WLW Pocket T-Shirt

WLW Pocket T-Shirt perfect for any occasion and remove any confusion when you're out. Slightly oversized, making it a perfect blend of casual and trendy. This lesbian inspired tee comes with a left check pocket and is garment-dyed which means it feels cozy from the first wear and won't shrink at home. 100% ring-spun cotton, this shirt is soft against the skin and durable enough, heavyweight fabric for a relaxed fit, perfect for everyday wear. 

It could be a sleep shirt but when she's in my bed there are never any clothes.

We woke up cocooned, warm. Sweating, actually.
Not in a rush. Not in silence.
Just the soft kind of stretch where nothing hurts yet.
Her leg was thrown over mine. My hand was already on her hip.
We just lay there and smiled like we already knew what the day would feel like.

We were going to do everything together. Ordinary things. But in the gayest, most magical way possible.

At the grocery store, we flirted down the aisles like it was foreplay.
She reached for an avocados and I pressed behind her just enough to make her smirk.
When she picked up a cucumber and wiggled her eyebrows at me. I started imagining what that was going to be like.

We both have good taste. In food, and women.
We held hands every so often. Soft glances at one another. 

Nobody around us would know that we've seen each other naked. Were we a couple?
Just two girls in baggy jeans and crop tops picking out over priced cheese.

Back home, we dropped the bags, kicked off our shoes,
and stripped down just to be cozy.
She said she needed a shower.
I said, “Same.”
We didn’t take two.

There’s something holy about washing a woman’s back.
Running conditioner through her hair.
Kissing the water off her collarbone.
It wasn’t even about sex — not yet.
It was about care.
Devotion in the form of soap and steam.

After, she massaged my body and lathered me in oil,
and I massaged hers while she read a poem out loud.
We took turns like it was second nature.
Because it is.

She asked if I wanted help cooking.
I said, “Yes.” but I just wanted her near me.
She sat on the counter, in a shirt like this one. We danced while the food was cooking.
I almost dropped the wine.

We ate on the couch. No table. No rules.
Then I fed her dessert from between my thighs.
Because we said we’d have everything today — and I meant everything.

She touched me like she already knew how I’d taste.
She moaned like she was the one being touched.
I was the desert. She got off just as much as I did.

It was so sexy that it made us laugh.

She let go. All the way.
Because that’s what women do with each other when it’s safe:
they surrender.
They lead.
They give.
They take.
No power struggle. No performance.
Just honest hunger and the kind of orgasms that make you giggle after.

Thank you for the laughs.