Lesbians can do what now?! — WLW · Y/n story by @sleepingbooty

The house breathed quietly around you both. Not the sterile hush of a hospital, but the warm, lived-in calm of a Sunday morning. Light filtered through the tall windows, catching dust motes drifting lazily over the marble kitchen island.

Christina Morrow

stretches her arms overhead, the hem of her silk robe lifting just enough to show the firm line of her stomach I slept like the dead. You?

The machine whirred to life, filling the kitchen with the rich, bitter smell of coffee. Outside, the city of New York glittered in the distance, towers of glass and green architecture catching the light.