sipping honey in the sunlight with your hand in mine sounds so divine. when can we start? i’d love to just wrap my legs around your waist, stare into your honey brown eyes and kiss your freckled cheeks. will you take me away from this rotting place, and take me to the places you know? will you walk with me in the sunlight and serenade me while we picnic? your voice sends shivers down my spine and sends chills on my skin. waiting for the sunset is how it feels to be waiting for you while you are away. i wait all day and it is still not as spectacular as your precious kiss. will you wait for me?

Lauren Garland
Sunshine love romance

The first time was so exciting and amazing. I couldn’t wait to get down there and it was even better than I ever expected. It was so warm, soft, comforting, delicious, smooth, wet… Her reactions turned me on so much. Truly unbelievable. — Gail, 27

Suzannah Weiss
12 Women Share What It Was Like to Hook Up With Another Woman for the First Time

first kiss

June 4, 2020

The kiss is different than I expected. It’s slow and tender, his lips soft and warm against mine. He tastes sweet, like the powdered sugar I spilt and the coffee with chicory he’s always drinking. It’s a perfect first kiss.

D.L. Hess

The Encounter

May 31, 2020

You came to the side of the bed
and sat staring at me.
Then you kissed me – I felt
hot wax on my forehead.
I wanted it to leave a mark:
that’s how I knew I loved you.
Because I wanted to be burned, stamped,
to have something in the end –
I drew the gown over my head;
a red flush covered my face and shoulders.
It will run its course, the course of fire,
setting a cold coin on the forehead, between the eyes.
You lay beside me; your hand moved over my face
as though you had felt it also –
you must have known, then, how I wanted you.
We will always know that, you and I.
The proof will be my body.

Louise Gluck

I collect these signs

May 31, 2020

After she’s gone, I cherish all of the signs she was here. I press my face to the pillow and inhale what’s left of her scent. I wear the necklace she gave me, I hold the pendant in my palm while I think of her. My pubic bone aches from grinding against her. I press my fingertips into the small purple bruises on my thighs, she leaves them with her teeth. I run my fingers through my long mess of hair searching for the section she cut, late at night while I sat at her feet and we planned an epic art piece using both of our hair. I love that there’s a short little patch in my mane now, hidden underneath, a sign she has been here with me. I collect these signs like seashells so I can press them to my ear and hear the ocean.

Her Dirty Little Heart

I’d never really thought of myself as anything other than straight until a friend of mine said she liked me and it was too bad I didn’t like girls. I laughed it off, but something in my head went, ‘It is too bad I’m straight!’ Later that evening, I took a chance and kissed her while we were watching a movie. Then one thing led to another, which led to our dating for a year and a half. I had always assumed I had to be straight because I like men. Now, I happily identify as bisexual, and a lot of feelings and a few dreams from high school make a lot more sense.

— Cathy, 35

Suzannah Weiss
12 Women Share What It Was Like to Hook Up With Another Woman for the First Time


May 28, 2020

Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss
Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed
Together in my dream, through some dim glade,
Where the shy moonbeams scarce dared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew, between the trees,
The hidden glow-worms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, the cool, the hot night-breeze
Mingled our hair, our breath, and went,
As sporting with our passion. Low and deep
Spake in mine ear her voice: “And didst thou dream,
This could be buried? This could be sleep?
And love be thralled to death! Nay whatso seem,
Have faith, dear heart; THIS IS THE THING THAT IS!”
Thereon I woke and on my lips her kiss.

Emma Lazarus


May 21, 2020

She has kissed me. All is shattered.

Virginia Woolf
The Waves

he kissed her

May 17, 2020

She opened her mouth, but his was already there. She knew what he was doing. Making her want… this. Making her want him. And she did. God help her, she did. On and on he kissed her, turning his mouth this way and that, his tongue twining with hers, long and deep. Then drawing back, his mouth almost flirting with hers.

Samantha James
The Seduction Of An Unknown Lady

fire blossoms

May 16, 2020

The gentle friction of your hand on my thigh is enough to strike a match inside me. I lean into your lips and the fire blossoms and spreads.

Caitlin Hinshaw
Literary Sexts