Best Lesbian Poetry Novels & Stories

In no time, Beth started shaking and was forced to lean forward to grip the headboard for stability, as the young girl's talented tongue did wonderful things inside her pussy. Beth moaned again as she enjoyed the tiny girl's newly awakened talent in the lesbian arts. She had been prepared to correct the tiny teen's technique and lack of enthusiasm, but the tiny teen was an amazingly good and determined student in the lesbian arts. The older woman smiled remembering when she and Linda had coined the phrase when they were their daughters' age. Being able to introduce and tutor their daughters in the art was a dream come true for both blonde mothers. Beth moaned again thinking of Linda having h

Fuck. Lesbian pussies are the best option. "Ahhhhh!" I moaned. I thrust my cock into hеr pussy one last timе to the hilt ѕо hard that her toes curled and her hips sprang up from the bed. My climax tore through me, and I released my first stream of hot sticky liquid into her waiting lesbian pussy. Oh fuck, the feeling was blissful and overwhelming. "Fuck, Mark. I can feel it deep within my womb. It feels so hot," she cried out as her pussy contracted violently around my cock.

Her tears at that time falling for me felt like a huge universe gifted my way which I was ever ready as I could be to grasp tight. I was a fucking moron to hurt her time by time. I wanted her with me. Her heartbeats to synchronize with mine. She was it for me and I wanted myself to be it for her. But not anymore. \'''If I were a poet I would write sonnets Dedicating to your beauty with utmost honest! If I were a priest! I would preach your love with utmost sweet! But Alas! I'm none of the above In your world, I am just a wild beast!'''/

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.

After the interrogation that day, fuck had a grown woman like me craving, but since there was no cock around and no vibrator, I had to use my fingers to oh yeah that's the spot. When I was done with the masturbation, just then on my phone, a notification beeped in on my Facebook. It didn't seem like me receiving my porn, instead, it was a poem from someone with no profile picture or picture on his wall. His username says Mr Romantic and his poem read, I can never look at a drop of dew in a buttercup without beholding shafts of love in the retreats of your eyes In you there is unity; your face and form is a blend of perfect line and contour

"Lance! It's my birthday, and this is what you're giving me? A tiny cake like this? You think you're so funny, huh?" In the darkness, he grabbed my wrist before pulling me into his arms. "Last year, I ordered a cake for your birthday, and you lectured me for wasting money," he said, his voice tinged with a touch of mock sadness. "This year, I didn't waste any money. These little cakes are perfect. They're cheap and practical, and you get to eat them for three days." - My boyfriend, Lance Gill, and I were the infamous poor couple in our apartment building, Unit 21 of Block 4.

"Pity a poor woman like me. I have no children at my age, and now I've lost my husband to a mistress. I just wanted a chance at IVF, but that mistress had the nerve to tell me I deserved to be childless. "I tried to let it go, but I can't stand her arrogance! If every mistress acts this boldly, are the rest of us just supposed to suffer in silence? That's why I'm standing up to fight back! She lives right in this neighborhood, but the management won't let me in. I can't even get justice." I skimmed through her recent videos. In all of them, Sabrina twisted the facts and played the victim, exploiting people's hatred of mistresses to gain sympathy.

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

Parang hinahayaan niya lang akong mataranta at mas lalong nakakagulo 'yon kasi sa pagitan ng tawanan ng mga kaibigan namin, sa pagitan ng ingay ng bus at ng maagang araw na unti-unting sumisilip sa mga bintana naramdaman kong may mga pusong hindi talaga marunong maging simple. Some loves arrive in quiet prayers, Some burn like smoke in hidden airs. One feels like peace, one dares affairs, One heals the wounds, one leaves you tears. And maybe hearts were never meant for fairness, Maybe mine was built for... illicit affairs. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

“The best poet of the day is NOBODY BUT Perez,’’ she announced and immediately the whole class roared with laughter. That was impossible, everyone knew it was in the realm of impossible things, how could that even happen. “ If you think your poem is better than that of Perez, raise your hand up,’’ she dared. Sasha immediately raised up her hand, taking the challenge, anyone could have done it easily, it was common knowledge that Perez couldn’t do anything, she couldn’t write a poem, do any math’s or answer a question correctly, unless Jesus himself came down and performed a miracle on my head. One person moved to the front of the class to read both poems. Sasha’s poem The only man, Who has e