It’s time again for more Facebook frolicking alongside the delightful LGBTQ+ writers of RainbowSnippets. Here I offer six sentences of mild F/F.
I couldn’t help remembering the first time we were intimate. That one-sided encounter started with her offering a shoulder upon which to cry. Breathing deep, I took in her comforting scent. My neck and shoulder muscles loosened while others less visible contracted.
“Come on. My arms are getting tired here,” she said, her joke gentle.
I hope you enjoyed it!