Best Lesbian Love Stories Novels & Stories

“Hopefully, you only seduce the intended person and not some bunch of perverted old men.” “Eww, don't jinx me,” I shivered in disgust. “Just saying,” she was enjoying this. “Let's head down,” I got up, stretching my hand to her. Unfortunately for me, this wacko was my partner for tonight since Uncle Julian wouldn't let me have any other person to avoid unnecessary rumors and also because he worried I'd cease the opportunity to get laid. “You're not the only one it hurts, trust me,” she said like she could already tell what I was thinking. “Hopefully, my baby won't misunderstand this,” she said dramatically. Apparently, Callie had a crush on the leader of a Kpop group that would be present to

"Good. And now, I'm going to fuck you hard and I want to hear you scream..." ***** If you would like to learn how Kirstie (Debbie) first met James and Michael, read 'Mastering the Virgin' And the story continues for Kirstie and Ryan when they return in 'Charlotte's Search' (Part Three - 'The Sin Of The Parent')

I walked him to the door in just the T-shirt, kissed him slow and sweet, and watched the elevator close behind him. Then I went back to the bedroom, picked up the credit card, and turned it over in my fingers. Heavy. Expensive. Mine now. I sat on the bed and opened my laptop. I searched for the best OB-GYNs in the city, the ones with private entrances and celebrity clients. I bookmarked a few. Then I opened another tab and looked up how to make a man leave his wife. Not the trashy forum stuff. Real articles. Psychology sites. The slow ways it happened.

Each time, I loved him more. Josephine’s POV I began writing again. Pages filled with our story the real one. The version no one else knew. Not the pain. Not the bitterness. But the moments that mattered. The stolen kisses. The late-night laughter. The promise sealed in blood. The child that became a bridge. I wasn’t writing for the world. I was writing for Noah. So he’d know how loved he truly was by both of us. Noah stood at Kenneth’s grave weeks later, letter in hand, wind brushing his face like a blessing.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

Every time he bottomed out, I felt the vibration in my very bones, a deep, bruising intimacy that Manuel’s illness had stolen from us years ago. "How long have you been craving a man who doesn't care about your feelings, Blaire?" he asked, his hands moving to my hair, wrapping a handful of my dark curls around his fist and tugging my head back. "How many nights did you lie awake wanting to be taken like this?" "Every single night," I confessed, the words torn from me as his thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves at my core, grinding against me in time with his brutal thrusts.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

BLS #3 Alexander North A Billionaire that loves changing girls like changing clothes, girls are begging for his attention but none of them ever gets it. There is no LOVE in his dictionary and he doesn't expect one. He thinks love is stupid. One day, he mets someone who is equally dangerous as him. He is attracted to her and never thought she's more than when he expects her to be. Angelia Selosvone A girl with passion and confident that never fail to make people love her. She's a sweetheart that loves by people. Man always fall on her feet but none of them catch her attention until someone came.