Best Sapphic Romance Books Novels & Stories

She was so focused on reading that she didn't even notice the CEO approaching. - Loveless by A.P. Morgan. I don't know this writer. Is he good? She jumps, scared, until she sees the one who speaks to her. - It's not a "he". It's a "she". It depends on your taste in books. She is an LGBT writer. I like reading her stories. - LBGT? Like women with women and men with men? Are you a lesbian? Saphira's heart skips a beat. Was it now that he was going to say that he hates gays and all those types of people?

“And what choices are those?” The older woman leaned forward, eyes glittering with the cruel satisfaction of a cat playing with its prey. “The choice to control. To manipulate. To seduce you into believing you’re special while keeping you tied to his leash. That’s Damien Steele. That’s the man you think you love.” The words sliced through Sierra, each one deliberate, aimed to wound. But beneath the pain was defiance. She had seen Damien stripped of his armor, vulnerable, trembling not with fear of losing power but fear of losing her.

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But then I was. “We have to go home, Sister,” Sasha said softly. I didn’t want to go back home. I didn’t want to be alone. Yet, I felt so fucking alone no matter where I was or who I was with. Except for the damn ghosts haunting me. They were in my mind, thriving. Torturing me. And when I slept, my mind revolted. I couldn’t understand my dreams… memories… or paranoia. “You’ll stay with me.” I shook my head wordlessly. I couldn’t let anyone hear my dreams. I couldn’t let anyone know.

He shoved an arm to the back of his head to still himself from taking her forcefully. He would like the thought of ramming her thoroughly like she was his very own property. But as she sucked him intently, his thoughts wobbled on Saraphina. Saraphina was better, skillful and did outshined Brianna. But Brianna made him ached still, and he loved that about her. "What do you want to talk about?" Her eyes peered up at him as her hand stroked his staff. "I can't t..think when you suck me....ahhh..like that," Lucas said to her as he leaned in for a kiss.

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she whispered. His hands finally moved — sliding up her thighs, gripping her ass, pulling her down onto his lap. Vesper moaned softly as she felt his hardness press against her core through their clothes. She ground against him slowly, sensually, her hands on his shoulders as she rode his lap. The friction was delicious. Dante groaned, his fingers digging into her ass. “You’re dangerous,” he rasped, lips brushing her neck. “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly.” Vesper smiled, grinding harder. “Then take what you want, Dante.”

“Soaked. My pussy’s been aching for days. And after what I saw tonight… I need it rough.” We moved to a dark corner booth, away from prying eyes. The moment we sat down, his mouth was on mine….hungry, demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth as his big hand gripped my waist, pulling me against him. I moaned into the kiss, straddling his thigh and grinding my dripping core against the hard muscle there. The friction against my clit made me whimper. “Fuck, you’re burning up,” he growled against my lips. His hand slid under my dress, fingers brushing my soaked lace panties. “No wonder you’re desperate. You’re drenched.”

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

We continued talking for almost another hour. Mostly about Stephen. Or more specifically, how much Amelia hated him now. “I swear if I ever see that idiot—” “You’ll kill him?” I finished with a laugh. “Exactly.” I smiled softly. God, I loved her. Then suddenly Amelia gasped loudly. “Oh my God.” “What?” “You need rebound sex.” I nearly choked. “Amelia!” “I’m serious,” she continued excitedly. “You need some insanely handsome guy to fuck Stephen completely out of your system.”