Lesbian Erotica Excerpts Novels & Stories

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

“This pussy. These tits. All of it.” I nodded, beyond words. Third orgasm hit harder. My body locked. I dug my nails into his shoulders and came around his cock in long pulses. He groaned and followed, burying himself deep and flooding me. Hot. Thick. Until I felt it leaking out around him. We stayed joined, breathing hard. He pulled out slow. Cum dripped down my thigh. Afterward, neither of us moved for a long moment. The linens smelled like wax and dust and him.

She was being used from both ends, her body shaking with the raw power of it. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud and messy in the quiet room. Her pussy gripped Jax tight, squeezing him with every deep thrust, while she sucked Marcus hard, her eyes rolling back in her head. Leo was right there too, his hands rubbing her clit and squeezing her bouncing breasts, making sure she was feeling everything. The heat was exploding inside her. Jax started to move even faster, his dick hitting the back of her pussy over and over until she couldn't take it. She felt her body snap, her pussy pulsing in hard waves as she had a massive climax. Jax roared and came deep inside her, his hot load filling h

Her thighs spread as she walked to within a foot of the frantically masturbating young man. “Look at my pussy,” she whispered, pulling her delicate pussy lips apart so that he could have a better view. “Isn’t that so much better than that cold impersonal piece of paper?” She stepped closer. “Here, smell…” He bent forward quickly, his tongue lapping at her wet slit and she threw her head back, reveling in the feel of his slick tongue against her clit and her lascivious behavior. Her knees quivered and he put his hands on her hips, pulling her over his mouth, slipping his tongue inside her. Lacy’s moans became louder and her hands went to his ears, pulling him into her heat.

I slipped into my room, locked the door, and yanked the curtains shut until the room was dim and secret. My hands shook as I pulled my favorite dildo from the nightstand—the thick, veiny eight-inch one I’d only ever used thinking about girls like her. I shoved my shorts and panties down in one motion, kicked them away, and fell back onto the bed, legs spread wide. I opened my laptop, clicked straight to my favorite lesbian video—the one with the girl getting a massage and a proper fucking after. The moans filled the room. I didn’t even bother with foreplay. I rubbed my swollen clit in fast, desperate circles, then slid two fingers deep into my dripping hole, pumping them while I watched the

The way her breath had caught when I touched her last week, the soft swell of her mound under my gloved fingers, the faint sheen of arousal I’d seen between her thighs when she thought I wasn’t looking. I leaned against the wall in the private room, unzipped my jeans, and pulled myself out. Thick and already leaking. The head flushed dark, a bead of precum sliding down the underside. I wrapped my fist around the base and stroked once—slow, deliberate—picturing her on my table again. Soft curves. Full tits straining against her bra. That delicate flush creeping up her neck when I’d said her skin took the lines beautifully. I remembered the others: Claire, married ten years, wedding band flash

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

Another voice from the dark: "Let me touch her." Rome's grip tightened. Amara opened her eyes. It was Levi. Silent. Watching. Wanting. "Let him," she whispered. Rome looked up at her, shocked. Her cunt clenched around him. "Please." Levi stepped closer. His hand brushed her breast, and she moaned so loudly it made someone else groan. Then his fingers were between her thighs, rubbing where she needed it most. She fell apart. Her orgasm hit like a storm, tearing through her until her vision blurred. Rome cursed. He wasn’t far behind. She felt him spill inside her, hot and thick, and she didn’t stop riding until he was shaking.

ARC 15 : CROSSING THE LINE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit lesbian sex including tit sucking, fingering,, face-sitting, thigh grinding, mutual masturbation, squirting, cum tasting, slut-shaming, corruption kink, and intense best-friends-to-lovers angst with heavy emotional tension Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits. ---- Bella’s POV It was a beautiful Thursday in the dorm and finals week was right around the corner. The entire atmosphere was tens

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.