Lesbian Erotica Excerpts Novels & Stories

Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

It lit up nerves in a raw, electric way. “Fuck her ass, Kael,” Leo encouraged, his own hips twitching as Sasha’s hand worked him. Kael’s pace intensified. His hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as he drove into her. The wet, slapping sounds of their joining filled the alcove, a vulgar, rhythmic music. Abegail’s moans became continuous, low and ragged. The stretch had transformed into a deep, rolling pleasure, a sensation that built in her core alongside the throbbing ache in her pussy.

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.

“I… I don’t approve of this. You have a wife. I won’t be part of breaking your marriage.” Yet when the elevator doors opened, she didn’t pull away immediately. I drove her home in my black Mercedes, one hand on the wheel, the other resting high on her thigh. I squeezed the soft flesh, inching my fingers under her skirt until I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. “Spread your legs a little,” I commanded softly. “No,” she whispered, but her thighs parted just enough for my fingers to brush against her panties. They were soaked. “Fucking liar,” I chuckled darkly. “You’re drenched, Stella. Your body wants this even if your morals don’t.”

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

My moms; my beautiful, sexy stepmoms, fucking like animals on the counter where they prepare food. Thia’s athletic body glistened with sweat, her toned abs flexing while Leah’s curves jiggled, her ass cheek spreading on the marble. Even after all these years, they were hotter than any p**n I’d jerked to. My cock was rock hard, begging for release. I pulled it out right there in the dark, stroking slowly before matching their pace. Pre cum coated my hand as I watched Thia bite into Leah’s shoulder, their moans echoing desperately.

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.

Emma grunted, her voice low and filled with the need to show Isabella exactly what she had signed up for when she agreed to anything. “Reading lesbian spicy books is an unhealthy addiction that I have kept from you,” Isabella revealed one of her deepest secrets with a moan, while she focused on running her fingers playfully on Emma's exposed thighs. “Oh, I see. Since when have you been reading lesbian smut?” Emma squinted her hazel eyes at Isabella when her hand seemed to be getting bolder. “You don’t have to worry about that.” Isabella countered as she smiled up at Emma. She couldn't bring herself to reveal that it was since the very first day they met.

Your fingers trace forbidden roads, On my offered body, fragile and strange. Murmurs open like prayers, Trembling intoxication on the edge of the flesh. Shadow embraces shadow in fevered silence, Desire lights up with luminous bursts. In the deep night where our tears merge, Eroticism blooms, wild and soft. --- Chapter 1 — Confessions of a Desire Clémence