Book Club Sapphic Seduction

Destiny Mira kicked back in her room, half-dressed, when the door opened. Misty Stone walked in, all bright smiles, announcing her book club was about to start. She wanted Destiny to sit in, spend some real time with her. Destiny rolled her eyes, protested, then caved with a heavy sigh and followed her down the hall. In the living room, Penny Barber and Jennifer White waited on the couch, wine glasses in hand. The book was a romance, the kind Destiny figured would put her to sleep. Then Misty began reading. One passage hit harder than the last, dripping with sweat-slick bodies and filthy promises. Destiny shifted in her seat, thighs pressing tight, nipples pushing against thin fabric. By the time Misty reached the final scene—two women grinding on silk sheets, moaning into each other’s mouths—Destiny’s breath came shallow and fast, and a wet spot darkened the crotch of her shorts. The three older women watched her with hungry eyes. They admitted they were just as turned on. Misty’s hand slid up Destiny’s leg. Penny leaned in close, voice low: why read about it when she could live it? Jennifer’s fingers teased the hem of Destiny’s top. Destiny swallowed hard. They offered her the lead role in her own filthy story—one where she didn’t have to pretend she didn’t want every second of it.