1-I Kissed A Girl(Custom)⚠️

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Warnings:Got number 27❗👁👄👁 bouta be sum next level shiSam, don't judge me💀 cuz I know you gonna comment sum shi on here

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Got number 27

👁👄👁 bouta be sum next level shi
Sam, don't judge me💀 cuz I know you gonna comment sum shi on here.

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Navene[Nuh-Veen](Love this name)~Dom [also she mainly based offa scar from the lion king]
Amy~ Sub
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Amy's Pov

"Fuck yes! Faster!"

Well. You're probably wondering, what the fuck is going on here Amy?

I'm having a dream.

About fucking Tim's best friend, her names Navene and I met her a few times last week.

She's tall, I'd say about 6'2('bout 189 CM), definitely on the buffer side, broad shoulders, thick biceps. She has large hands, all I know of her arms and back are littered with tattoos, along with a single large chest branch that connects to a bicep sleeve, from what she's said only nipple piercings and a few ear along with her lip and eyebrow.
Shoulder length hair but quite thick and wavy, green eyes, lip scars, eye scars then a simple eyebrow slit.

Sounds like a stereotypical lesbian.
Completely.

Now think about me, I definitely do not look like one. Hell I only got one tattoo and it's simple while she's fucking decorated.

God her voice too...hits different, deep and raspy, charming so persuading.

That's how she persuaded me to take a dare to make out with her for 10 minutes. Been thinking about it ever since, and now here I am having a wet dream about her fucking me with a strap on.
Yes. My vanilla ass legitimately watched lesbian porn to see if I was actually bisexual.

I think I am.

'Cause that shit was hot.

But I learned a ton of fucking stuff in just one night that I didn't even know existed.

Man, I knew a strap existed but not that strap. Only a fucking glock.

But now here I am, sleeping in the same room as her, at her house, in her clothes because I got drunk as fuck, and now I'm having a sex dream about her.
I wanna make a move but maybe I shouldn't. I know she's gay as hell but still, I'm scared.
But also she'd be great to connect with, and experiment with, not just as y'know to see if I'm bisexual. Like, maybe she can show me a few kinks I've seen that I've liked the idea of.
I soon feel someone shaking me and I quickly sit up first noticing how sweaty I am, "Fuck what?" I gasp softly, "Damn, calm down is just me, ma..." She chuckles, I look around the pitch black room, "What the fuck do you want, bitch?" I hiss, "I was sleeping."

"Well, you were talkin' in your sleep. And don't fuckin' speak to me like that you got it?" She whispers, I could feel a presence even closer to my cheek, I squeeze my legs together, "I-I was...?" I mumble, "Mhm...,"

"And I'll gladly make that dream come true if you'd like."

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