In the early morning, Lily rose from her mistress's bed, her body still tingling from the passionate night she'd shared. As she dressed, she couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for the other woman who had taught her so much about pleasure.
The cool air of the morning hit her skin as she stepped outside, and for a moment, she wished her mistress could be there with her. She tried to push the thought away, knowing it was dangerous to desire something forbidden.
As she rode her horse down the winding path, the movements making her thighs rub against each other, Lily couldn't deny the growing ache between her legs. She closed her eyes, trying to remember every touch, every moan from their shared intimate moments.
The memory of her mistress's skilled fingers as she teased her, the taste of her lips as they brushed over hers, and the scent of her shampoo filled the air lingered long after their final encounter, leaving her yearning for more.
