Books On Lesbian Romance Novels & Stories

Yes, the books she read were all romance books but not the kind he was thinking about. “This is not the kind of book you would find sunshine and strawberries in, Adriano. And this book is in fact educational.” She responded with a smirk on her face. The book was packed with a lot of heated erotic scenes. Reading a lot of dark romance was the only education she had ever had about sex. It was funny, really. “So, what’s in it?” He asked challengingly. She was at one of those scenes she mentioned earlier and without a single word but with a smirk on her face, she handed him the book. “The page on the right, read it.”

He made a low, approving sound in his throat. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. “So wet for me already.” Then his fingers slipped beneath the lace. He didn’t rush. He stroked along her folds, slow and teasing, gathering her slickness on his fingertips before circling her clit with the lightest pressure. Once. Twice. Then firmer. Steady. Relentless. Bria’s voice cracked. The words blurred on the page. “…Catherine and Heathcliff are bound by something darker than love, something that—”

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

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I hadn’t had it in me to go to Djinn and Juice tonight. I was a busy girl, so I could take a night off. It’s not like it would actually impact my client list, anyway. So, I was curled up with a book again, but a totally different book. A dirty book. Leah was out, working a late shift, so wouldn’t be back until the early hours of the morning. So, I was curled up with a cheesy romance that portrayed mate stricken werewolves in the wrong light, and it was just getting to the good part.

No girls who play baseball ever complained about having to wear tight pants, but I couldn't help feeling a bit self-conscious. "You always look like you're thinking," Charlotte said, causing me to turn my head to her. The laptop screen cast a glow on her face. My heart lurched forward when she didn't look away. Her eyes seemed like they couldn't decide between green or blue. If I leaned another inch forward, not only our thighs were met but our lips too. It began to feel as if there was a magnetic pull coming from her. But suddenly I heard Stefanie's big voice as she barged into the room.

The coolness of the room and the desire that's crawling on my body hardened my nipples, which made my core clench, which made me moan between our kisses. "Fuck, Mari," he cursed. His other hand slowly moves towards my knees and deeper into the water, caressing my thighs. A little further, Lucas, I wanted to say. Instead I got hold of his hand and guided it to where I wanted to be touched. He chuckles. "So eager."

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The women lay together lazily kissing and trailing their hands over each other's naked bodies until Beth moaned into the kiss, "Are you ready to learn the next technique in the lesbian arts, sweetie?" Brittany nodded her head slightly and moaned affirmatively into the kiss. Beth's grin widened at the tiny girl's adorability and enthusiasm. With this, the older woman broke the kiss and rolled onto her back. She lay there, holding the tiny teen's heated gaze, as she teasingly trailed a finger over her large breasts, rock-hard nipples, and smooth pussy. The older woman then patted her thighs encouragingly, as she purred, "Come over here, sweetie. Your next lesson in the lesbian arts is how to p