copulation b.e imagines

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Billie: Bottom 

Maggie: Top 

The city of Los Angeles never sleeps, a sprawling urban landscape where dreams and desires are often intertwined with the neon glow of its endless streets. Amidst the chaos and glamor, Maggie and Billie found themselves in a complicated dance, their lives intersecting in the most unexpected ways.

Maggie was a striking woman with dark hair that cascaded down her back and eyes that seemed to pierce through the soul. Her confidence was palpable, the kind that drew people to her effortlessly. On the other hand, Billie had the perfect contrast blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a quieter demeanor that belied a storm of emotions beneath the surface.

Their first encounter had been electric. A chance meeting at a downtown bar, where the music thumped loudly, and the drinks flowed freely. Maggie had spotted Billie from across the room, captivated by her beauty and the way she seemed almost out of place in the noisy crowd. Approaching her with a smirk, Maggie struck up a conversation, and the chemistry between them was undeniable.

It didn't take long for their flirtations to escalate. By the end of the night, they were tangled together in the back seat of Maggie's car, parked in a secluded spot away from prying eyes. The windows fogged up as their passion ignited, and for a brief moment, nothing else mattered.

Weeks turned into months, and their encounters became a regular occurrence. Every few nights, Maggie would text Billie, a simple message that hinted at the pleasure to come. Billie would always respond eagerly, their meetings a welcome escape from the mundane routines of daily life. 

For Maggie, it was thrilling and uncomplicated. She enjoyed the power she held; the way Billie would melt under her touch. She would often brag to her friends about her escapades, reveling in their admiration and envy. "Billie is amazing," she'd say, a sly grin on her lips. "She knows how to make me feel incredible. But it's just for fun, nothing serious."

What Maggie didn't realize was that Billie felt differently. Each encounter left Billie yearning for more, not just physically but emotionally. She started to fall for Maggie, her heart aching with a desire for something deeper, something real. The way Maggie would look at her, touch her, made Billie believe there was more to their relationship than just casual hookups.

On this specific night something was different, Maggie leaned back against the cool leather of her car's passenger seat, her dark eyes gleaming under the streetlights of Los Angeles. She glanced over at Billie, whose blonde hair framed her face perfectly, blue eyes shining with excitement and something deeper, something Maggie refused to acknowledge.

The city buzzed around them, a sea of neon lights and endless possibilities. They'd been doing this for months now, but it felt weird to Maggie, the stolen moments of passion, whispered secrets in the dark, bodies entwined in the cramped space of Maggie's car. It was thrilling, intoxicating, but to Maggie, it was just a casual hookup. Something to brag about to her friends, a testament to her prowess.

Billie, on the other hand, felt the sting of each passing night. She couldn't understand why Maggie kept them hidden, why their connection wasn't enough to bring them out of the shadows. It wasn't just about the physical for Billie; it was the way Maggie's laugh could brighten her darkest days, the way her touch sent shivers down her spine. She thought she meant more to Maggie than just a casual fling, and it hurt more than she'd ever let on.

Tonight was no different. Maggie had picked Billie up from a party in West Hollywood. Billie had been drinking, the edges of her perception blurred by tequila and the neon haze of the club lights. She slid into the passenger seat, her dress riding up her thighs, and Maggie's eyes darkened with desire.