Lesbian Erotica Novels Novels & Stories

The assigned text, Bataille’s Erotism, was a descent into philosophical darkness. It spoke of the sacred and the profane, of violence as a gateway to ecstasy, of transgression as a necessary rupture of the mundane world. Elara read it in her small apartment, her body still sore and marked from the last session, the words resonating in her bones. She understood, now, that her thesis was not merely an academic exercise. It was a lived experience, a mapping of her own violation and transcendence.

I leaned down and gave her pussy and asshole a quick lick, making sure everything was good and wet, it was and I put my throbbing cock head between her pussy lips, she lifted her full ass towards me and I grabbed her firm ass cheeks and pulled her tiny body onto my cock, her pussy was surprisingly tight for a woman who had delivered three kids through that sweet pussy in just over 5 years and as I pushed in she took my whole cock with a lilting, ‘ohhh. She expertly squeezed my member with her pussy as I started to thrust in her harder, building up speed, she tipped her ass up, dug her nails into my ass, and came the first time from my cock in her hole with a gasp. I stopped, lifting her up t

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.

Sleek, bright, gel-coated hair matched a sleek, bright decadent image; and though her body was just about as womanly as it was possible to be, she dressed it as if it were a man’s. Elliot knew who she was, of course. On the first night she’d already looked vaguely familir, and on the second, he’d asked the barman about her. It hadn’t surprised him at all that she was the famous erotic novelist Diamanda; in fact he couldn’t understand why he hadn’‘t recognised her immediately. He had her photograph at home on the back of several book-jackets. His goddess was as famous for her hedonistic, rule-breaking lifestyle as she was for her passionately purple prose: it was well-known in this city and i

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

When he pressed against my back, I felt something cool and smooth against my inner thigh, the spine of a book. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” he said softly, voice dripping with dark amusement. “One of my favorites for nights like this.” He dragged the edge of the closed book slowly along my soaked pussy, the leather teasing my swollen clit. I whimpered, pushing back, but he held me still. “Patience,” he chided. “We’re going to use literature properly tonight.” He set the book aside and replaced it with his cock, rubbing the thick head through my folds, mixing our juices. Then he thrust in deep from behind, making the ladder shake slightly.

“I’ve had a long day at work. All I want to do is watch Sage squirm for you.” I lay back on the bed, my head on the pillows and my legs spread wide for Laila. She crawled closer up the bed toward me, on her hands and knees, stuck her ass up into the air, and dipped her head between my thighs. Fingers pulling my folds apart, she glided her tongue across my clit. Constantino rested one knee on the bed behind Laila, his large hands all over her ass. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. When he pushed himself into her, she moaned against my clit, making me clench harder.

“You will take everything I give you.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. Heat flooded my core at the raw authority in that voice. I stopped beside the door, barely breathing, listening as Lord Blackwood fucked the woman with relentless intensity. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, until they peaked in a broken scream of pleasure. I stood there trembling, my pussy throbbing, shame and arousal warring inside me. Only when the sounds finally quieted did I slip away like the invisible girl I was supposed to be. Back in my room, I lay on the bed, replaying every moan, every growled command in my mind.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.