Women Seeking Women #54

She leans into the dim light, fingers sliding under her skirt, already wet and aching. I watch her touch herself, slow at first, then faster, breath coming out jagged like she’s daring me to jump in. She spreads wider, showing me everything. The clock on the wall says it’s late but time means nothing when heat like this hits you straight in the gut. I move closer. My hand replaces hers and she gasps, hips bucking against my palm. She claws at my shirt, yanks me down, tells me not to be gentle. I don’t. Teeth on skin, nails dragging red lines down my back—she takes everything I give and demands more. Sweat sticks us together. The room is small, close, heavy with the sound of bodies slapping and her low filthy moans. Nothing soft about it. Just need and hunger, raw and careless. Outside the window July heat still clings to the night, but in here we’re burning hotter.