Good Lesbian Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

she gasped, grinding her clit against him with every downward thrust. The fantasy was overwhelming. Here was his dream character , confident, seductive, dripping wet , riding him in real life. Alex flipped them so she was on her back, legs spread wide. He thrust deep in missionary, eyes locked on hers. The red contact lenses made it feel like he was truly fucking Zero Two. “I’m close,” he warned, pace becoming erratic. “Come inside me,” Lila moaned, wrapping her legs around him, heels digging into his back. “Fill your waifu with cum. Breed me.”

“Please. I’ve been obsessed with my glass dildo lately. I get it ice-cold from the fridge, lie back, spread my legs wide and slide it in slow. The chill plus the pressure on my g-spot? Lethal. I don’t even touch my clit half the time and I still come screaming. Solo sex is elite. No awkward rhythm, no guessing games…just pure, selfish pleasure.” They both turned to me, grinning expectantly. We were arranging stuff for me and Caleb's usual romantic night. He's finally home from his three day journey to his mom. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, but I smiled anyway, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You two are ridiculous.” “No dodging,” Jasmine sang. “Come on, Lena. When’s the last time y

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My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

It was pure pleasure. I pushed the door open a crack and froze. There she was, naked on our bed, legs spread wide, while her best friend Lisa was on top of her. Lisa had this thick purple dildo strapped around her hips, and she was driving it deep into Sarah's pussy with steady, hard thrusts. Sarah's hands were gripping the sheets, her back arching up every time Lisa pushed in. "Fuck, Lisa, right there," Sarah moaned, her voice all breathy and desperate. "Don't stop, please, it feels so fucking good."

I pressed gently against my most private place, gasping softly at the spark of pleasure that shot through me. I closed my eyes and thought of Mr. Blackwood. In my imagination, he was standing over me in the study again, but this time his eyes were darker and hungrier. I pictured him stepping closer, his large hand reaching out to tilt my chin up so I had to look at him. “You’re such a sweet, innocent little thing,” dream-Damien whispered. “I wonder how long that innocence will last working under me.” My fingers moved in small circles over my clit through the fabric of my panties. The pleasure grew quickly, with each moves I made. I slipped my hand inside my panties and touched myself directl

“You’re so beautiful when you let go. I adore hearing you moan like this. Every sound you make goes straight to my cock. You’re making me feel like a king tonight, Sylvia. So fucking sexy and open for me.” His sweet words melted something deep inside me, mixing with the raw heat until I couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and the affection began. I slipped three fingers back inside my pussy, curling them to press against that sensitive spot while my thumb worked my clit in tight, steady circles. My hips rocked shamelessly, chasing the building pressure. “Tell me another fantasy,” I gasped, my voice husky and breathless. “Something dirty. Something that makes you groan for me.”

His hand slid higher under my dress and met the bare skin of my upper thigh and kept climbing without hesitation. The glove was warm from his body heat. When his fingers brushed the edge of my underwear I made a sound against his mouth that I could not swallow in time. Damian answered it with a low, rough noise of his own and pressed me harder into the shelves. Books shifted at my back. One spine dug into my shoulder blade. I did not care. “Quiet,” he murmured against my lips. “Unless you want the next person in that hallway to hear exactly what a slut, the Lee cute princess really is.”

into his pillow while I humped his sheets like a bitch in heat. Would he drop his bag? Would he curse under his breath? Or would he just step inside, kick the door shut, lock it, and say in that low, dangerous voice: “You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you?” The fantasy snapped something inside me. I rubbed harder. Faster. Wetter sounds filled the room—obscene, slick, desperate. My thighs trembled. My toes curled into the sheets. I was so close—so fucking close—teetering right on the edge, breath coming in short, frantic pants—

The girl turned away, putting on headphones leaving Gianna, myself and our last seat mate who was already asleep to ourselves. My heart slammed hard, my pussy juices flowed freely ruining my panties and to ruin me completely, she slipped her hand into my flowing sundress and dragged her nails on my thighs. Every thread of control shattered my eyes watering at the sweet torture but I couldn't make a sound. Fear and desire coursed through me in waves as she sat calmly, more relaxed than I was, her nails drawing circles on my inner thighs. “I can feel your heat” she whispered, eyes looking around us and licking my ear causing me to recoil.