Semua Bab Sapphic Desires: A Steamy W/W Erotic Collection : Bab 1 - Bab 10

I had decided a long time ago that I was finally done with relationships. Fuck! They don't favor me. It's either I'm being played, cheated on, or seen as garbage.“This can't work between us, El. You can't even stay long when I fuck you.” Those were the exact words I got from all my exes. I always wanted to take time to explore my body secretly and play the good girl my dad wanted me to be. My dad had no idea what kind of daughter he had. Anyways, I never felt good having sex with any guy.Stacy had always told me how satisfying it was being sucked and fucked by her boyfriend and how she enjoyed every bit of it, cuming all over.No more relationships. I said, sliding out my phone from my pocket. The screen glared at me as I gently scrolled through the gallery. There were several pictures and videos I had taken with James—the last guy I broke up with.“El!" My dad's voice roared from downstairs pulling me out of grieviance. My hands hovered around my phone, anger showing over me. Del

If I had the opportunity of coming back to life again, I would still choose to be a girl. I obsess over the clits between the two legs of anyone under a skirt. Judge me all you want but It felt satisfying.It was almost time for my final college exams, and I've always had this long time crush on my teacher—Ms Ava. I remembered how she would walk into class wearing those tight button-up shirts that clung to her full breasts, the thin fabric stretching across her curves with the top buttons undone, teasing a glimpse of lace and soft cleavage. I sat in the front row, staring lustfully every single day, my eyes tracing the way the material hugged her waist and strained with each breath. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to rip that shirt open, pin her to the desk, and fuck her hard until she moaned my name.The crush consumed me because she was a woman, and I had long known I preferred fucking girls. Boys weren't my preference, but a girl's body tasted so much better—sweeter, warmer, more

I stepped into the familiar foyer of Sarah’s house, my bag slung over my shoulder, the summer heat still clinging to my skin. Sarah was already stepping up the stairs, chattering about our plans for the week—movies, late-night snacks, maybe sneaking some wine from her mom’s cellar. But my eyes kept drifting to the kitchen doorway where she stood.Elena. Sarah’s mother. Recently divorced, and it showed in the way she carried herself now—like a woman finally free. She was voluptuous in every sense: full, heavy breasts straining against a thin white tank top, wide hips that swayed with natural confidence as she wiped her hands on a dish towel. Her dark hair cascaded over one shoulder, and when she smiled at me, those full lips curved in a way that made something low in my belly tighten.“Ivy, sweetheart,” she said, her voice warm and a little husky. “It’s so good to have you here. Sarah’s been talking nonstop about this week.”She pulled me into a hug. Her body pressed against mine—soft,

The dorm room felt like a cage from the moment I moved in. Alex had already staked her claim on the left side with her loud queer punk posters and that confident, dominant energy that radiated off her like heat. She was tall, athletic from rugby, with short dark hair and zero fucks given about being openly lesbian. I, on the other hand, was just trying to survive college as the straight girl I’d always told everyone I was—curious at most, but definitely not into her.Our fights escalated quickly. Dirty laundry, loud music, passive-aggressive notes. By mid-semester, the tension was suffocating.That Thursday night, it finally exploded.“You’re such a fucking slob!” Alex snarled, knocking my laundry basket off the desk.I shoved her hard, chest heaving. “Then stop acting like you own the place, you controlling dyke—”The word barely left my mouth before she grabbed the front of my hoodie and slammed me against the wall. Our bodies collided, breathing ragged. The air crackled with pure r

The next two days were a whirlwind of meetings and stolen glances. I performed flawlessly, bolstered by her approval and touch. Every eye contact across the table sent a throb through me. Her dominance showed subtly: a hand on my lower back, a whispered command in the elevator.On the third night, after securing the partnership, she arranged a private celebration in the penthouse. Champagne flowed, but the real intoxication was in her gaze.“Strip for me,” she ordered the moment the door closed.My hands shook as I removed my attire piece by piece, standing naked. She circled me slowly, still dressed, trailing fingers over my breasts, down my stomach, teasing.“On your knees.”I dropped instantly. She unzipped her pants, revealing damp black silk panties. She guided my mouth to her, fucking my face with controlled thrusts. “Good girl. Such an eager little slut for your CEO.”I moaned around her, tongue working furiously. She came quickly, flooding my mouth. Then she pulled me up, bend