I’M NOT A LESBIAN ..UNTILL HER 5

Morning light filtered through the curtains, but we hadn’t left the bed. Clara’s body was pressed against mine, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my stomach.

“Still thinking about last night?” she asked, voice husky.

“I can’t stop,” I confessed, turning to face her. “I keep feeling your fingers inside me. I’m already wet again just remembering.”

Clara smiled and pulled me into a deep kiss. This time it wasn’t gentle. Her teeth caught my lower lip, biting softly. I moaned into her mouth, the sharp pleasure making my clit throb.

“You like that?” she whispered against my lips. “When I bite you?”...