She kissed me on the mouth. Her mouth tasted like iced coffee and cardamom, and I was overwhelmed by the taste, her hot skin and the smell of unwashed hair. I was confused, but not unwilling. I would have let her do anything to me.
by Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via lipstick-leather-lesbian)
by Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via lipstick-leather-lesbian)
(Source: liquidlightandrunningtrees, via violet-woods)
