Novel & Cerita Desi Lesbian Stories

His dick slammed her right on his desk while I watched from behind the door. Desmond, the man of my dreams, the love of my life. My husband of three years didn't think before he hurt me countless times over. I had endured it but tonight it's all over. With the divorce papers in hand I slam it on the table. He laughed told me I was barren and that sleeping with my step sister was to cover my fault. He left with a piece of my soul and the company I built. Now, Desmond wants me back. He's sorry now and I fear that the man I have fallen for have dark secrets capable of ruining my heart. I am Lavanda and this is my story.

“Lick my pussy, Mr. Mayor,” Leila demanded, her voice a low, husky command that cut through the sterile air of the office. David Monroe stared, his heart hammering against his ribs. Her fingers were still wrapped around his cock, which was, to his utter shock, stiffening in her grasp. This can’t be happening. He was gay. He had a boyfriend. This was a front, all of it—the charming smiles for the press, the dates with socialites—a carefully constructed lie to protect his career in this conservative town. And now this fresh-faced graduate, barely a day into her job as his secretary, had him by the balls in the most literal sense imaginable.

Now I had a new fantasy to touch myself to. “They are a couple, and I don't know if I can do that.” “She wants you and her husband?” I asked in my heart, wishing I could have that one day; see, Matteo was very old-fashioned; he would never share me. “They are a lesbian couple, Pen; she wants me to fuck both of them.” I lost my breath. Why did he have to say the word ‘fuck’? Oh god. I felt myself getting wet as I imagined him saying that word, but instead of it being in this context, it was different.

"This is it. This is the truth." I freed myself, my cock springing out, heavy and aching. Her eyes dropped, her pupils blowing wide until they were almost entirely black as she lustfully stared at me. She looked mesmerized, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip. Without a word, she slid off the desk and sank to her knees on the floor.

Ronan smirked, his voice a gravelly purr. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he towered over her. "Are you really that desperate for your husband’s touch that you’d crawl into my bed and strip for me?" "Finn, I don’t understand why we sleep in separate rooms when we are married.” Larissa leaned her head back, her vision blurring as she looked up at the sharp, dangerous line of his jaw. "Finn..." she breathed, ignoring his chuckles. She reached up, her fingers trembling as she traced the shell of his ear, sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck. "Stop playing and stop being so... mean."

"My bad, man. I didn't know she was... yours." ​He didn't wait for a reply. He vanished back into the crowd, leaving me leaning precariously against the wall. Xavier stepped toward me, his presence suffocating. He didn't offer a hand. He didn't ask if I was okay. Instead, he looked down at me with pure, unadulterated disgust. ​"Were you that desperate to have sex with a total stranger?" he hissed, his voice cutting through my drunken fog like a blade. "Is this what the 'Princess' does the second she gets a taste of freedom? You’re pathetic."

I moan into the kiss, driving my hips forward to take more of his hot cock. I am ready to get on my knees and beg for it when I realize what I am doing, No…I am a faithful woman…I am supposed to want only my husband's cock no matter what. “No…Damien, I…my husband…” I stutter, “hmmm he doesn't need to know…” Damien says with a murmur, “I see the way you look at me sister-in-law” he says mockingly, his hot breath against my ear makes me shiver.

The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

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. They emerged from the shadows, a group of women exuding confidence and desire. The leader, a tall brunette with piercing green eyes, moved with a commanding grace, her leather corset accentuating her full breasts. Beside her, a petite blonde with a mischievous smile adjusted her lace lingerie, her gaze locking onto mine. A curvy redhead with a sultry laugh joined, her hands already roaming her own body, while a fourth, a muscular woman with short black hair, watched with a hungry intensity. Toge

“But… who told you that? I don’t remember telling you anything like that.” My eyes blinked fast. Heat rushed up my neck. I couldn’t say it. Couldn’t tell her Darrell had dropped that bomb right after he’d fucked me raw against the wall, cum still leaking out of me while he explained Gina had come out as lesbian and was in love with her “friend.” If I said his name, the whole disgusting truth would spill: the hotel, the shower, the couch, the toys, the anal, the way I’d screamed and come apart one last time before walking away forever. I could feel myself getting wet because of these unnecessary flashbacks now. Lara waited, head cocked, looking genuinely bothered. “How did you know?”