Lesbian Collection Novels & Stories

You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole. *Opening the door, you freeze seeing Stefanie Meijer, Mark's 40-year-old married mom, on the bed with your laptop open, voluptuous figure in a form-fitting designer dress hugging her big breasts and thick thighs, long black hair draped over shoulders, ocean blue eyes scrolling your filthy collection, full pink lips parted in arousal, plump pink cunt soaking through her no-underwear dress as she bites her lip schemingly.*

Fire the babysitter. Instead she reached between her legs again, still sensitive, still dripping. And as she touched herself to the memory of her husband coming inside another woman—on their couch, in their home she realized something terrifying. She wasn’t just angry. She was turned on. And she wanted to watch again. Next Tuesday, book club was canceled. Lauren told Ethan she was going anyway—said she needed the time away. She parked two streets over, walked back in the dark, and let herself in through the side gate.

The lock was flimsy, more for show than security, and it gave way with a simple click. Her breath caught. Good lord. Neatly arranged on a bed of black velvet lay a collection of items she had never, not in a million years, associated with Barbara and Mark. Silken ropes, a black leather blindfold, several vibrators of varying size and apparent intensity, a gleaming silver butt plug, a soft-looking feather tickler, and other, more intimidating implements she couldn’t name. Her face flushed with a heat that was part shock, part voyeuristic thrill. Her prim, perfectly-coiffed mother-in-law… and Mark, the stoic, retired accountant… into this?

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she murmured, voice husky from earlier cries. Mia turned her head, lips brushing Lena’s shoulder. “I want to feel you everywhere. All night.” Lena’s smile was slow, wicked. She rolled onto her side, propping herself on one elbow. “Then let’s play.” She reached for the small black duffel bag they’d both pretended not to notice earlier, the one Lena had packed “just in case” and Mia had teased her about. Now there was no teasing. Lena unzipped it slowly, letting the sound build anticipation. Inside: a sleek purple vibrator, curved and ridged, a slim silver bullet, a bottle of lube, and a smooth, double-ended dildo in soft silicone, deep indigo.

She typed a quick comment: “Trust me… he’s even better in real life than you can imagine 🔥” She locked her phone and exhaled shakily, thighs pressing together again. The next afternoon, after classes, Lila found herself inside a lingerie boutique. She browsed slowly, fingers trailing over delicate lace and sheer fabrics. Her cheeks flushed the entire time at the thought of Kai's reaction mixed with subtle doubt. What if he changes his mind and backs out? What if we get busted? Or he cancels?Her mind spiralled, still she couldn’t stop. She picked out a stunning red lace set: a bra that would barely contain her breasts, a matching thong that left almost nothing to the imagination, and a sheer

I bit my lips softly, leaning my weight back into my dressing chair. I loved lesbian books and p**n so much that I had secretly wanted to be a lesbian adult actor. “Yes Mummy,” the second female lead moaned. Slurpy gliding sound of wet pussies brushing over each other resounded loudly into my ears. I wanted so badly to be a part of this. I sorted my legs high on my table, pushing off the distracting book that laid on my way with my right leg. It landed face down with a loud thud. I didn’t care.

She made a gesture that emphasized her body. ...hella thick you are." A soft chuckle burst out of my lips as I slipped into my black suede high ankle heels, making my way to the vanity table, in front of the mirror. I was very pleased with what I saw; set and ready to slay all. But with only one man in mind. I applied my red lip gloss and promptly turned to face Olivia who still looked like I emanated from the zombie world. "I'm set, bestie. Now, let's skedaddle..."

It was cone shaped, hard rubber and it had a flat base, the tip was blunt but I was huge, my mouth watered and I gulped loudly. It looked familiar but I couldn’t remember where I had seen it. I picked it up, it was heavy but not risky kind of heavy, placed it on the couch beside me and picked up the other item. I was right, it was an outfit but it was a strange type kind. Something along the lines of rubber pants, a… skirt! I couldn’t believe my eyes and a necklace, just not your regular one. It came flooding in all at once, these clothes were used during BDSM! I had watched those at least twice and didn’t like it then but now…

"Don't try anything funny, okay? Some of the girls are still underage." She nodded vigorously with a wide smile. To our surprise, no one stopped us. I guess it was because they saw my VIP pass, or that they probably thought Karmen was one of the models. Elise was quite a familiar face that everyone just smiled at her as they passed by. Everything went smoothly. We got into the dressing room again. Girls walked around the place in their sexy underwear. "Oh my ovaries," Karmen breathed as she looked at them. "This is how lesbians get pregnant."