Lesbian Daisy Chain Novels & Stories

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

Daisy questioned me, sounding angry. Then I turned to her, and smirked. “Misplaced priorities, entitlement mentality. That’s what is making you get things wrong. Anyway, let me set your mind straight for you, tonight. I am pregnant with a healthy baby, for Max, my husband. And you know, the moment I give birth, you will no longer be of any use. Even if Max finds it difficult to throw you out because of his good heart, the pack council would ensure he does that, as the rules have to be followed, especially by the leaders.” I said, without taking my eyes off her.

It wasn’t about sex. It was about control. I thought about the nights I had spent on the streets, the way men had used me, discarded me. I thought about my stepmother, about the way she had stripped me of my worth and turned me into a shadow of myself. And then I thought about what Selene had said Choice. For the first time, I had one. Damien raised his glass toward me from across the room, a silent question in his eyes. I lifted mine in return. If this was my rebirth, then so be it.

Demitri has barely left the room, we keep bringing people in we know are linked, hoping one of them mentions who the mole is, but none of them speak before he kills them. All week we have given Daisy clothes to wear. I have emailed her a list of jobs in the morning. Which she seems to be doing. I had something installed on her laptop, so I have seen everything she has done on it. Including looking up places that are known as a safe haven. I’ve seen her searching for places to live, everything. She is getting ready for when she can walk. “Ready?” I look up and see Marc. I don’t know if I am ready. I have no choice though.

I said softly, and then we kissed passionately. *** End of Chained to the Billionaire

Liz demand not aware to the expression of shock and confusion in the nervous Diane -0-0-0- Diane and Liz entered the Ballroom, she was mesmerized with around the Ballroom, Castle Ballroom typed two floors with stairs in the middle of the room, decorated with several chairs and round tables, the lights there shined like crystals, she had never visited Gala like this, maybe she also has not followed the trend, in fact this is America, no doubt the progress changes very fast happening

"I don't care how it looks. I just need to get the antidote from their main headquarters." Daisy reached out and touched the side of my neck, checking my rapid pulse. A sudden spark of static electricity snapped between her fingers and my skin, making the fire in the hearth jump higher. She pulled her hand back slowly, her eyebrows knitting together as she felt the power of the mate bond inside me. "You are planning to run away," Daisy whispered, sounding low and serious. "You are sitting here pretending to listen to Damon, but you are already planning to go down to the coast alone."

Her hand trailed down to fondle my swinging breasts, pinching the nipples roughly, sending jolts straight to where I was filled. “God yes, it feels incredible, so full and dirty, keep kissing me while they fuck me,” I panted into her mouth, my hips grinding down harder on Logan’s face, feeling his nose bump my clit as his tongue delved deeper. We rearranged into a full daisy chain then, bodies linking in a sweaty, heaving mass on the rug: Logan flat on his back, me still reverse on his face, pussy grinding on his tongue; Daniel behind me, his cock buried deep in my ass, thrusting with wet slaps; Juliet swinging a leg over to straddle Logan’s hips, guiding his rock-hard cock into her pussy, s

Daisy entered in time with the music. She was wearing a black leather harness top that cupped her breasts from below, pushing them up into dramatic, oiled cleavage. A matching black lace thong was all that covered her below. She had on fishnet stockings and tall, sharp heels. A spiked leather choker circled her throat. Her hair was in a messy, deliberate bun, tendrils framing her made-up face. She looked like a sin made flesh.