Erotic Lesbian Story Novels & Stories

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.

"This is it. This is the truth." I freed myself, my cock springing out, heavy and aching. Her eyes dropped, her pupils blowing wide until they were almost entirely black as she lustfully stared at me. She looked mesmerized, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip. Without a word, she slid off the desk and sank to her knees on the floor.

“She and I used to date each other. She was my girlfriend.” I was shocked when Lei said that to me. The shock was so much that I couldn’t handle. Erica and Leila were a couple? Meaning she was lesbian, before? “Yes! We used to be a couple before. By then Erica and I acted so crazily on love. In fact, she was the one who disvirgined me.”

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

Her scent was intoxicating—sweet and musky. “Kiss it,” she instructed, her voice low. “Soft kisses up my thighs… then on my pussy lips. No tongue yet.” I followed her words exactly, pressing trembling lips to her inner thighs, then higher, kissing along her slick outer lips. She sighed happily, running her fingers through my hair again. “Good boy. Now use your tongue. Lick me slowly… explore every fold. Find my clit and circle it.” I dragged my tongue along her slit, tasting her for the first time. She was so wet. I licked deeper, then found the swollen nub at the top and circled it gently. Elara moaned, her thighs twitching around my head.

Trust your gut. And I did. I went down on my knees again, and this time I did not hesitate. I stuck out my tongue and licked his shaft, expecting some sweetness in my mouth, but nothing. It tasted like skin? I tried again. Still the same result. Why did those girls lie? Maybe I was doing something wrong. I tried one last time, focusing on the tip. Bingo! I found it! Although not sweet, it wasn’t bland either. There was a trace of salt. A satisfied smile plastered on my face.

“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."

I offer. “Oh, you won’t regret it!” Erica squeals as she bounces off to where the accessories are. I guess Erica has changed. A lot has changed it seems. The life I thought I was going to live is totally different. I’m not talking about nursing career stuff. I’m talking about the fact that two men will own me, and I hate that I love the idea of it. Last night in the club was so erotic and I want more. I want every damn sinful thing those devils are going to do to me. Those to Italian stallions better be ready for this stubborn Italian mare that will not make their taming task easy.

I smiled and felt arousal begin deep inside me. Mr. Thompson was a beautiful man, tall, strong and as much a man as every woman he has been with desires in her bed. I watched him until his eyes locked onto mine and I held his gaze until Camille’s fingers cascaded across mine. I jerked back to her attention and saw the lust in her eyes. “If you ever decide you want to check out the other side, you let me know, huh?” “I might just do that,” I said, watching her get up from the table. Camille wouldn’t have been my first lesbian adventure, but she sure was a hell of a lot more alluring and sensual.