Sapphic Shelley - Author Australian author of lesbian romance stories, Sapphic Shelley is well known for her contemporary and ever appealing style of fiction. Sapphic Shelley writes wonderful escapist fiction. There are times when all you want is a book that will whisk you away for a couple of hours, the kind that is easy to read, makes you smile, and where your heroines are able to completely turn their lives around to embrace love in around 100 pages. Clean and Cozy Sapphic Kisses by Sapphic Shelley The waves lapped gently against the shore, a soothing rhythm that mingled with the distant cry of seagulls. Anne's bare feet sank into the soft, warm sand as she walked beside Celine, a picnic basket dangling from her hand. The secluded cove stretched before them, a hidden gem tucked away from prying eyes. "This spot is perfect," Anne said, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility that enveloped them. She glanced at Celine, a smile playing on her lips. "I've been wanting to bring you here for a while now." Celine met her gaze, her blue eyes reflecting the fading light. "It's beautiful, Riles. I can see why you love it so much." They spread out the checkered blanket on the sand, the fabric billowing slightly in the warm breeze. As they arranged the food and drinks, their hands brushed against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through Anne's body. She wondered if Celine felt it too—that undeniable pull, the magnetic force that seemed to draw them together. Anne settled down on the blanket, her eyes drawn to the horizon where the sun began its descent, painting the sky in a breathtaking array of colors. The oranges and pinks bled into each other, creating a mesmerizing gradient that seemed to set the ocean ablaze. She inhaled deeply, the salty air filling her lungs, the scent of the sea mingling with the faint aroma of the wine they had brought. "I could stare at this view forever," Anne murmured, her voice barely audible over the gentle crash of the waves. Celine sat beside her, their shoulders just a hairsbreadth apart. Anne could feel the warmth radiating from her body, a tantalizing reminder of their proximity. "It's like a painting come to life," Celine said, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "The colors, the way the light dances on the water... it's enchanting." Anne turned to look at her, studying the way the fading sunlight caressed Celine's features, casting a golden glow on her skin. In that moment, she looked ethereal, like a goddess born from the sea. Anne's heart swelled with an emotion she couldn't quite name—a mix of longing, admiration, and something deeper, something that threatened to consume her entirely. This is it, Anne thought, her pulse quickening. This is the moment I've been waiting for. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage, ready to bare her soul to the woman who had captured her heart so effortlessly. Anne's fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sundress, a nervous habit she couldn't shake. She turned to face Celine, her heart pounding against her ribcage, threatening to break free. "Celine, I..." she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I need to tell you something." Celine's eyes met hers, a flicker of curiosity dancing in their depths. "What is it, Riles?" she asked, using the nickname that never failed to make Anne's stomach flutter. Anne swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She licked her lips, trying to find the right words. "Ever since we were in high school, I've... I've had feelings for you," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "More than just friendship. I've been attracted to you for as long as I can remember." The words hung in the air between them, heavy with the weight of years of unspoken longing. Anne's heart raced, her palms clammy with anticipation. She searched Celine's face for a reaction, hoping to find a glimmer of understanding, a sign that her feelings were reciprocated. Celine's eyes widened, a myriad of emotions flickering across her face—surprise, confusion, and something else, something that made Anne's breath catch in her throat. "Anne, I..." Celine began, her voice soft, almost hesitant. "I had no idea you felt that way." Anne's stomach churned with anxiety, fear gripping her heart. What if I've ruined everything? she thought, panic rising in her chest. What if she doesn't feel the same way? But then, Celine's hand found hers, their fingers intertwining, and suddenly, the world seemed to still. "I've always cared about you, Anne," Celine whispered, her voice filled with a tenderness that made Anne's heart ache. "More than I ever admitted to myself." Anne's eyes brimmed with tears, a mixture of relief and overwhelming emotion. She squeezed Celine's hand, anchoring herself to the moment, to the woman who had always been her North Star. "I was so afraid to tell you," she confessed, her voice cracking. "I didn't want to lose you." Celine's free hand reached up, cupping Anne's cheek, her thumb gently wiping away a stray tear. "You could never lose me," she murmured, her eyes filled with a warmth that seemed to seep into Anne's very soul. "No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you." In that moment, with the sun setting behind them, casting a golden glow on their entwined hands, Anne felt a sense of peace wash over her. She had taken a leap of faith, bared her heart to the woman she loved, and found solace in her embrace. Whatever the future held, she knew that with Celine by her side, she could face anything. Celine's touch lingered on Anne's cheek, a gentle caress that seemed to convey a thousand unspoken words. The air between them grew heavy with anticipation, a palpable electricity that crackled and sparked with each passing moment. Anne's heart raced, her pulse thrumming in her ears as she lost herself in the depths of Celine's eyes. Time seemed to slow, the world around them fading into a hazy blur as they gravitated towards each other, drawn by an invisible force that had always existed between them. Celine's gaze flickered to Anne's lips, a silent question, a plea for permission. Anne's breath hitched, her own desire mirrored in the way her eyes darkened, a silent invitation. Inch by inch, they closed the distance between them, their faces mere breaths apart. Celine's hand slid from Anne's cheek to the nape of her neck, fingers tangling in the soft strands of her hair. Anne's own hands found their way to Celine's waist, pulling her closer, erasing any remaining space between their bodies. In that moment, suspended in time, their eyes locked in a magnetic gaze that spoke volumes. Years of longing, of unspoken feelings, of stolen glances and secret dreams, all culminated in this single, perfect moment. The tension between them was a living, breathing thing, a tangible energy that crackled and hummed, urging them forward. Celine's lips parted slightly, a soft exhale escaping into the space between them. Anne's heart swelled with a love so profound, so all-consuming, that it threatened to overwhelm her. She had never wanted anything more than she wanted this, wanted Celine, in all her beautiful complexity. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in a breathtaking array of pinks and oranges, Anne and Celine stood on the precipice of a new beginning, their souls bare and their hearts intertwined. The future stretched out before them, a blank canvas waiting to be filled with the colors of their love, and Anne knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, hand in hand, heart to heart. With a deep, shaky breath, Anne leaned in, her lips barely brushing against Celine's in a feather-light kiss. A sigh escaped Celine's lips, encouraging Anne to deepen the kiss, her tongue darting out to trace the contours of Celine's soft, intoxicating mouth. The passion that had been simmering between them for so long now erupted like a long-dormant volcano, consuming them both in its wake. Their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, as they pressed themselves closer together, their bodies molding seamlessly against one another. Anne's hands roamed over the curves of Celine's body, memorizing every inch of her, while Celine's fingernails dug into Anne's back, urging her onward. The crashing waves, the call of seagulls, and the breeze rustling through the palm trees all faded away, until there was nothing left but the two of them, lost in a whirlwind of desire and need. The past and the future melted away, leaving only the present, this moment, this love that had been so long in the making. As their bodies entwined, the darkness descended over Crescent Bay, blanketing it in a veil of secrets and lies yet to be unraveled. The full moon cast an ethereal glow over the town, as if even nature itself was witnessing their union, and the stars above shone like shimmering beacons of hope and promise. In that moment, the two women's hearts were intertwined, their love a beacon shining through the stormy seas of life. Side by side, they would face whatever obstacles the world threw their way, bound together by the undeniable power of their love, the force that had brought them together on that fateful night so many years ago, and the love that would carry them through the tumultuous times ahead. The free love scenes in this blog are sweet and cosy.
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