Kisah Lesbi Novels & Stories

Another woman hovered over Cassie’s face, grinding her vagina against her lips, and I felt my stomach lurch as Cassie’s tongue darted out to lick. My brain stalled completely. Cassie was committing an abomination. The humans called it lesbianism, but in our world, it wasn’t some casual thing you joked about or experimented with. It was something people got punished for. Badly. Up to fifteen years in the dungeon. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Cassie snapped, pushing the woman between her legs away, her movement careless enough that she bumped into the one above her. That broke whatever hold the scene had on me.

We stayed locked together until the aftershocks faded and the vibrator was switched off. Later she brought water and we drank in the half-dark, legs still intertwined. Conversation returned in soft pieces. She told me about a book she was teaching that semester. I told her about the novel that refused to end. At some point she set the glass aside and kissed me again, and the kisses grew deeper, hungrier. I found myself on my stomach with her behind me, her mouth trailing down my spine.

But it made her curious, is he bisexual or was he really gay like rumors would have it. "And in my defense, I was actually in a LGBTQA club in Russia, I was meeting with a very discreet client who wanted to create the biggest underground brothel and invited me to one of his clubs to sign the contract and celebrate our collaboration. Well, let's just say with Russian weed and their alcohol, I ended up having sex with a transgendered woman and I got pegged," Azariah thought back to the experience and he couldn't believe he was actually turned on by the experience. "So, are you like pansexual or something?" Amy asked, processing everything he was saying.

"Did it for me? How could you possibly do it for me?" "I never loved him despite the fact that he treated me nicely but I always wanted you.So I poisoned him slowly for two years before he died.I did it for the love I had for you" "What about your brother? Did you also do that for me? huh?" "He called me a slut so I tampered with his brakes.He had an accident and died" "You are heartless Zasha.Imagine killing your own husband and brother for stupid reasons.Back them in school what we had was just a fling, but you let it get into your head..."

"I have no idea why I was hurt, but I know who did, or at least participated in it. This woman I started to date, she took me into the woods for a date and then she attacked me. Some other woman came not too long afterwards and almost took me out." I said. "But they didn't." Miza said. "Couldn't." Kwen said. I smiled. "Hell no. I look sweet but don't fuck with me." Kwen looked at me again through the mirror. "Awww shit. I gotta another Psy on my hands." I didn't know what she meant, but she turned around to face me. I won't lie. Both women were absolutely gorgeous, but Kwen took my breath away. "So you're lesbian?" "Bi."

He let the word hang, his eyes dragging down her body, clad in a simple tank top and jeans. “Or what?” Kelsey asked, her heart hammering against her ribs. The blond, whose name tag read ‘Carter’, stepped forward. His voice dropped, a rough whisper meant for her alone. “Or you service the house. All of us. Every brother. Mouth, pussy, ass. You take all our cocks, rough and raw, and you don’t say stop. You do that, you’re one of us. No paddle. Your choice.”

"Good. And now, I'm going to fuck you hard and I want to hear you scream..." ***** If you would like to learn how Kirstie (Debbie) first met James and Michael, read 'Mastering the Virgin' And the story continues for Kirstie and Ryan when they return in 'Charlotte's Search' (Part Three - 'The Sin Of The Parent')

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?

Athleticism can compensate for failure to practice a dance routine, or bedroom antics and these ladies performed expertly. Our disposition didn't initiate a lesbian love fest. Both Amazons were purely heterosexual; good friends and comfortable with close proximity, if not their nakedness. My status was that of facilitator. I lured them into a triple kiss, with the added whimsy of Tadêfi's fingers playing along our lips so that she could capture every gasp, deep breath and moan.

I whimpered, "Please Krissy I..." I stopped when after kissing my thigh, Krissy sat up and laughed, "Calm down Keri, we're not going to lesbian rape you, we're not into girls." She paused. "Of course we did have to lick each other's pussies In front of the rest of the sisters to get in." "I faked my orgasm." Laurie said grinning. "Sure you did." Krissy rolled her eyes. "Please let me go." I whispered pathetically.