains: her and her, queer, vampire, strangers, public place, BDSM/kink, cunnilingus
A cool breath of air curls beneath the table and between my thighs, soothing my flushed skin. I cross my legs—I’m not getting aroused in a restaurant called Coffin.
“Why did you make me wear this stupid dress?” I ask Jim.
His eyes sparkle in the candlelight. “Had to bait the hook.”
“If this is a setup—”
Our server clears her throat.
Holy fuck, there’s no way she was standing there a second ago—I’d have noticed this perfect porcelain sculpture with raven hair and black eyes. The woman radiates presence. If we stood together, her mouth would only be level with my breasts. . . yet she looms.
My legs uncross themselves.
I frown and cross them again. “What’s your special?”
Her eyes are a cool, silent abyss.
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