Lesbian Collection Novels & Stories

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

A pillow under my ass, any thoughts of Cecil banished as Sarah gave me a long and exquisite tongue fuck. Inviting me to meet some of her girlfriends on Tuesday afternoon. Just as l had guessed they were all incredibly attractive lipstick lesbian, bi-sex women, beautifully groomed in designer clothing, three around my age, a fourth one Marie much younger in her mid-twenties. One of the women I recognized as an important politician with a husband on numerous business boards.

Lissa and Dan were happy to oblige my request to wait to find out the sex of our baby, but we all desperately wanted to see the little darling and get new pictures. I'd taken scads of photographs of Lissa every chance I got. I wanted to commemorate what she'd done for us, and I wanted to be able to show our son or daughter pictures of the pregnancy. I didn't know if Lissa would want one, but I was working on memory books, carbon copies, so we both had the same thing. I couldn't wait to add these pictures to those albums. It wasn't just a tribute to her-Dan, Brett, and I were in there as well. It was a collection of our lives.

“Explain? There's nothing to explain, Kamilla! I don't want to hear a word from you. Just get the hell out of this house! Now!” She spun toward her father, Mr. Alfred, who was sitting up on the bed, his cock still semi-hard and slick from me. “And you…I'm so disappointed in you, Dad. How could you? With my best friend?” “Daughter, please, let me…” he started, reaching out, but she cut him off sharp. “Don't! You're a devil, Dad! A total devil for doing this!” “Kamilla is my lesbian partner!” Katrina blurted out, her voice firm like she was staking a claim.

“We are so much more than that.” Cassandra stepped forward and gently tilted Lily’s chin up, forcing her to meet those hypnotic crimson eyes. “We are the Crimson Sisterhood. Ancient. Eternal. We have walked this earth for centuries, feeding on desire and blood. We are lesbian vampires, my sweet pledge. And we choose only the most delicious, innocent girls to join us.” Lily’s heart hammered. She should have been terrified. She should have run. Instead, a strange heat bloomed low in her belly. Her nipples tightened against her dress. A trickle of wetness dampened her panties.

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.”

I clutched the robe tighter. She smiled, slow, lethal. “Investors. Collectors. Men—and a few women—who pay seven figures for exclusivity. Live feeds, private screenings, custom cuts.” She tapped the screen; a new folder opened—ARCHIVE. Dozens of thumbnails cascaded: women, men, couples, all bound, all filmed, all catalogued by date, “trial number,” and a star rating. Some faces were blurred; others weren’t. “You’re not the first, Lena. But you might be the best. Your orgasm face alone is worth a quarter million.” I backed up until the bed hit my knees, the mattress dipping under my weight. “I didn’t sign up for p**n.”

“I've come for my last session and maybe a goodbye cause I'd be out of California as well “his gaze carried surprise. Yes I know he probably wasn't expecting me to go out of the town right after my last session like I was running away. Chloe came to sit next to the both of us. My eyes went to her cleavages at a go. I can't believe I'm a lesbian and also straight at the same time. I've sucked on her big pussy, preying it open with my hands, fucking her with my fingers as I watch her squirm for Mercy while doctor Manuel stroke his dick with his eyes filled with lust looking at us I've sat on this very desk and have her lost in my boobs while she fuck me senseless with her dildo and doctor Manu

"But I like it." I stepped back and I leaned arching my spine and pushing my breasts out, knowing he had a perfect view of my cleavage. "I'm not teasing, Damien," I said, my voice steady and sure. "I want you. I want you to see me, to touch me, to take me right here on this desk." "I'm your sister's husband" he tried to reason but I pulled him closer and made my breast bounced again. His eyes roamed over my body, "Your lips," he said, his voice a growl. "That red lipstick... it's driving me crazy."

Chapter 15 (Lesbian x Threesome.) Mia’s POV I don’t even know how to start this without sounding like a complete mess. Maybe because I am. Lori and I were walking across the hallway that afternoon with our fingers intertwined as we were laughing loudly about some stupid article in that Teenage magazine she swears by even though I had no interest in them. She said they were something about pastel nails, bbls and the biggest tea about the top power lesbian couples.