“any more confessions to make.?”

Both women lay in a pile on the floor, heart racing, gasping for air, sweat pouring, intensely happy and satisfied.

“T”

Bette was shutting her eyes hard to savor the feeling.

“T”

The only light in the room came from the exit sign and reflections from it through the merchandize still remaining on the shelves. Bette searched for Tina’s face in the darkness, turned over and cupped it.

“T”

She was beginning to feel her body again after Tina’s ravish of it, and the immense pleasure Tina had just brought her was building up an even greater need for her to please her wife, giving it all back, with interest.

“I confess – I love you, T”.

In contradiction to the kisses previously shared, Bette leaned in and kissed Tina softly, gently tracing her lips with her tongue. Tina moaned into the kiss, and welcomed Bette’s sweet tongue. Both women teased one another with the tip of their tongues. Hearing the soft wet sounds of it, Bette realized she wanted this to escalate some place else rather than on the linoleum floor of this common storage room..

“I have a bunch of other confessions as well, your honor”

Bette gently rose up from a mischievously smiling Tina..

“you’re such a bad girl, babe..”


Bette tried her best to look her naughtiest, only looking more dazzling and sweet than ever..


“I’ll make it up to you though.. at home. in our bed no Dolly no shelves no interruptions all confessed out.”


Bette looked down at Tina biting and licking her lips, eye lids heavy, anticipation written over her face. Bette knew she had ignited something in Tina that would be burning for some time. Tina was definitely on fire. She grabbed Bette by the neck and pulled her down for yet another passionate kiss, harder and more intense this time, both women fighting for possession, frantically searching for new and undetected areas of each others mouths.

It seemed like an eternity. The kiss went on and on. Desperately, almost violently, passionately, teasingly, tenderly, loving, caring, hungrily. This was so familiar, so usual, yet so sizzling and new, making them fall in love again and again, getting to know each other all over. Now, it had gotten Bette into respiratory troubles and in desperate need of their house, their bed, their home.

She collected her self in order to retrieve their exhausted bodies up from the floor. The couldn’t help but flash a pain stricken grimace when rising, Tina’s insatiability had made her sore..

“What babe?

Tina asked with concern written over her face

“You rode me so hard I’ve got an ache”

Bette laughed and kissed Tina passionately

“But a good sore”

Another kiss

“definitely a good sore”