Lesbian Ageplay Novels & Stories

he added. “I thought that she was in her late twenties.” I thought out loud. “She is twenty-seven years old.” Jason answered. “But she is hot.” he added. “She is almost ten years older, dude!” Damien exclaimed. “That’s not the thing. I didn’t want to date her. I just wanted to mess with Mrs Reyes. But she sent her daughter away first. What can we do now? I wanted to pull a prank on Mrs Reyes that would make sure that she never forgets me.” Jason replied.

"Sera. Have you reconsidered?" The old bastard didn't even pretend anymore. Three months he'd been working on me. The Agosti family heir was dying—some degenerative disease, barely conscious—and the family was offering five hundred million for a "bride" to stand at his bedside. Purely ceremonial. Until he died. Then she'd be a very rich widow. Marry a corpse, save the family from bankruptcy. "I'll do it," I said. "On one condition." "Name it." "I want emancipation. Legal. Complete. I am no longer a Leone. I take nothing from you, you take nothing from me."

Just for one night with no strings, purely play. The words do something strange to me. Baby girl. Daddies. I’ve heard it before, on the street. Girls who whisper about it the ones who live a different life to me, and I'd always rolled my eyes and kept my distance from that world. But here I am now, with the kind of attention pointed toward me, and it doesn't feel so easy to dismiss it. Sighing, I go back to reading their profile. We don’t require age play, but if that’s your thing, we won’t say no. Whether you’re a submissive or a slave, or just a brat who needs a firm hand, we welcome it.

She passed the line of those who became his women, but the woman still looked young. "She's 19. Legal, right?" Yana replied as if pimping her friend. Maybe they all knew it was Leslie fancying Loren, so they are pushing her. I just hope she doesn't count among its women because it's a pity she's beautiful. Loren nodded softly, "Legal .. but I can't bed her." He said directly so Yana closed her mouth and they fell silent. "Well .. what do you even want? Do you have an age limit in bed?" Another funny question from a woman I don't know. She seems scared of asking but still did.

The maiden gasped at the sweet gesture. Then the Dark Queen climbed atop her maiden, getting in between her shapely legs, causing every sensation to intensify. Hades buried her face into Persephone's neck and breasts. It sent a wave of shocking pleasure. once their skin made contact. The maiden craved for Hades more than ever. She enjoyed the goddess's weight above her, the thrilling touches on her skin. It was both delirious and surreal -like a dream within a dream. "I love you, Hades," she blurted, but she did not regret saying it. The goddess's amorous words were hot against Hades's lips, branding them upon her skin. "You are my first joy and my last."

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

Louis said, then added without thinking, "Can I ask your age?" Lily stared at him, unsure of how to respond. "I'm sorry if that question is offensive," Louis quickly added. Lily smiled and reassured him, "I'm 27." Louis, visibly surprised, exclaimed, "Although you look younger, I would've sworn you were 30, given the way you interact with May!" Lily burst out laughing. "I'm not 30! I'm just 27!" Louis chuckled and shook his head. "You're just a year older than me. Stop treating me like I'm way younger, and think of me as a friend."

Asher leaned against his expensive desk as his eyes ran over her body. Lisa's heart nearly leaped out of her chest when she saw the interest in his eyes. " Miss Summers " Asher's voice was hoarse " Do you know the gravity of what you are doing?" " I am not a child," Lisa told him. Just in case he might not want to get intimate with her because of her age. She was eighteen and was perfectly capable of making this decision for herself. " I know what I am doing "

"I have some interesting information here. Do you guys want to hear it?" A hint of mockery flashed across Larissa's face as realization hit her. Ambrose didn't say anything just now because he had ordered someone to investigate Lena's background. "I want to hear! Mister, go on and say it!" Larissa supported him. Ambrose looked at her in adoration before replying calmly, "Lena Wood … Her official registered age is 23. However, she later changed it to 18." Larissa burst out laughing. "No wonder she looks older than her peers. It's because she has changed her age! She's actually five years older. How shameless!"