Free Lesbian Seduction Stories

She is a loner, and she likes it that way. She lives by one sole rule: No attention, no boys, no drama, no troubles. And it works for her just fine -until he comes, that is. Jonathan is a new student, a hot new student, and he knows it. Add to that the fact that he's a werewolf, all strong and possessive male, and he is damn proud about it. To her utter and complete despair, he takes interest in her...

For Mature Audiences 🔞 Explore a collection of compelling short stories that delve into intense emotions, forbidden desires, and raw human connections. Each tale pushes boundaries, offering a blend of intrigue and passion that captivates and fascinates.

"Who is she?" My voice came out weak, foreign to my own ears. I despised the way it sounded--like a scared child-and I hated how he made me feel so small, so powerless. He let his breath out in a noisy sigh-a low, suffering sound, as if he was putting up with something beneath him. "Are we really doing this?" His voice was low now, tined with irritation. "It's not what you think. And even if it was, what are you going to do about it? You blind bat?" I froze, as tears slid down my face. I was just blind to him. A burden.

Teagan Miller was raised by extremely Conservative parents and grew up attending only the best Catholic Schools. She's just like any of her classmates with the exception of one big secret, she's a full out and undeniably gay ass lesbian. As she begins to start a new journey attending college it would seem she can finally be herself but will she ever really be able to escape her past? Coming out is never easy but it can't really be impossible right? Take a look into the diary of a closeted lesbian to find out.

(3rd book in the CEO’s series)️ “Amara Collins might be twenty, but she’s so strong willed that whatever Amara wants, Amara gets, even if he’s her boss at work. Henry Salvatore might be calm, sweet and priest like but that didn’t stop him from hating his stalker of a secretary, who had successfully gotten on his nerves. The rich CEO can’t get rid of his secretary because the more she annoys him, the more he’s fascinated about her, not knowing his secretary had secrets and wounds to nurse. Secrets big enough to kill her!(Third book in the CEO’s series)

St^amy dirty stories with a forbidden, kinky twist. Each story is about 5000 words each, so sit back, grab some popcorn, some holy water and enjoy! It’s time to sink in countless dangerous and deliciously dark and twisted forbidden tales. Highly er^tic and brimming with dark desires, don’t say nobody warned you! Wink This book contains; Teacher and student Stepfather and daughter Mother and son’s best friend Lesbians Gays Group s^x Secretary and CEO Stepbrother and stepsister Younger boy and older woman Forced domination Sugar daddy/mummy And lots more!

Lorraine is an innate lesbian. She has no séxual attraction for the male gender, it has been that way since she was old enough to know what séxuality means and where she fell into. But, just because she cannot feel that level of attraction for the male gender does not mean she hates them. And that's where Dane comes in. Lorraine likes her guardian angel. Her best friend. Her legal guardian. Her Billionaire. Her...everything. His name is Dane. Dane who has been with her, since her parents died at the age of twelve. Dane, who's so protective of her and never likes to see her hurt. She can't live without him. Their friendship is rock solid. But, what Lorraine does not know is that Dane harbors feelings for her. One that goes beyond friendship. Beyond ward-and-guardian feelings. The love he has for her so strong, with an even stronger sexual attraction. Dane has no idea when he started having these feelings but he knows that it's hopeless to have them for her. Lorraine is a Lesbian. Not Bi. Not transitioned. A full-fledged honest-to-God right-from-birth Lesbian. He stands no chance. Or does he? What kind of journey awaits these two people who loves themselves so much but in a complete different way? And what happens when a jealous ex-girlfriends rears her ugly head with danger practically trailing behind her?

Forced to flee from their home, King Taius and Akara are fighting to survive while rebels strive to hunt them down. But not just any rebel - a Hunter. Marek. With her past lover haunting her, Akara battles new feelings for the King and the reality that a lot of people want her dead. Together, Akara and Tai fight to get the throne back, but not without revealing many dark pasts, and hidden motives that change everything. But who will Akara choose? The mysterious hunter who she can't escape, or the powerful King with his own dark secrets? *Book Two in the King's Possession series - Read Book One (King's Possession) before proceeding with this novel!*

All I want is Power. The authority to exact vengeance on those who have mistreated my family and me. They took the lives of my loved ones, and I will take revenge on them in a manner far more severe than merely ending their own lives. - "How incredibly breathtaking. You are beautiful...Anna." I check myself in the mirror. Scrutinizing my face starting from my forehead and working my way down to the base of my neck. I do this while keeping my chin up and my head held high. I can't help but feel content as I observe how everything that has been snatched away from me has resulted in something very different from what it was before. I smiled triumphantly, but tears of bitterness and hatred began to fall down my face. They took everything from me. This will be the final chapter of the years I spent living in anguish...and the beginning of my perfect seduction.

A one night stand with a complete stranger turned out to be a one night stand with her ex's uncle. Regardless of this they couldn't stop their burning desires for each other. It felt so wrong yet so right, but nothing right comes easy, or does it? "Do I frighten you?" He asked with raised eyebrows. The grin he was trying to hide was loud enough to tell he knew the answer to that question. "Do I make you wet?" He asks when I say nothing but tremble under his touch. He was a lot to resist and I hated I couldn't just satisfy my burning desire to feel him inside me again. I shake my head when I couldn't muster the composure to utter a single word. In the blink of an eye, his hands were on my thighs sliding up to my panties. I gasp when his fingers press on the lace fabric, rubbing on the moistened area. My lips betray me for a soft moan and I shamelessly move on his fingers for more pleasure. "Bad. Bad liar." He whispers into my ear . . .