Lesbian Erotic Literature Novels & Stories

DAMON His hands spread my legs wider, and I can feel his breath on my most intimate parts. I’m already wet, already aching for him. “Look at you,” he groans. “So wet for me already. Did wearing this lingerie turn you on, little wolf? Knowing I’d see you in it?” “Yes,” I whimper. “Good girl.” Then his tongue is on me and I cry out. He licks a long, slow stripe up my center, from my clit to my entrance and back down. Taking his time, savoring me.

I growled. “You do, Eric,” she moaned loudly. “You… you have the upper hand.” “I’m so obsessed with you,” I said between hard thrusts. “I get angry when any man looks at you. Are you going to let another man touch your body?” “No,” she cried out. “My lips, my breasts, my pussy… they are all yours, Eric. My husband.” “Say it again,” I demanded, fucking her even harder. “My lips, my breasts, my pussy are all yours, Eric!”

And me—I'm exactly where I need to be, holding her steady while my packmates worship her. This is what reverse harem means. Not just multiple partners. But true unity. True sharing. All of us focused on her pleasure, her needs, her satisfaction. "We should move this to the bedroom," Luciano says, voice strained. "More space." "Agreed," I manage. But extracting ourselves from the shower proves difficult when none of us want to stop touching her. We manage eventually, water dripping everywhere, stumbling toward the bedroom in a tangle of limbs. Amaya laughs—actually laughs—and the sound is so unexpected, so perfect, that we all freeze.

Someone sucked gently on her clit while another girl slipped two cool fingers inside her, curling them perfectly against her g-spot. Lily had never felt pleasure like this. She moaned and writhed as the lesbian vampires worshipped her body, feeding lightly on tiny nips along her inner thighs, her breasts, her neck, never enough to turn her, just enough to send intoxicating waves of euphoria through her veins. “You taste so innocent,” Cassandra whispered, watching from above as she stroked Lily’s hair. “Tomorrow we will make you scream. Tomorrow you will squirt blood and cum for all of us while we fuck you senseless.”

Each thrusts of her cock drives me nuts, the ridges of her dick drives brutally, her tail pulls out of my ass only to manifest another thick appendage—this one ridged like her cock—and shoves back in, double-penetrating my ass while her main cock wrecks my cunt. I’m screaming now, voice hoarse, pleasure so intense it borders on agony. My pussy spasms wildly, squirting again in messy arcs that splatter the wall and floor. Cum from earlier leaks out around her shaft with every thrust, creamy and thick. “Beg for my cum,” she snarls, teeth grazing my neck. “Tell me you’re my possessed little whore.” “I’m yours—your whore—please fill me, breed me, ruin me!” The words rip out between sobs. Lira sm

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

“Show me how bad you want this biker cock.” Lily bit her lip, eyes dark with lust as she braced her hands on my tattooed chest. She lifted her hips slowly, letting my thick shaft slide almost all the way out until only the swollen head remained inside her. Then she sank back down, taking every inch in one smooth glide. We both groaned at the wet, filthy sound it made, my cum from the first round mixing with her fresh juices, making everything slick and messy.

I want him to toss and turn me around like his whore, to fuck me until I can't walk straight. His silence seems to motivate me, so I continue. I slowly reach for the leather skirt that I have on, pulling it off and kicking it to the corner before sensually pulling off my g-string. I throw it at him, and he catches it, bringing it close to his nose and taking a long sniff. My cheeks flush at his action, and then I see his jaw tighten as if he's trying to hold back. His eyes darken immediately, but I do not stop there. I walk over to his desk, pushing the laptop back and taking its place on the desk, my legs spread wide apart.

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

Suddenly a finger sank inside me, and quickly found that spot at the top of my cunt that tied into the clit and sent me soaring. I began to thrust up while hands covered my breasts, my hips raising nearly a foot off the cushions, hearing myself moan, and the woman humming into my box. No man had ever given me this kind of oral pleasure, and as I creamed wildly, a door seemed to open in my mind, a door to this lesbian sexuality I had never known, but would now seek out eagerly. The orgasm was every bit as good as the best Bobby had given me, and I entered that zone of pleasure he had revealed to me, seeming to soar out of my body.