Novel & Cerita Desi Lesbian Stories

Melissa’s heart pounded as she stepped into the dimly lit warehouse in Victoria Island. The underground kink party was invitation-only, and she had spent weeks working up the courage to come. At twenty-six, she was tired of boring boyfriends who fucked like they were scared to break her. She wanted more. She wanted to be used. Owned.

[Warning! Lesbian Content Ahead!] ***** Back to the interrogation room, Detective Adrian looked the hooker sympathetically and asked, “Are you going to tell me where you stole the money, or not?” Meanwhile, she slipped her fingers back to her crack and forced two fingers inside her warm c*nt. Immediately, she rolled her face to the ceiling and groaned, suddenly arching her toes. Trembling under waves of ecstasy, Detective Adrian added, “If you won't tell me where you got the money, I'll play with your p*ssy until you cry.”

As the prince's sacrifice and the priestess's magic were remembered and celebrated by generations to come, their love and loyalty for each other were an inspiration to all, and they lived happily ever after. When the monsters that attacked the caravans that roam the red desert and stories of spirits that roam the desert, the woman who is the demon of the desert seducing and eating her victims, who find her in the desert, beasts that roam the night, tales of mysteries and stories of hidden worlds. The red desert was a place of mystery and danger, where stories of monsters and spirits were passed down from generation to generation, the most feared of these creatures being the demon of the dese

But then the feeling slipped away like I was holding water with open fingers. I growled, frustrated, and reached for the rabbit. Then the glass. Then everything. I came close. So close I wanted to cry. But still, nothing. No orgasm. No release. Just an ache that wouldn’t quit and a hunger I couldn’t feed. I was a married woman. Picture-perfect. Celeste, local boutique owner, clean reputation, diamond on my left hand but I have never had an orgasm. Not once, not from my fingers, not from toys, not even during sex.

"I just wanted to say I appreciated the kind words you said about my sister. I know my family has been rough on her and I'm glad she has someone like you to love. It means a lot to me." "She's very dear to me and I meant every word from the depths of my heart." I kissed her cheek and we started to move again. "Wait! Can I ask you a question?" "Of course," I said, shrugging my shoulders to the others to ease any impatience. "Ask away." "What's it like to make love to a woman?" Not the question I was expecting at that moment. "That's not a question with a simple answer," I replied. "You're certainly at the right place to find out. Most of the women here are lesbians, or bi-sexual, and would be

"Good. And now, I'm going to fuck you hard and I want to hear you scream..." ***** If you would like to learn how Kirstie (Debbie) first met James and Michael, read 'Mastering the Virgin' And the story continues for Kirstie and Ryan when they return in 'Charlotte's Search' (Part Three - 'The Sin Of The Parent')

“I’ve had a long day at work. All I want to do is watch Sage squirm for you.” I lay back on the bed, my head on the pillows and my legs spread wide for Laila. She crawled closer up the bed toward me, on her hands and knees, stuck her ass up into the air, and dipped her head between my thighs. Fingers pulling my folds apart, she glided her tongue across my clit. Constantino rested one knee on the bed behind Laila, his large hands all over her ass. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. When he pushed himself into her, she moaned against my clit, making me clench harder.

Trying to adjust to what was going on, I felt myself being turned and pushed against the wall. "Hey there Desi." I heard the voice of that guy from the club. Looking up, I was shocked to see that it was James, my ex from after Ted and I broke things off. He was the only one who called me Desi and I hated that. He was not the best and always made me do things I did not want to, since I would not sleep with him. "Get away from me!" I pushed him back. "There's my feisty girl I missed so much." He smirked as he moved back close to me, putting his hands on the wall, trapping me there.

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

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