Desi Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

“So…what’s the plan? We’re writing a book about two people who hate each other but end up falling in love, right?” He smirked, still typing… “Sounds familiar.” She shot at him with a look “Funny.” He leaned back in his chair, finally turning to face her “We each write from our character’s point of view. My character…Keevan…is confident, charming, clever…” “So basically you?” He ignored her. “And yours…what’s her name again?” “Elena” she replied “Right! She’s… chaotic?” “She’s real!” Sierra shot at him, tapping her keyboard like she was trying to prove something to him. “She’s not trying to impress anyone.”

And I was lying naked in the billionaire’s bed, dripping with his release, waiting for him to come back and use me again. The door opened and closed. Locked. Damien crossed the room without a word, stripped the sweatpants off, and climbed over me. He was fully hard again, thick and heavy, the head already slick. He didn’t ask. He simply lined up and pushed back into me in one long, relentless stroke until he bottomed out.

In the corner a threesome had turned into a daisy chain: woman eating out woman while a man fucked the first from behind, all of them moving in slow grinding waves. Back on the mattress Tara was losing it. The two cocks inside her sped up, balls slapping wet skin, her body jolting with every thrust. She came again—squirting hard around the dick in her pussy, soaking the guy underneath her, thighs trembling violently. The sight pushed them over. The one in her ass pulled out and came across her stomach in hot spurts. The one in her pussy stayed buried and filled her deep, groaning as he pulsed inside. She was a mess—cum dripping from her cunt, streaked across her tits and belly, face shiny wi

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.

My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

I didn't find their house anyway so the point was moot. I spent the weekend reading lesbian BDSM stories and watching lesbian BDSM videos trying to figure out what I would really enjoy. After my experience with Tiffany and Heather I lost focus on guys. My masturbation fantasies were definitely taking a darker turn so I also ordered some new toys online. I bought two new dildos with suction cup bases, a pair of handcuffs, a riding crop (no cane at least not yet) and a Hitachi wand and belt. I felt a little weird about ordering through A****n because I didn't want the items showing up on my list of products, so I made a fake g***l account. That was good for watching videos and reading stories

I'd never touched another girl's pussy before, she was hot and slippery and I felt her in fascination. She suddenly grabbed my wrist and made me push the fingers inside. "Deeper… fuck, yes." I pumped my fingers into her, the way I’d seen it on all that lesbo p**n I’d watched. Her moans encouraged me and I sped up and watched her in satisfaction as she writhed around. “Play with that pussy…oh harder…ahhh.” She sat up and yanked my top off making my boobs pop out then She leaned forward and sucked one nipple into her mouth, her tongue flicking fast. The action sent sparks straight to my pussy.

I shifted my hips restlessly, my body desperate for more contact, more pressure, more of anything. Tina's lips trailed from my breast up the curve of my neck, kissing along my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. Her hand left my breast and traveled downward. Slowly. Torturously slowly. Fingertips tracing a path down my ribs, across my stomach, over the soft skin below my navel. I held my breath. Her fingers stopped just above where I needed them most. "There are different types of orgasms," Tina murmured against my ear, her voice low and deliberate. "And tonight I'm going to teach you every single one."

A thin sheen of sweat made her skin gleam under the bedside lamp. I couldn’t breathe. My own pussy clenched hard inside my jeans, already soaking through my panties. I’d never seen another woman like this, not up close, not real. Rina was twenty-three, curvy in that soft, dangerous way, with wide hips, thick thighs, a plush ass that jiggled every time she thrust against her hand. And she was lost in it, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, and whispering dirty little things to herself I couldn’t quite catch. I should have left. Instead I pushed the door open another inch. The hinge gave the tiniest creak.