Celeste was the third. We met one night at a club—the kind of place where the bass shakes the floor, and conversations are drowned out by the pounding music. Before that moment, I had been making my rounds, picking up girls, and kissing a total of six by the time I was exhausted and needed a break. Each kiss felt like a small victory, but after the sixth, I stepped outside for some air. That's when I saw Celeste.
Something about her caught my eye, or maybe it was just my exhaustion, but I felt compelled to approach her. We started talking, our voices barely audible over the distant thumping of the music. We exchanged contacts by following each other on Instagram, and that's when we realized we had a mutual connection—Lila.
"Who's that?" she asked.
"Just a one-night stand," I replied casually. "What about you?"
Her expression shifted. "She's my ex-girlfriend."
My jaw dropped. Was Singapore really that small? As we locked eyes, I could feel the sexual tension building between us. If I was feeling it, I was sure she was too. The energy between us shifted, crackling in the air like an unspoken promise.
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From Singapore to the World: A Journey of Lesbian Love Across The Globe
RomanceThis is my personal story-an unfiltered and raw memoir that takes you along on my journey through love, lust, heartbreak, and self-discovery. It's about navigating relationships as a Singaporean woman exploring her identity in a world where every ci...
