Caminah Smuts

Whipped Cream

"Yeah....faster baby." Camila held on to Dinah's shoulders as the younger woman thrusted into her, blowing her already grown out and should've been cut bangs out of her face. Camila groaned when Dinah hit a spot she knew almost too well.

Camila came after a few more thrusts, and Dinah followed soon after, her dick softening the second she pulled out then roll on to her back. Camila sighed out an 'I love you' then turned on her side.

Camila loved Dinah, she was the love of her life, her high school sweetheart. Dinah made Anthony and Emiliano, their two beautiful twin boys possible. But the truth was, their life had gone vanilla. Especially their sex life.

Sex was no longer spontaneous, it was more routine. Once a month they'd get into bed and go at it, so to speak. But not like they used to, oh no, before they were hot, electric love-struck teenagers. And now? They were vanilla, mid twenties lovers. Not that the sweet and soft sex wasn't great, because sometimes soft and slow is great. But Camila knew better than anyone, that sometimes, you just want to get your fucking hair pulled. Use toys, bite, anything, to get things going again.

It's not like it was lesbian bed death. Dinah had a dick, and boobs. How much better could things get for Camila? They could still reach climax. It just wasn't as blood pumping, screaming at the top of your lungs, back scratching orgasms. It was more the little soft sighs and the occasional murmur of a name.

Camila missed the old times, and deep down she knew Dinah did to. Just by the little unsatisfied sigh she let out when Camila turned on her side, supposedly to sleep. That sigh told her more than Dinah ever would.

Dinah was the love of her life, and Camila would give anything to feel as carefree and lustful as she once did.

Camila drifted off into a thoughtful sleep, waiting for the next day, and hopefully one just a bit more....non-vanilla.

"Honey, can you pick up the twins today?" Dinah asked Camila while she rushed around the kitchen, setting a plate of smiley faced pancakes with chocolate dotted eyes, bacon mouth and whipped cream hair, on the table for the boys. Camila rolled her eyes at the question, like she even needed to ask.

Dinah rolled her eyes right back at her wife. "I'm serious Mila, I've got 4 meetings today. I can't do it." Dinah checked her watch, and then rechecked it just to make sure she wasn't going to be late.

"Babe, slow down." Camila came up behind Dinah who was standing by the table adjusting her Bluetooth earpiece while the twins munched their bacon happily. "No need to rush." Camila's hands slid around Dinah's torso, pulling her into an embrace, kissing the tattoo on Dinah's neck that she remembered the younger girl getting 2 months into their high school relationship.

Dinah sunk bask in to Camila's arms, her neck tilting sideways a second before her phone started ringing. "Sorry Mila, I have to go." Dinah pressed a button on her earpiece, kissing both her sons' foreheads and Camila on the lips.

"I love you!" Camila called out to her wife who rushed out the door, waving distractedly at Camila while she struggled to handle her travel cup, briefcase and car keys at once.

Camila couldn't help but laugh at the ironic situation she was in. She vowed to herself that she'd let nothing with a penis be the one to go out and be the bread winner just so she could stay at home and be a house wife, yet here she was. Chauffeuring her kids around and watching her wife, with a dick, a fucking huge one at that, go off to work. But she knew there were some perks to being a stay at home mom.

Camila placed her hands on the kitchen table, watching Anthony shove the last bit of pancake in to his mouth. "Is mommy pregnant?" Anthony asked, his mouth full.