Desi Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

She peeled away from me, blowing a kiss, and dove into the sea of dancers. Jessica moved like a fucking slut in heat, her body undulating to the heavy beat, tits bouncing as she threw her head back. She zeroed in on a group of black men near the edge of the floor, sidling up to the first one a lean guy with dreads and started grinding her ass against his crotch.

Sienna cried out into Victoria’s pussy; the vibration made the CEO shudder. The three juniors stripped quickly. Priya straddled Sienna’s chest, knees bracketing her ribs, lowered herself until Sienna’s mouth could reach her clit. Sienna licked eagerly, tongue flicking, sucking, while Ethan pounded into her from behind. The ginger-haired exec, Liam, knelt beside the desk, fed Sienna his cock while she ate Priya. The third, dark-haired, quiet, stroked himself and waited his turn. They rotated. Victoria came first, grinding hard against Sienna’s face, thighs clamping around her head, a low, controlled moan escaping. She climbed off, smoothed her skirt, and watched.

She grabbed my breasts and squeezed as she came and I loved the feeling of her hands on my tits even if she did squeeze harder than perhaps, I would have liked. The knickers finally gave in as their batteries finally ran out. The assistant wasted no time in removing them and discarding them. Her hands quickly made their way to my wet and waiting cunt. I moaned with pleasure as her long tender fingers quickly found my clitoris and twirled it and pressed it. I wriggled and writhed as she controlled my entire body from just one tiny button. Her neat pussy rubbing against my embarrassingly hairy unkempt pubic hair jungle. I gasped as she grinded into my pussy making my clitoris scream. I smirked

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Valerie said, kissing Lisa deep. The harem grew, jealousy fueling the heat. Night ended with them lined up on the bed, asses up, tattoos on display. I bred each, cum dripping everywhere. "More friends tomorrow?" Lisa whispered. The twins nodded. "Yes . Our master deserves a full harem."

Ethan’s POV The atmosphere in the room was charged with sexual tension as both women continued working on me, one gliding her hand up and down my erect cock while the other kissed me all over. She left a trail of wet kisses from my face down to my bare chest, nibbling on my skin at intervals. Jolts of pleasure struck me as the second woman moved her hand faster on my cock. Under just a minute, I’d gone from being scared of them to craving their touch more than anything else in the world—even my freedom. I would later learn that their names were Lana and Candace.

, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".

The one who rooted for love even when it seemed impossible. Thank you. Thank you for walking through every emotion, every storm, and every fragile moment in these stories. Thank you for believing in characters who were imperfect, stubborn, and human. You gave them life by reading. These books were not just love stories, they were pieces of what it means to be alive. To fall. To rise. To be hurt and still choose to open your heart again. To everyone who has ever been Nina, Jasmine, Lena, Olivia or Zara, this collection is for you.

When Sharon reached her tummy with kisses, Daisy was making strange sounds that she had never made before. There in her bedroom, Sharon decided to forget for a while her golden rule about married people and let her desires control her body. Under her body was lying a sensual woman who needed pleasure from her. That woman deserved love and it was an honor for Sharon to introduce her dear friend to the lesbian world. If Daisy had warned her about her intentions, Sharon would had gotten ready various toys for a better introduction such as vibrator, blindfold, and even a lesbian movie to make her in the mood. However, Sharon had just her mouth and hands. She had to make Daisy’s time worth it.

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?