Lesbian

We were alone in the office at seven. By ten Camila was leaning against a shelf in the archive and I couldn’t think about the client anymore.

On the first day of class she sat next to me smelling of vanilla. I had no idea that girl would completely change the way I understood desire.

We always slept in the same bed and told each other everything. That night, with a little too much wine, Renata took my face and kissed me like never before.

I looked down and saw her hand resting on my thigh. We’d been friends for five years, but that night, after the second glass of vodka, everything changed in an instant.

I’d been traveling for twenty hours with one thought: back in their arms. I never imagined that reunion would force me to cross a line I’d sworn never to cross.

She wore the tightest yellow dress in her closet and her head was full of arguments against that woman. An hour later, she didn’t know if she hated her or wanted her.

At that hour we all seemed more beautiful, and nobody wanted to go home. Mila opened the door to her room, and none of us imagined how the night would end.

I went upstairs still carrying the smell of the hospital on my skin. The half-open door, the warm light, her silk nightgown. No words were needed: I already knew how the night would end.

When I asked for a full waxing, she arched a brow and her smile stopped being professional. The wax and her fingers soon became one.

I was married and alone at the town festival when my two exes showed up the same night. First they hated each other. Then they decided to share me until dawn.

When I opened the door wrapped in a towel, she came in without letting me speak. She wasn’t the guy my friend was expecting or the plan my head had imagined.

I tied the blindfold on carefully and told her to just feel. She had no idea someone else was waiting behind the curtain for her turn.

Lorena opened the suitcase to help put away the clothes and found the toys. Her new cook watched from the doorway, not a trace of shame on her face.

Three glasses of wine, warm water, and a nineteen-year-old redhead who still didn’t know that night would make her more than just the house cook.

I thought I had only gone to open the door, but that night she came into my room with me and whispered that she was going to make me lose my mind.

I was twenty and thought I understood my desires—until my mother-in-law opened that album and showed me who she had been. That night I turned off the light and understood everything.

I’d spent the whole morning imagining being caught. I didn’t expect it to be the professor I’d been thinking forbidden things about for months.

The first time someone called me warrior, something inside me straightened. But it was her hand at my waist, by the fire, that finally lit me up.

I handed her a blouse one size too small without telling her why. When I heard her muffled cry from the fitting room, I knew I was going in and I wouldn't come out the same.

I met her on a reading app. Black-haired, tall, intimidating. I agreed to be her submissive because I never believed a woman like her would look at me twice.