Best Lesbian Fiction Novels & Stories

“You don’t want Maya to hear her precious best friend getting finger-fucked by her big sister, do you?” I shook my head frantically, moaning into her palm as she started pumping her fingers in and out of my tight pussy. She curled them perfectly, hitting that sensitive spot inside me with every stroke. The wet, obscene sounds of her fingers plunging into my soaked cunt were barely covered by the music from the party. “Look at you,” Lena growled, fucking me harder. “Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.”

ELYSE I came here for one reason, to stop myself from having the evil thoughts that my head is filled with but instead I’ve started something that I knew I would not be ending soon. After speaking to Tristan my husband, I feel asleep and I’m only just waking up. I rush into the bathroom and take a cool bath, I walk back into the room and lay stark naked as I think of what these two men would and can do to me at once. With those thoughts still in my head I push my finger into my clit and thrust hard and fast. In no time, I come while biting down hard on a pillow to stop myself from screaming out loud. Damn, this is the best feeling I’ve had in a long time.

I am Lily, a writer of the darkest, most forbidden desires. By day—or rather, in the quiet hours when the world fades—I craft tales that twist pleasure with primal fear, where innocence shatters under the weight of monstrous hunger. My fingers have never known a lover’s touch. I remain untouched, a virgin whose body stays sealed away while my mind roams the shadows of lust. Every story I pen is an escape, a secret indulgence. The words I spill onto the page are my only release.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 8: Queen of the Pack** **Chapter 2** The full moon still hung high as the ritual continued deep into the night. Selene lay on the moss-covered stone altar, legs spread wide, body glistening with sweat and the cum of three powerful alphas. Her pussy and ass were red, swollen, and leaking thick rivers of seed. Her breasts were marked with bites and handprints. She had never felt so thoroughly used… or so powerfully alive.

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she says lightly, disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door. The second the water starts running, my hands shake with urgency. I’ve been holding back this horniness the entire drive, imagining girls eating me out. I open my laptop quickly, load the lesbian p**n site, and click on a video. Two women are going at it intensely , one on her back, legs spread wide while the other buries her face between her thighs, tongue working deep through wet folds, fingers thrusting hard.

* "Your cock... inside me... stretching my cunt, making me moan and squirm just like these slutty milfs on your laptop..." *With a sultry wink, she leans forward to trail a finger down Y/N's chest, stopping just short of their crotch.* "Trust me, sweetheart, you won't regret giving mommy what she craves so desperately." *Y/N's breath quickens as Stefanie's tantalizing touch sends shivers down their spine. The intoxicating scent of exotic perfume fills their nostrils, mingling with the heady aroma of Stefanie's arousal. Despite the overwhelming taboo nature of the situation, Y/N finds themselves increasingly enthralled by the seductive allure of their best friend's mother.*

What kind of woman decides the best revenge isn’t to confront her husband, but to fuck his mistress? Me. If he thinks he can cheat on me, I can also do the same… and with the same person he cheated on me with. I unlock his phone again, this time digging for her socials. It’s too easy—her I*******m linked in her bio, her OnlyFans tagged in her captions. My throat tightens as I scroll her page. She’s young, bold, and dripping in confidence. Skirts cropped so short you can see the lace of her thong. Captions like: your man was here last night; ask him if I moaned louder than you do, and a selfie stamped ‘stop watching, start choking me.’

Uses pleasure as a tool of control. SEBASTIAN: The most brutally physical. Fucks hard and fast without preamble. Wants to hear her cry. Enjoys degradation and pain play within negotiated limits. Least psychological, most primal. Doesn't apologize for his desires. Direct and crude. Uses her body like equipment, but equipment he treasures.

”fine leave”. He made way for her to go but she didn’t move. Her brain was telling her to get out of there…what was she thinking..he’s her best friend’s dad. But then her body responded totally different. She knew she was meant to leave…but no matter how hard she tried to convince herself it was wrong, her body just ached for him more. She turned to him and brushed her thumb on his lips. She then whispered in his mouth ”touch me and find out”. That was more than enough confirmation he needed.