As soon as Anna laid eyes on her, she knew she was in trouble. The woman, whose name she soon learned was Elena, was simply breathtaking. With long, curly hair and piercing blue eyes, she was the sort of woman that made Anna’s mouth water.
She knew she shouldn’t be thinking like this. After all, she had never been with a woman before. But something about Elena’s touch made her feel like it was meant to be.
It started innocently enough. A brush of fingers here, a lingering glance there. But soon, the touches became more deliberate. They would brush past each other in the hallway, their bodies grazing just enough to make Anna’s heart race.
One day, after a particularly long day at work, Anna found herself alone with Elena in the break room. The tension between them was palpable, and before she knew it, Elena had her backed against the wall.
Their lips met in a searing kiss, and Anna’s body ignited with desire. Elena’s hands roamed over her body, touching her in methods that no man ever had. She could feel the heat building between her legs, and she moaned into Elena’s mouth.
With a swift movement, Elena lifted Anna onto the counter, spreading her legs wider. Anna knew what was coming next, and she couldn’t wait.
Elena’s touch was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Everywhere her hands went, Anna felt a jolt of pleasure. Her fingers traced over every inch of her skin, making her shiver with anticipation.
As she slid her fingers inside Anna, she moaned with pleasure. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and Anna’s body quivered with each movement of Elena’s skilled fingers.
Elena’s touch was like a fire burning inside of her, one that consumed every inch of her body with desire. As they collapsed on the counter, panting and covered in sweat, Anna knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
From that day on, she became addicted to Elena’s touch, craving it like a drug. And she knew that she would never be satisfied with anything else.