Erotic Lesbian Literature Novels & Stories

Occasionally, the rhythm slowed, and as she massaged her clitoris with her thumb, her body shook as she brought herself to climax. As Lyla frigged herself, Eric imagined she was Crystal. If Crystal were here now, he would give her all of his love without reservation. The thought made his mouth go dry. He had had sex with women, but he had never engaged in foreplay, actively kissed a woman, or considered her needs. Now, though, when he thought about this woman as Crystal, he wanted to kiss her from head to toe. But Lyla wasn’t Crystal, and she was a poor substitute for her. Eric stood up suddenly and pointed to the door, “You can leave now,” he said. “This isn’t doing it for me.”

She poked me again, "shut up.. it's not like you've never wanted to have your needs fulfilled.." "Well is it so hard to stick to one person?" "Wasn't about that to me. First of all, lesbian sex is different than what you guys do, you wouldn't know.." I knew exactly what she was talking about but I kept my mouth shut and raised a brow, "riiiight.. it's not like you have a panis you're hiding from me." She laughed and looked at her closet with guilt all over her face. This time I poked her ass, "oh my God Paris you are such a sex freak.."

CONTENT WARNING: Explicit lesbian erotica, dominance/submission, public fingering/car orgasm, oral sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, first-time sapphic encounter CHAPTER ONE I was nineteen, on my own for the first time at university, and just beginning to explore the sapphic facets of my sexuality the first time I spotted Sabine across the floor of some small town gay club with a stupid name. Electricity crackled in the air between us. Her striking, lavender eyes swept up and down my body like a spotlight, savoring my ample curves, tracking the gentle sway of my hips. Her eyes stopped at the apex of their second trip, her gaze resting on my lips. She slowly licked hers like a hungry cat be

Finally, he sighed as he relaxed once my fingers went to work. “Eros is an incubus demon and must have sex to take the life force from humans to stay alive and to pay back Lucifer for the inappropriateness he tried with his daughter,” he said softly. My fingers froze as my brow furrowed. “He is a real demon? Did he try to seduce the devil’s daughter?” Nodding he said yeah and nudged me to keep petting him. “So he has to be a man whore to stay living? That seems like every man’s dream,” I muttered sourly and Samson pffted at me.

She was ready, more than ready, to surrender to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown pleasures that Travis and Jenna promised. As their lips met once more, Sadile felt herself being guided to the couch, her body positioned between them, a willing participant in the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the candles Travis had lit, casting shadows on the walls, shadows that danced in time with their movements. Jenna's hands slid down Sadile's body, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

She ground into me as she moaned into his mouth and he stiffened now hard again into my bottom. With a shuddering heave and a muffled howl, she shoved somehow even more onto my fingers and orgasmed, gushing into my hand. It was better than I could ever have possibly imagined during all of our teasing talks. Feeling a woman shudder below my hand like that was as breathtaking as if I'd come myself. I was astonished realizing that. I had no idea. For the first time in my life, lesbians made perfect sense. * "Oh, I fuck married people all the time, you know? But never just husbands or wives. Only together. A girl has to have standards, you know."

Chapter – 0002 Lila POV I walked into the lecture hall for my required Intro to Erotic Literature seminar with my thighs still sore from last night and my mind a complete mess. The campus was buzzing with first-day energy students laughing, comparing schedules, flirting shamelessly but all I could think about was Damon’s thick cock stretching me open in that dark art studio. The way he hadn’t pulled out even after the mask slipped. The way he’d thrust one last time while I came around him like a desperate whore.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

This time she locked the door and braced a chair under the handle. “We have to be quieter this time.” she whispered, already pulling my shirt off. She kissed me hard. I kissed her back the same way. We fell onto the bed still warm from earlier. Isabella reached into her suitcase and pulled out a thick purple strap-on and a small bottle of lube. My stomach flipped with fresh heat. “On your back, open your legs wider for me.” she said, her voice low and rough. I obeyed. Isabella strapped the toy on, coated it, and rubbed the thick head through my still-slick folds. She pushed into me slowly at first, watching my face, then thrust deeper until she was buried to the hilt.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."