Lesbian Fantasy Fiction Novels & Stories

Your person is coming. She smiled. “Thank you.” He nodded, “Go home, young lady.” Kisha stood, then hesitated. Can I ask you something? “Of course.” Why did you stop to help me? He looked at her as though the answers were obvious. “Because you needed help.” Nothing more. No price, no expectation, no demand, just kindness. Kisha’s eyes filled again. She understood then. That was what Morgan had given her. That was what she had been searching for. Love that didn’t come with a contract, care that didn’t have conditions and a place where she didn’t have to perform to deserve belonging.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

She was winning. Days turned to weeks. More accidents: Bending over in the laundry room, ass up as she “searched” for a sock, pussy lips peeking from under shorts. Brushing past him in narrow halls, her hand “slipping” to graze his cock. Each time, Ethan’s fantasies grew darker—tying her up, edging her until she begged, then fucking her raw. Lila reveled in it, masturbating nightly to the thought of him begging, “Please, Lila, let me fuck you. I need it.”

fantasies of a lesbian romp with her fiancé's sister. She couldn't explain it, but what had started out as playful flirtation had become an obsession... which had taken hold not while Lara was aggressively flirting with her, but when she'd stopped. Somehow this made Jennifer miss the saucy attentions of her lesbian sister-in-law-to-be stroke Maid of Honour. Somehow this obsession was generating confusing thoughts and fantasies Jennifer hadn't had previously. Sure, Lara was cute... sexy actually, and sure, if she was ever going to explore her same-sex leanings, it would be with someone like Lara.

My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

She had no idea how much she turned me on, how much time I’d spent fantasizing about being with a gorgeous older woman like her. “You think that’s what it is? Incest?” “No.” she laughed, “I think it’s more of a fantasy. There’s a power dynamic, a familiarity, close proximity…” “Yeah. That is hot.” I said, shaking my head in agreement. “And the milf thing!” “Yes, Samson. And the milf thing.” “Seriously, that’s been my fantasy ever since I saw American Pie.” I said, recalling the elusive Stiffler’s mom. Mona giggled, covering her mouth and shaking her head.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

No girls who play baseball ever complained about having to wear tight pants, but I couldn't help feeling a bit self-conscious. "You always look like you're thinking," Charlotte said, causing me to turn my head to her. The laptop screen cast a glow on her face. My heart lurched forward when she didn't look away. Her eyes seemed like they couldn't decide between green or blue. If I leaned another inch forward, not only our thighs were met but our lips too. It began to feel as if there was a magnetic pull coming from her. But suddenly I heard Stefanie's big voice as she barged into the room.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office, obscene and primal. "Is this what you wanted?" Damien growled, one hand fisting in her hair and pulling her head back. "Wanted your boss to bend you over his desk and fuck you like the desperate little sl*t you are?" "Yes!" Ella could barely think, could barely breathe. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. "Yes, Sir!" His other hand came around to find her clit, rubbing tight circles that made her see stars. The combination of his cock driving into her and his fingers working her clit was too much. She felt the orgasm building, felt herself climbing higher and higher.

I admitted, “But, stabbing someone? That's not exactly what I'd call a conventional icebreaker.” As he turned to leave, I couldn't resist one last jab. “Oh, and next time you want to test someone's superpowers, maybe consider a less stabby approach. Just a suggestion!” “Talia, have you ever met a Lycan wolf?” Damien's voice was calm, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made me uneasy. I scoffed, feeling a mix of irritation and amusement. Here we go with the stupid questions again. “Stupid question? Is that what you think I ask?” Damien's eyes sparkled with amusement, catching me off guard. How could a human possibly know what I was thinking everytime?