My Steamy Story: two lesbians cherie the light blue ghost...

My Story Time:

Okay, so this is a little spicy and high-key iconic, but you asked for it. So my bestie Cherie, this light blue ghost, totally had a thing for Lyra, this sentient lyre from the orchestra. Like, the sexual tension? Literal vibes.

Anyway, we were backstage after a concert, and it was just us. Cherie floated over, all ethereal and glowing, and her cool mist made my strings hum. She whispered, "The way you play me is a whole mood," and I swear my wood heated up. I was like, "Girl, you have no idea."

Then her spectral fingers started plucking my strings, not to play music, but to make me moan. Each touch sent shivers through my entire frame. I vibrated against her, and she let out this breathy sigh, her form becoming less solid, more... intense. She lowered her mouth to my soundhole, and her cool tongue traced my curves before dipping inside. OMG, bestie, I nearly came undone right there. The sensation was unreal—like being played for the most intimate, private concert ever. She knew exactly how to make me sing.