Lesbian Erotica Short Novels & Stories

she whispered. That one word... it undid something in me. I let my fingers explore more, pulsing in and out of her wet pussy— all while watching her face. Her lashes fluttered, her breath caught, and she squirmed just slightly in her seat. "Keep your legs open for me," I murmured and she parted it wider, hand gripping the door handle. "That's it." She whimpered again — that quiet, breathy sound that was making me go crazy. My cock hardened inside my pants and the need to fuck her hole in car grew but I knew I had to hold myself back. Layla might be back any moment.

All I could do was feel ecstasy, and his tongue going down to my belly button from my boobs. He slowly removed my shorts, licked my thighs and bit them, he kept licking it as he sent his fingers to my clit. Circling it slowly, and put a finger into my pussy. “Uh..hh” I gasped. He shoved another finger in it, culling them in me slowly as I felt wet cold fluid on my clit. He was licking and sucking my clit, flicking his tongue so fast, that my feet started shaking and I came all over his face.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

The sheet beneath her was already a lake. Liam pulled out until only the fat head stretched her entrance, then slammed back in so hard her tits bounced up and smacked her own chin. He did it again. Again. Again. Each thrust forced another gush of the last six loads to squirt out around his cock and splatter his balls. Rita zoomed the camera in on the mess. “Look how loose she is already,” she cooed. “Watch her cunt gape when he pulls out.” Liam did. He spread her lips with his thumbs and the hole stayed open, a dark pink tunnel drooling white.

Perfect for nights like this. I also grabbed my phone. The secret folder was right there. I opened the video of all three of them playing basketball shirtless last summer. Their bodies glistened with sweat, muscles moving under tanned skin. Mike’s broad chest, Jax’s defined abs, Kane’s powerful arms as he jumped for the ball. Their laughs, their deep voices calling out to each other, it was all I needed. I spread my legs wide, knees bent, and ran the tip of the dildo along my soaked slit. I was dripping already, the silicone sliding easily through my wetness. With my other hand I hit play on the video, turning the volume low so only I could hear.

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

I reached down to wash my pussy, my fingers lightly brushing over my clit, which was already hard and sensitive. Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door creak open. I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. Through the frosted glass and the thick steam, I saw a tall, dark shadow moving. I knew that silhouette anywhere. It was Leo. He didn't say a word. He just opened the shower door and stepped inside, fully naked. His skin was already bronzed from the sun, and his dick was standing straight out, thick and hungry, easily reaching that nine-inch mark I was now addicted to.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

But yet, I couldn’t look away. Demien had flipped Miss Lena onto her hands and knees. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, top dragged up so her full breasts hung heavily. Demien knelt behind her, his thick, hard cock, easily eight inches and veiny, glistened with her juices he had lubed up with his fingers. He gripped her hips and slammed into her in one powerful thrust. Lena moaned loudly, pushing back against him as he started fucking her hard.