Backstage with Monika Sch.

Morning in Brno. I wake up on the floor, back stiff, sheets tangled from a hard night on that awful bed. Then she walks in. Monika. Blonde hair catching the light, bare feet on the floor. She’s never touched another girl before. That much is obvious in the way her eyes move over my body—slow, curious, and hungry all at once. I pull her closer. Her mouth meets mine, shy at first, then greedy. My hands slide under her top, finding warm skin, small nipples already tight. She gasps when I roll one between my fingers. She drops to her knees. I part my thighs and she tastes me, tongue careful, learning. Later she lies back, legs spread, letting my mouth show her what she’s been missing. A brunette joins us. Two mouths on Monika, two tongues working her open until her hips jerk and her voice breaks. When she comes it’s the first time another woman has pulled it from her. She’s wide-eyed, flushed, already reaching for more.