Erotic Lesbian Short Story Novels & Stories

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

Claire lay on the velvet chaise, chest heaving, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm Lena had just pulled from her. Her thighs were slick with her own arousal, and her pussy continued to pulse with aftershocks. Lena hovered above her, lips shiny and eyes dark with hunger, clearly not finished. Lena kissed her again, slow and deep, letting Claire taste herself on her tongue. The kiss was possessive, claiming, and it made Claire’s clit throb anew despite how sensitive she felt.

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

"You're a woman. You know what you like. Try doing the same to me. If I like it, you can tell. If I don't respond, try something different." "Are you a lesbian or bi?" Melissa asked curiously. "A lesbian," Chloe smiled back. "No cock, other than strap-ons and vibrators, has ever made its way inside my cunt." "I never knew." "I know, but I've fancied you since I started working for you."

“Unless you want the next person in that hallway to hear exactly what a slut, the Lee cute princess really is.” The words should have killed the heat. Instead they fed it. I bit his lower lip in answer and felt him smile against my mouth — a sharp, dark curve that had nothing to do with kindness. His gloved fingers stroked along the damp fabric between my legs with deliberate pressure. The friction was precise and devastating. My hips moved without my permission. “Already wet,” he observed in a voice that was almost conversational. “And still trying to pretend this is only anger.” “I hate you.”

“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.

"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.

Eva’s smirk widened at the sight of Chloe’s frustration, her fingers still buried deep but unmoving. Chloe shifted her gaze to Sheila, who knelt beside her obediently, hunger flashing in her eyes. Her lips parted, chest rising fast with shallow breaths. “Come here,” Chloe ordered. Sheila leaned closer. Chloe’s hand reached out, caressing Eva’s jaw before turning her face toward Sheila. “Kiss her,” she breathed, her tone sultry and sharp. “I want to watch you devour each other.” Eva’s smirk deepened. She turned, cupped Sheila’s cheek, and pressed her lips against hers. At first soft, teasing—then hungrier, tongues slipping between parted mouths, breaths quickening, lips locking and releasing

Every inch of her felt alive, the heat radiating off her skin in the cool air of the room. Her legs were still trembling from the force of it, but she didn't want to stop. She leaned back against Jax's sweaty chest, feeling his heart thumping against her spine. Marcus wiped his mouth and looked at her with pure hunger, while Leo, who was still waiting for his full turn, moved between her legs. The pussy was still throbbing, open and wet, begging for more. Leo didn't hesitate. He guided his own hard length into her, stretching her all over again. Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire.

Holy hell, heat burned her up and her heart rate increased. Eric cupped both sides of her buttocks, bringing her back to the counter and holding her still as he lipped and pulled at her clitoris. Running his tongue from the top of her hood to the centre of her core, Cat bucked and cried out. Eric held her firm, not letting her escape his sweet torture.