cherry soda // have a taste

DAVID CORENSWET in The Greatest Hits, 2024

DANIELLE CAMPBELL photographed by Justin Bettman, 2021

plot: give me a super jealous, spoiled step/half/full sister who might be a lil crazy and lil horny being jealous of her stepbro's new gf !! ...her being the annoying younger sister !! i'll take ur bimbos, 'innocent' girlies, mean girls, etc.

"what?" clara huffed, propping herself up on one arm, flicking the damp ends of her hair out of her face, "jamie, you left me all alone down there. what if someone had roofied my drink and let me drown in the hot tub? what if people crashed the party and destroyed the house? what if you were just so busy balls-deep in sam that something terrible happened to your dearest, darling, baby stepsister? is chivalry dead? your mom would kill you."

♡ HANNAH DODD the sunday times style

Kristine Froseth for Elite Daily magazine

BARBARA PALVIN for Creed, 2025

♡ brianne howey on jimmy fallon

PAUL MESCAL W Magazine

she was exactly like every other married women she has ever encountered. wasted away in her boring marriage. as if she was a trapped little bird desperate for the day she can finally escape. genevieve was willing to be that person, but they had to make the first step first. when she finally found her voice, and told her exactly what she wanted, the older woman placed her glass down on the bar top before crossing the room towards her. genevieve's hands cupped her face, grinning at her as if she had just won a price. "see? that wasn't so hard." she started pulling her towards the bed before pushing her down on the mattress. "hope you told your husband you will be busy the whole day because i'm not letting you leave until my entire bed is soaking with your juices." her pillow lips pressed along her neck, sucking and leaving her mark. while she quickly worked on getting her undressed.

anticipation licked up skylar’s spine as genevieve cradled her flushed cheeks. she bounced slightly as she hit the mattress, tracking the older woman’s striking face with wide eyed vulnerability. “he won’t even notice i’m gone,” she muttered, the ache between her thighs growing as genevieve painted a vivid picture. as genevieve’s perfect lips suckled at the soft skin of her neck, skylar felt on the edge of bliss, eagerly reaching beneath the hem of her dress to shuck her rapidly dampening panties half way down her thighs. she’d come straight from a brunch with friends, a pathetic attempt to distract herself from those persistent memories. the dress she’d worn was conservative and generic. hem to her knees, blue and white stripes, button-through with an unwrinkled collar. safe and sweet. something she couldn’t wait to be divested of as her skin began to heat. now would have been the time for skylar to consider her future, the fact that her husband conducted business with this woman. the fact that from now on, every time they might see genevieve at an event or a cocktail party, skylar would be faced with the reality of her actions and the humiliation if she were found out. maybe the threat of discovery only spurred her on more because there she was, arching toward genevieve’s body, knowing nothing could stop the inevitable. the other woman had already spoken it into existence.

this wasn't the first time this has happened. genevieve would give these women the best fuck of their life, then the feeling of shame would creep in afterwards. they would blame her for seducing them when in reality all she had to do was play with their cunts and treat them how they really want to be treated in bed, and they were willing participants. "oh, you think so?" she raised a brow, teasing her for a moment before eventually pushing her door wider as she took a step to the side. giving her the room to finally walk into her home. "let me guess... your husband is away and you can't seem to scratch that itch in between your legs?" a mocking laugh escaped her lips as she closed the door and walked past her, guiding her into her 'play' room. genevieve knew exactly what she was her for, why pretend with the small talk over tea? "now tell me exactly what you want me to do to you." she entered the room, turning on the lights before making her way to the bar area. "if you're here to bitch about your husband, i suggest hiring a therapist. but if you're here for me to make that pussy gaping wide again, well..." she paused, letting a sinister grin form along her lips as she poured them both a shot of tequila. handing a glass over to her to take.

skylar trailed after genevieve, heart thumping against her ribs as the door shut behind them. she took the proffered shot of liquor and downed it swiftly, that familiar tendril of shame pulling at the pit of her stomach when the other woman mentioned her husband. was skylar truly so transparent? could everyone tell she was an unhappy wife, unconsciously desperate for something more? she didn’t really care for alcohol, the taste or the effect. she’d never liked the feeling of ceding control to anyone or anything, not before now. but now something in her wanted to let go, give up that tightly wound tension that had been so salient in her life. “i want you to make me do what i did last time,” skylar ventured, gathering up the courage to be more explicit, “i don’t care if it's your fist or a toy, i just want you to make me squirt again. please. i'll be good for you.” heat rose high in her cheeks, desire outweighing any uncertainty.

she was half surprised to see her at her doorsteps, but she knew deep down she would be seeing her sooner or later. once all that internal shame passed, she would have been craving for that night to happen again, and to experience squirting like a fountain. the smirk on her plump lips grew as she leaned against her door frame. "you here for another fisting again?" she cocked her head to the side, eyeing her body as if she was nothing but holes to fuck. "or perhaps its my monster dildo's you're after?" she was being a bitch by teasing her but after hearing her accuse her of seducing her and how 'this will never happen again', she figured she could gloat a little.

for a moment, skylar was speechless, cowed by genevieve’s vulgar gloating, arousal flooding her body at the sight of her. her desire told her to beg and plead for her pleasure, but shame got her tongue. “i…” skylar ventured uneasily, “i may have been a little hasty last time. and maybe a bit harsh.”

sarah gadon in black bear 

     after wiping the grease off his hands, the result of two hours of car repairs, curtis makes way to the front lawn. a fancy vehicle and a woman overly dressed for the setting catching his attention. as his dog barks, an unreliable alarm by the way, curtis whistles to have him sit. unable to recogize his wife, curtis leans against his porch railing, presenting a polite and charming smile.. just in case he was in trouble for any reason. “hey, how can i help you? need directions or something?”

iris never thought she’d actually have to track him down but her life was changing and a fifteen year old marriage was baggage she couldn’t afford to tow around anymore. he looks older, different, except for the boyish smile though now she’s certain that she’s impervious to its charms. in it flashes a million faded memories and a million bad choices to boot. “i’m good on directions but how about a divorce?” she counters, deciding it’s best to rip off the bandage, “any idea where a lady could find one of those?” iris stares him down, feeling a tiny thrill that he doesn’t seem to recognize her. that young girl she used to be, naive and furious at the world, has been wholly replaced by a more successful and well-adjusted woman.