Desi Lesbian Stories Novelas e Histórias

Synopsis Paltmin was born a human and grew up as such. His life was mundane, and he was happy with his simple existence. However, all that seemed to come to a crash when he was taken to the palace to serve the kings of the kingdom. And that was when his problem began. Paltmin's body underwent a sudden change the first time he met the werewolf Alpha, and that was the start of his erotic adventures. Note: This book is a reverse harem, meaning the main character has multiple partners.

“Cum with me. Cum on my pussy, Luna.” Our movements became desperate and sloppy. The sound of our wet pussies slapping together filled the room as we both chased our orgasms. Vesper suddenly cried out, her body shaking violently as she came, grinding her clit hard against mine. The feeling of her cumming on me pushed me over the edge. I screamed, my pussy gushing against hers as my orgasm crashed through me. We kept grinding through our orgasms, our pussies pulsing and leaking all over each other until we were both a trembling, soaked mess.

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

“I agreed to show him the gold he wanted when we first met in exchange of disappearing forever but during the journey, I couldn't do it anymore and told him I would go back to the estate when he beat me up and took advantage of me over and over again.” “He wanted to keep me as his personal whore,” I added. "You lying bastard!" Jude screamed, thrashing against his leather restraints. "You twisted whore! That’s not how it happened!" Kiran’s jaw tightened. He stood up, the silver dagger disappearing into his sleeve as he walked over to Jude. He didn't ask any more questions and it was clear whose story he chose to believe. He leaned down, staring directly into Jude’s swollen face. "So you crave

The air between them grew heavy, charged with the unspoken tension of years of repressed desire. Elara's hand slid lower, slipping beneath the hem of Lila's nightgown, her fingertips grazing the smooth skin of her thigh. Lila moaned softly, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts as her body responded to the touch. She was trembling, her entire frame quivering with need, her omega instincts taking control as she leaned into Elara's embrace, pressing herself against the taller woman's chest.

Lila confessed, but Elena guided her, spreading her legs and teaching her how to lick pussy—slow circles on the clit, fingers probing deep. Elena moaned, grinding against Lila's face, cumming with a gush. In return, Elena fingered Lila expertly, using a vibrator from the nightstand to make her squirt, their bodies tangled in sweaty passion. "You took my husband, I took your dignity," Elena whispered post-orgasm, but Lila pulled her close. "Maybe we can share... or something." Lila begged. The encounter left Elena aroused and conflicted, her plan evolving into something more chaotic.

Lena had always known she was different. At twenty-four, with a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts that strained against every top she wore, a tiny waist, and wide, soft hips that swayed with every step — she had never been able to control her cravings. It wasn’t just high libido. It was an addiction. A deep, aching need to be fucked that never truly went away. The moment her pussy got wet, her mind shut off and her body took over. She would let literally anyone have her if they wanted it. Old, young, ugly, hot, married, single — it didn’t matter. As long as there was a hard cock, Lena would spread her legs.

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.

The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at