Desi Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

So, I remained silent… watching. Observing. Studying the fire of the woman who would soon carry my name. “Well,” Gia replied calmly, “that’s because he knows I’m not an animal that needs a leash.” Her eyes turned sharp. “But since you mentioned leashes… perhaps you should leash your niece first.” A subtle pause followed. “Dreaming about another woman’s husband is considered a crime, Princess Nancy.” My gaze instinctively searched the crowd. And there she was. Nancy Soroka.

I came with my back against the wall, thighs shaking, one hand buried in her hair. She rose and kissed me, sharing the taste. I turned us so that her back was against the wall and returned the favor, kneeling in front of her. Her scent was stronger now, richer. I licked through her, slow and thorough, then sucked her clit between my lips while two fingers pressed deep.

“Thank you, Master Chinedu, for breeding my wife’s worthless married pussy, my tiny 5-inch white dick could never satisfy her. I’m just a pathetic, locked cuck who fucks his own ass while cleaning real men.” Mark opened his mouth and took Chinedu’s massive, creamy cock deep, sucking sloppily while he rocked back and forth on the dildo. The wet sounds of him fucking his own ass mixed with the obscene sucking. The fluffy tail attachment bounced ridiculously with every thrust, making the guests howl with laughter. Chinedu slapped Mark’s face. “Deeper, bitch. Tell them how you stay denied.” Mark pulled off briefly, gasping, still riding the dildo faster. “I stay locked in chastity because I don’

“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: