maxine felt herself become red as she internally kicked herself for allowing herself to stare too long. she was embarrassed that she had been caught and she couldn’t believe she was actually talking to the person she had been staring at. “i didn’t realize i had been staring that long,” maxine said, attempting to laugh her embarrassment away. now that she was actually looking at stasia, she realized just how beautiful the other woman was.

it was an odd turn of events to find james there at the grocery store. it had been years since she had thought about the other woman and it was a blast from the past seeing the younger woman. at a grocery store. “you’re a blast from the past,” amelia said, laughing. “how have you been? it’s been a really long time.” she was happy to see james. it brought back so many good memories of all the times they spent in each other’s rooms, often not clothed.

James felt a sense of relief when there was confirmation that it was, in fact, Amelia. Even if the other had been the one to call her name. With a laugh, she moved the basket in front of herself and now held it with both hands. “Is that a good blast from the past?” She asked, eyebrows raising as she spoke. Of course it was good, she certainly didn’t need the confirmation. Though James was rather timid, especially in college, the memories she shared with her old friend were some of the best. Amelia had helped her come out of her shell and she knew that, in turn, she most likely helped her as well. 

maxine nervously sipped her drink at the bar she was at. she didn’t have a date, but had wanted to get a good fuck in, so she opted for the dive bar she frequented to see if she could pick any one up. no one had caught her eye as of yet, but just as that thought passed through maxine’s head, she watched anatasia walk right past her to the group of people standing next to her. she knew had long known she was bisexual, but had never actually slept with a woman before. or was in a relationship with one. once she realized she was staring, she tried to advert her eyes, probably not all that successfully either.

@hndstomself

Anastasia had agreed to meet a few of her friends for drinks after participating in a fashion show, using the outing as an excuse to let loose for the first time in a few weeks. She had been quite stressed lately, her upcoming gigs were super important and pretty much guaranteed the exposure she needed to promote her career further. After a quick trip to the bathroom, the young model had rejoined her group at the bar, attempting to carry on with their conversation. It wasn’t until she took a seat on an empty bar stool and requested another drink from the bartender that she noticed Maxine staring at her -- and she was immediately flattered.

amelia had long known she was a lesbian. she had known since she was a little girl, but never felt confident in her sexuality until she graduated high school. she then fully explored that sexuality when she went off to college. over her four years of college, she slept with only a handful of women. she was still so new to not just being a lesbian, but also being in a relationship. if those years taught her anything, however, it was that she wasn’t good at being in a relationship. nothing really changed over the next few years. she slept with a few people here and there, but nothing too seriously. 

so when she bumped into one of the last few women she had slept with during her college years, she immediately went back to those late nights, exploring the other’s bodies. “james?” she called out when she fully comprehended that she had saw the woman she once slept with in a grocery store.

@hndstomself

James stood in the cereal aisle, eyes scanning the colorful boxes in front of her. Lately, she’d been trying to have more filling and healthy breakfasts, but the sugary cereals never rarely failed to win. She sighed, reaching out to grab the off brand fruit loops, and tossed them into her basket. It wasn’t until she turned to leave the aisle that she heard someone calling her name. With a deep sigh, she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, debating one whether or not she wanted to act like she didn’t hear them. It had been a long day, she just wanted to go home. Against better judgement, however, she placed a fake smile on her face and turned on her heels. Her eyes immediately fell on the redhead, who she could only assume the voice came from. It took her a moment, eyes searching the slender frame for familiarity. “Oh,” she whispered to herself when finally recognizing the woman. 

connection/plot: roommates!! or best friends, maybe they just admitted to being curious about their feelings towards each other or maybe they’re just about to admit those feelings. either way....i’m dying for this first experience type plot. it can be their first experience together or your muses first experience with a girl in general!!

muse — carver ashford. architect. 53. heterosexual plot — Carver has been seeing your muse’s mom, but the sparks between you two are hard to deny so when she’s away, the two of you play. ( def looking at an age gap, bonus if she has a boyfriend but goes to him after their dates 👀 )

          “Yeah, we miss you, too,” his words casual as he uttered them to the woman he was seeing. The one currently out of the city on a work conference, which Carver understood. They hadn’t been together that long, but she had trusted him enough to let stay in her home, mainly to keep house as she’d be gone for a few days and to keep her daughter out of trouble. “No, the house looks great, we’re gonna order in tonight, though. She’s been busy, I’ve been busy with work, so, just gonna take a breather from cooking and be lazy about it.” He let out a laugh, “Yeah, nothing too fancy, pizza or something,” he turned his head as he heard footsteps, her daughter coming into view with what seemed like a long, breezy top and nothing else. The sun’s rays hitting the pale, gauze like fabric of her shirt, giving him amble view of what she hid underneath. Reckless thoughts swarming in his head, knowing it was wrong, what they were doing, but both kind of helpless when it came to them being alone. “Okay, well, no, she’s with — yeah, yeah, on her way back…” Leaning back in his seat as she drew closer. “Yeah, I’ll tell her to call you when she gets here. Mmhm. Can’t wait to see you. Bye.” Ending the call, he put his phone down, attention solely on her and the way her body looked. He let out a soft groan, “Miss me?” a wicked grin on his lips as his hands went to her thighs, pulling her closer. “God, look at you…” Hands rising up her thighs, pushing the hem of the shirt higher, raising above her stomach and he delivered a soft, sensual kiss. “How many times do you wanna c.um tonight?”

anger is raging through harvey like a wildfire, burning hot fast. there is no stopping him; no stopping the way his long fingers are ripping the dress past down her hips until it fell on the floor in a shredded mess. the possessive grip he has on her shoulder might be leaving bruises for tomorrow, but it’s the least of his worries. one sight of her provocative underwear is the added blow to his ego, “if you parents saw you right now, they would be asking you to change too!” classic gaslighting comes before finally pushing off of her to hook a thumb on her waist pulling her around to face him, “now take this off yourself.”

“Only because you hold so much power over me. It’s very dangerous sometimes.” He murmured before kissing her, letting out a guttural moan. She really drove him over the edge sometimes. It was a miracle he hadn’t lost his cool around her when his wife was still there. Though admittedly, he’d fantasized about making her cum while his wife was just in the other room, his hand clasped over her mouth to keep her from moaning too loudly. James let her pull him forward, climbing onto the bed with her, never pulling away from her sweet lips. He then wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her on top of him, making her straddle his lap as he sat back against the headboard. “Fuck…You’re so pretty, baby.” He whispered, pulling away only slightly so he could kiss down her neck and over her shoulder. His free hand slipped between her thighs, his fingers brushing over her still pantie-clad core, finding and rubbing tiny circles on her clit.