Best Lesbian Fiction Novels & Stories

They fucked her in the shower, against the walls, on the balcony where neighbors might see, and back on the floor in every possible combination. Lena had never been happier. Her body was completely exhausted but her pussy kept getting wetter with every new cock and every new degradation. She had finally found a group that might actually satisfy her endless craving, at least for one wild night.

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

- My boyfriend, Lance Gill, and I were the infamous poor couple in our apartment building, Unit 21 of Block 4. It was probably because I once stood in front of the local supermarket for hours, waiting to buy dead fish from our neighbor, a fishmonger. She had been telling everyone in the hallway ever since that I was a useless youth, always looking for cheap deals. - I leaned back on the couch, trying to use my feet to spin the fan, which was wobbling. Suddenly, I felt my ankle being gripped. Lance, with one hand holding my ankle, used his other hand to adjust the fan.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

And about to do something really, really stupid. She’d never been good at denying her sexual needs. She’d never had to be. Blaze enjoyed sex, and she’d been lucky enough to live and work in a community where she’d never been judged for her appetites. There had been very few men who she’d desired in her life that she hadn’t had. She drew the line only at married men… and Fabien. But now… Standing so close to his half-naked gorgeous body, it was difficult to see him as anything but a sexual prospect.

The heat that had just begun to cool between my legs flared up with a violent, renewed intensity. Hypnotized by the display of pure dominance, my hand slid down my stomach instinctively. My fingers parted my wet folds, finding my swollen, hyper-sensitive clit, and I began to rub it slowly, letting out a soft, helpless moan as I watched another woman be consumed by the Alpha. The Alpha noticed the shift immediately. His dark eyes flicked down to where my hand was working between my thighs, the smirk on his face widening into something altogether feral. "Look at her," he rumbled, his voice a low vibration that made the kneeling woman look up, never breaking her rhythmic suction as she kept her

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

Chapter – 0002 Paul It didn’t take long after Angelina moved in before I started noticing something going on between them. My daughter Leah was bi, but seemed to lean further toward girls, and more specifically, older women. All of her crushes were teachers, friend’s moms, and even her celebrity crushes were all older women. One time we were playing an adult card game, and one of the questions was to name your favorite pornstar. Leah named three popular milf pornstars, who, looking back, were all known for playing the stepmother role in many of their features.

“I don't know, most of them look like they like it. Do you think they are drunk or fucking high or something? “Maybe they are whores who have to do that shit.” “Most of them don’t look like whores, these are homemade videos. That means those guys are wives or girlfriends.” “Do a search for blow jobs, let's see what other women say.” I typed 'blow job' into the G****e search box and the screen filled up with endless pages of links about fellatio. Brenda and I spent the next hour reading articles from the website on how to suck a cock and make it pleasurable for both him and her. There were a lot of pictures, and we even saw some videos that were hotter than the crappy video we'd been watching

‎Elena's POV ‎Damon shifted his angle slightly, and with the next thrust, he hit a spot so deep and electric that a scream tore from me. ‎"Ahhh.... Brother... please stop... I... I can't..." I gasped. ‎My whole body started to convulse, my pussy clenched tightly around Damon's cock like a fist. ‎"That's it," Liam said with a smirk, "That's your most sensitive part, your g-spot... right here..." then he hits that particular spot again and again, harder and rougher.