Lesbian Fantasy Fiction Novels & Stories

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

She opened her mouth, letting a downpour of spit fall on the tip. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up, and now when she knelt over me, I eagerly dived into her dripping pussy. Her tits were directly in my face as I thrust within her, and I suckled on her nipples while diving deep, deeper than Lily’s . Harper enjoyed the attention, bouncing on me with all the effort her abused teen body would allow. She ran her fingers through her hair, as it finally free to get her one and only wish. I grabbed her ass and thrust into her quickly, and she moaned again.

She'd long been surfing lesbian story and movie sites; and lately, a lesbian BDSM site. She was now deeply involved with the fantasy of being a dominant lesbian, and doing the things to other girls that she had seen in some of the hardcore BDSM and bondage movies she enjoyed. Brenda Hinson chuckled to herself as her energetic daughter dashed by her home office in response to the sound of the front doorbell. 'Easy, kid,' she thought, 'it's gonna be a long afternoon.' She had no idea. Snatching the door open, the dripping girl excitedly said, "Hey Kelly, drop your stuff in my room and come out to the pool with us. Brrrr ...shit, it's feaking cold in here!" Vicki dashed back outside to the pool

Meanwhile, I felt like yanking on the b*st*rd's nipple rings. My afternoon fantasy was frail in this b*st*rd's crazy play. She looked naive, biting her lower lip and feeling Lolita's tongue chewing her n*ppl*s like a hungry viper. Her meaty, bubble–like n*ppl*s had turned red and pointed under the s*ck. In a lesbian frenzy, she pushed her boobs up and down, sandwiching her tongue in between the motion until an exciting lapse crossed her clitoris. As I stroked my d*ck furiously, my scrotum suddenly shrunk, tightening up in a thrilling expectation. The tiny room's temperature suddenly hit past hundred degrees.

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.

into his pillow while I humped his sheets like a bitch in heat. Would he drop his bag? Would he curse under his breath? Or would he just step inside, kick the door shut, lock it, and say in that low, dangerous voice: “You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you?” The fantasy snapped something inside me. I rubbed harder. Faster. Wetter sounds filled the room—obscene, slick, desperate. My thighs trembled. My toes curled into the sheets. I was so close—so fucking close—teetering right on the edge, breath coming in short, frantic pants—

“Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?” Sophie nodded eagerly, already breathing faster. “Yes. God, yes I do.” Lucian looked at me. His eyes were still furious, he must think i’m stupid. Unfortunately, this was the only way out. Trapping another soul would protect me from being caught. I picked up the most forbidden book. “Shadows of Three” : a story about one powerful man claiming two willing women. As soon as I started reading aloud, the magic surged. Lucian’s melted into dark hunger. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”

My voice cracks, but my hand slides into her hair instead of pushing her away. She doesn’t listen. Her tongue circles my swollen clit, then sucks it hard into her mouth while pushing two fingers deep inside my sore pussy. The stretch reopens me, mixing pain with filthy pleasure. She curls her fingers perfectly, stroking that sensitive spot inside while sucking my clit like she’s starving for it. My thighs start shaking. “It feels too good… please stop… I’m not a lesbian… I’m not a slut—” But I am. My hips grind against her face, chasing her tongue. Wet sounds fill the room as she finger-fucks me faster. My big tits bounce with every jolt. Jake watches, stroking his thick cock.

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

His tongue followed, slow and thorough, licking her there while two fingers pushed back into her cunt. She moaned into the mattress. He kept licking, sucking, pressing his tongue against the tight ring until her arms trembled. He straightened a moment later, lined his cock up, and pushed into her pussy again from behind. He fucked her hard enough that the bed shifted. One hand stayed on her hip. The other reached under and rubbed her clit in tight, relentless circles. “You’re going to leave these blinds open every single night,” he said between thrusts. “I don’t care if your roommate is home. I don’t care who walks through the courtyard. You’re mine to look at and mine to use.”