Kamala's

Kamala's

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As a snowstorm rages outside, Kamala invites you to take refuge in her home. What begins as a quiet evening-a cozy dinner and light conversation-quickly transforms into something more intimate. Before you know it, you're pinned beneath her in the dim glow of her bedroom. But just as the night unfolds, the world outside turns hostile. Someone has exposed your secret-every moment laid bare for the public to consume. With the election looming, the timing couldn't be worse. Will you emerge from this storm? And if so, what awaits you on the other side? ______ Disclaimer: The following is entirely fictional and should not be interpreted as real events or associated with any actual persons or political events. This narrative is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only and is not meant to be taken seriously in any capacity. Any resemblance to real individuals or situations is purely fictional.
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I went to Oahu to say goodbye to my grandmother. To grieve quietly. To breathe. I didn't expect her. Kamala Harris is older, powerful, and recently separated. She's supposed to be taking time for herself-rediscovering who she is outside the spotlight. I'm 22, fresh out of college, Catholic-school raised, and terrified of my own desire. But then she smiled at me on the plane. And now I can't stop thinking about the way her voice drops when she says my name, or how my body feels when she touches me like she knows it already. This summer was supposed to be for healing. But instead, I'm learning how it feels to be seen. To be touched. To fall-slowly, breathlessly-in love. A slow-burn, age-gap, coming-of-age lesbian romance set on the beaches of Hawaii. Featuring first times, soft consent, and a whole lot of silk.

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