Lesbian Erotic Literature Novels & Stories

I couldn't believe I had just sniffed Amaris' panties, what a rush. I dropped the panties back where they were and began to check the drawer. In it, she had some lotion, fingernails, and a book. In the bottom drawer, that is where the fun begins. She had 3 dildos of various sizes, lube, a vibrator, and a p**n magazine, which caught my attention. I grabbed and opened the magazine and started to flip through it. There was a naked posting for each session, and there was a picture of a girl licking the pussy of another girl. I wonder if this turned Amaris in as much as it did to me.

Her scent was intoxicating—sweet and musky. “Kiss it,” she instructed, her voice low. “Soft kisses up my thighs… then on my pussy lips. No tongue yet.” I followed her words exactly, pressing trembling lips to her inner thighs, then higher, kissing along her slick outer lips. She sighed happily, running her fingers through my hair again. “Good boy. Now use your tongue. Lick me slowly… explore every fold. Find my clit and circle it.” I dragged my tongue along her slit, tasting her for the first time. She was so wet. I licked deeper, then found the swollen nub at the top and circled it gently. Elara moaned, her thighs twitching around my head.

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.

She gasped and spread her legs wider, moaning theatrically for Lila’s benefit. “Fuck, Damien… your fingers feel so good,” she groaned. “Much better than a pathetic little slut like her could ever be.” Lila whimpered, tears spilling down her face again. The sight made my cock throb painfully. I pulled my fingers out of her and fed them to Lila, forcing her to suck Lena’s juices off them. “Taste what a real woman gives me,” I growled.

I would evasdrop, leaning against the door as he fucked those whores, who knew nothing more than to beg for his cock. Sometimes I would even finger myself as he groaned in pleasure, whenever I caught a girl giving him a blow job. Seeing the way girls enjoyed sex with him and often seemed to come back for more, no matter how harshly Leo treated them, I concluded that he must be so good in bed, so I wanted a taste too. I felt satisfied whenever he treated the girl harshly and was pleased with the thought of being the only lady he treated with care; all that was left now was to get that massive cock of his in my pussy.

Her voice is weak, frail, a stark contrast to the undeniable evidence beneath his touch. But her hips grind. It's a subtle movement at first, an almost imperceptible shift against his body, a small, involuntary twitch. Then it deepens, a rhythmic, desperate thrust, pushing herself against his fingers, seeking more, demanding more. It’s a primal, instinctive response, a betrayal of her own spoken word, a testament to the raw, animalistic truth of her desire. Her body, her rebellious body, is speaking a language her lips deny.

I’d spent the majority of my sexual maturity fantasizing over other women – when I first discovered how to bring myself to orgasm at a young age, it was from reading erotic stories about heaving breasts, hard nipples and streaming cunts. All my sexual experiences up till now had been with men, and they were great – I love men and don’t think that anything could replace the feeling of being fucked hard by a man with a big hard erection for you. Just because I wanted to experience a woman didn’t mean I was a lesbian. Maybe it just means I’m a horny slut?

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

When one had to cross between worlds to be with the other, the purest form of love bloomed and flourished even in the darkest place of Erebus. Hades kissed Persephone on the mouth so deeply, drawing on her beautiful scented breath like it was her own. Leaving the maiden gasping for air, she licked her way down Persephone's chin and burrowed her face into her firm round breasts. The dark goddess squeezed and devoured the hardened nipples earnestly. It made Persephone's heart leap against her ribs, and she gripped the silk on the bed and arched her dainty form. Her lovely face contorted with a strange new pleasure. Hades's hot tongue scorched her skin like melting lava. The goddess pressed her

Lia’s legs were still trembling as she slipped out of the restroom and hurried back to her last class. Ethan’s cum continued to leak down her inner thighs, soaking her ruined panties. Every step made her hyper-aware of the soreness between her legs and the filthy secret she now carried. She kept her head down, glasses slightly askew, cheeks burning. No one could possibly know… right? But she knew. And she couldn’t stop replaying it. Her pussy clenched at the memory, sending another trickle of his seed down her skin.