{"Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl" ― Julie Anne Peters... Today is an entry to the @vermillionfox Foxtales contest. This time with extra lesbians!!!!~ Lesbiabs, biab biab~... Today's music-aide: Triage at Dawn, Synthwave remix by Morch Kovalski (HL2 OST).}

Made by the lovely @vermillionfox

- Throwback Thursdays -

- First kiss -

Oh did I melt into a gay goop! Sure my head is still erect and my eyes are looking at my ex-lover over at the counter yay say there. Don't know how far, don't care for such. As he is looking me with his mouth scrunched up and eyes in horror, what can I do but just accept this pure invitation into her life and forget him? Hmm, I would like to exact one more thing on him, yet why to bother as the future directly is smothering my cheek right now? And so, how can I not but just look at him back and reflect his pitiable attitude? Oh how I just want to laugh at him and get his high and mighty ass kicked out of this bar - truly. But really, do I want to exude all my energy and strength on the deadbeat kind of dick that he was? If I had infinite energy and strength, he probably would be a chair right now as I return my smothering kisses straight into her graceful lips. But my skin won't be clear, smooth, flawless nor clean forever; as whereof, my eyes blur him out like the black dot in our eyes that we have all trained to exorcise from our vision. Her lips finally freeing the prisoner cheeks, my fingers grace her silky hair like if I were feeling a so medieval noble dress. My hands bringing her head close to my lips, I return back her warmth through her mouth and she vampirically attempts to eat it all back. What can I say? Love hurts, but this pain between us two is enjoyable.

- Wedding Day -

The grace of gentle, red skin lands on the ethereal pink glaze smothering her cheeks. Her lips so stinging that her mind had failed due to the superabundance of jouissance coursing all throughout her system. The enjoyment so powerful that her eyes do not stare to the congregation of her friends, families and acquaintances. They stare out far into the future, jouissance as her fuel, as her eyes see the long stretches of time in short time spans of their endless gaze into each other's souls, graceful contact of their skin when under sheets, the event-chuckling first failed dinner and their hands never being unlocked as long as life dares not to unweld their glued hands. Yet peering further, there are short stretches of time occupying long time spans of their eyes watering when not seeing each other, the cold feel even in the hottest of climes, breaking her back but never together with her lovely other and the uncomfortable sneers and jeers of all kind piercing her ears from all but heavily done by her male ex-friends. But Fortuna's hands reached through the screen that allowed her eyes to foresee and close it, yet only after Fortuna's fingers shut her eyes and torqued her head to the great smoocher her mind wanted to take back so she can just say it again that she wanted to be her wife until death do them both. Their eyes perked up, their lips connected and the World drowned to a haze of colours as the moment stretched on forever despite lasting not for a while.

- Day? Not tragic -

But her body fought to get up, but a fleshy anchor drove her back to the sheets. Her mouth released a grunt and her ears heard her mouth release a chuckle sneering her profanity. Flipping over, her eyes scantly saw the clock but enough to tell she still had the time and so saw her under the sheets. Her short but wavy hairs, her eyes came to adore them but her mind knew it was the eyes that sold her in for her. Withal, she was snickering as her arm kept her locked under the sheets; a sigh escaped her mouth, her mind knew already the secret password but hadn't expected it to be reentered every time she flopped into bed. But her lips took the initiative, forcing her neck to stretch as her head cocked back slightly. Landing a perfect smothering move on her cheeks, she managed to entrap her as to cause her annoyance while still getting the secret code she wanted to release her. Closing her eyes, her lips dug only deeper into her cheeks and soon the fleshy anchor was lifted and found itself back under sheets. Her head held firmly but lovingly, her lips finally met hers and the trance of lip warfare continued as they smooched their way through the red-barrier defenses. She already committed from the start pierces through her front-lines and lets her tongue dig deep into foreign lines, enjoying all the warmth pent up there. But she would meet her great rival and they would both tongue fight between their lips as warmth hopped across the no man's land between the mouths. But both lips retracted as the alarm clock gave off the warning, disgruntled sighs rupturing from both of their mouths as the blanket flew to the sky.

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