Midnight Hookup
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  • Reads 260
  • Votes 5
  • Parts 5
  • Time 1h 10m
Ongoing, First published Nov 29, 2023
Mature
*GxG smut warning*
After a breakup, Elora goes looking for a rebound.  She meets Cass, a bartender who catches her eye.

"Need anything else to drink before we get started?" Cass asked, pulling the apartment door shut behind them. Her lips grazed Elora's ear as she spoke.
Elora raised her shoulders up. "Do you want anything?"
Cass backed her against the kitchen counter. "Other than you?"
Elora gasped as she was picked up and set on the countertop. The granite was cold against her warm thighs.  
Cass slid a hand up Elora's neck to sit between her collarbone and jaw. "I was watching you earlier...with that guy and I was just thinking how I could fuck you so much better."
     "Oh really?" She breathed, wrapping her legs around the other woman's waist.
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A Poet's Secret

16 parts Complete

Being in love with your best friend isn't the ideal life situation but for Zora, it's her only life situation. Secretly harboring her feelings for her best friend, Sierra, Zora pours her emotions into her journal in the form of poetry. After years of keeping her attraction for her friend at bay and trying to deny her feelings by forcing herself to love a boy who unconditionally loves her, Zora's favorite emotional outlet becomes the cause of her life falling apart as the truth finally comes out. ***** It was happening again. It was dark, sunset, I waited for her to be done with volleyball practice 'because she was my ride'. Somehow we wandered from the gym to the football field and we were sitting at the very top of the bleachers staring at each other. Her dark hair mirrored the direction of the wind, the setting sun being replaced by the brightness of her smile. We were sitting so close I could feel her warmth. It was an unusual situation. Friends don't do this. We held eye contact for a long time before I couldn't take it anymore and just closed my eyes. It wasn't real, she was just my friend. Then, I felt her tuck a strand of my curly hair behind my ear. That with the chill of the night sent shivers down my spine and a swarm of butterflies attacked my stomach. I reopened my eyes. If she didn't want me, why did she look at me that way? I held her hand and I held it for so long because I didn't know if we'd have another moment like this. We talk and laugh and she tells me I'm pretty and I ask her if she'd just noticed that and we laugh again. I realize the feelings I felt in that moment were not just the intense feelings of attraction that I felt every time I was with her. Warmth flooded to my face and if it wasn't for my dark complexion, my blush would be noticeable. I look into her dark-colored eyes and I come to the conclusion that I'm royally fucked and I'm probably also in love.