Erotic Fiction Lesbian Novels & Stories

I’d spent the majority of my sexual maturity fantasizing over other women – when I first discovered how to bring myself to orgasm at a young age, it was from reading erotic stories about heaving breasts, hard nipples and streaming cunts. All my sexual experiences up till now had been with men, and they were great – I love men and don’t think that anything could replace the feeling of being fucked hard by a man with a big hard erection for you. Just because I wanted to experience a woman didn’t mean I was a lesbian. Maybe it just means I’m a horny slut?

Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

Lauren brought her to the edge, then eased off, kissing her inner thighs until Sophie was whimpering with need. “Not yet,” Lauren whispered. “I want to feel you.” She moved up, positioning herself so their pussies pressed together. She started scissoring , slow, sensual rolls of her hips, their wet folds sliding against each other, clits rubbing with every movement. Sophie’s hands gripped Lauren’s hips, pulling her closer. The friction built , hot, slick, perfect. Lauren leaned down, kissing her deeply while they moved together. “You feel so good,” Lauren breathed. “Such a sweet girl for me.”

" The problem, if that's the right word, with two women making love, is that since they can orgasm almost endlessly. Not being familiar with lesbian sex I had no idea how partners decide when they are satiated. Mom laid over Bonnie, her hands under her daughter's amazing ass, her face pressed against my sister's vagina. Bonnie, under, her legs splayed wide, her hands clutching her mother's perfect ass as she licked the opening of her birth, her face messy with mom's cum. Too wild. Never in my wildest fantasies did I picture this. Dad laughed. "Fucking crazy, huh?" "Fucking crazy." I replied as Mom and Bonnie finally broke their incestuous, lesbian embrace. They lay there and looked at us. Bo

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office. The way her lips gripped me, the friction of her tongue—it was a sensory overload that made the very air in the room feel like it was vibrating. I watched her, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she seemed to worship every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own. She was a natural, a complete slut for the sensation, and it was driving me over the edge. Every time she looked up, her gaze was a challenge, a silent demand for me to stop being the authority figure and start being the animal she craved.

I returned to the photos curious what else they took pictures of, realizing what I had seen so far was just the tip of the iceberg. The next dozen pictures were all of Janice again with her head buried between each of the three girl's legs. The pictures didn't get close enough to see any of the girl's cûnts or Janice's tongue. I imagined she was licking away. Some were close-ups of Janice's head between their legs (the couple shots of Janice between Kara's again looking incredibly cool). Some showed the girl's lips pursed or moaning, only confirming my original deduction that Janice was lapping away. Before then, I had read enough lesbian stories to know Janice was either blackmailed or was

The way her breath had caught when I touched her last week, the soft swell of her mound under my gloved fingers, the faint sheen of arousal I’d seen between her thighs when she thought I wasn’t looking. I leaned against the wall in the private room, unzipped my jeans, and pulled myself out. Thick and already leaking. The head flushed dark, a bead of precum sliding down the underside. I wrapped my fist around the base and stroked once—slow, deliberate—picturing her on my table again. Soft curves. Full tits straining against her bra. That delicate flush creeping up her neck when I’d said her skin took the lines beautifully. I remembered the others: Claire, married ten years, wedding band flash

He had no idea his wife was burning up in the dark, her sheets damp because she couldn't stop thinking about her son-in-law. I must have drifted off into a light sleep because I suddenly felt a strange, warm sensation between my legs. It was wet and rhythmic. I gasped quietly and opened my eyes, seeing a shadow at the foot of my bed. The covers had been pulled back. I looked down and saw the back of Leo’s head. He was positioned between my thighs, his face buried deep in my crotch. He was using his tongue to lick my pussy from bottom to top, swirling it around my clit with a hunger that made my toes curl. Oh, Leo, I whispered in a low tone, my voice barely a breath. I didn't want the sound t