The Lesbian Spider Queen
In an apartment complex, in Les Spirites City, a large nest of lesbians nestle together. The sun soared high. Still, they stayed in: warm, safe.. At the utmost floor, secure in a condo-like room, a lesbian of some mixed Hispanic, German, and Irish ancestry lies supinely on her bed. A light flickers, she stirs. (Her name: Kelly). At urgent sounds of beeping, she glides into the next floor. An artifice in the next room, both flickers a light and chirps at her. She looks at it, slight anticipation on her face. She kneels to the artifice: oval with a concave dip, shaped like the open mouth of some mythical creature. It flickers lights more urgently. Kelly twists her lips, slightly, then lowers herself to it. She settles the outer lips of her lower nether regions …