Lesbian Fantasy Fiction Novels & Stories

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at

On her laptop screen, two women were having passionate lesbian sex, one licking the other. I bit my lip hard. I didn’t know she was into girls. The sight of her touching herself like that made my own pussy throb instantly. I should have left. But I couldn’t move. Lynn’s fingers moved faster. She moaned louder, her hips lifting off the bed. “Fuck… yes…” she whispered. I slipped my hand into my shorts without thinking. I was already wet. I rubbed my clit slowly, watching her. My breath was shaky. I had fantasized about her so many times, but seeing her like this was something else.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

Genre: Explicit Steamy Fantasy Romance | Dragon Shifter | Dark Romance | Delayed Pleasure | Sex Toys Characters: Ziaanat: A headstrong, curious mortal woman with dragon blood she doesn’t know about. Tovian: The unhinged, brooding Dragon King, tormented by centuries of hunger, lust, and a prophecy that names Ziaanat as his only release. . .

Her clit throbbed visibly, slick folds swollen and needy from the long, tense auction. Damien’s voice dropped to a commanding whisper. “Touch yourself. I want to watch you make that pretty pussy come. Right now. In front of me.” Liora froze, mortified. “I… I can’t—” “You can. And you will.” His hand covered hers, guiding it down between her spread thighs. “Two fingers. Start slow. Circle that swollen little clit. Let me see how desperate my new toy is.”

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

My cunt was swollen, raw, and completely filled, the thick, white fluid slowly dripping out onto the dark wood. The woman looked up at me, a wicked, hungry smile touching her lips. Then, she leaned down and buried her face straight between my thighs, her flat tongue lapping heavily over my filled, hyper-sensitive center. The shock of her warm tongue hitting my hyper-sensitive flesh made my entire lower body jerk. I let out a loud, broken cry, my hips lifting completely off the desk as she swiped flat and heavy across my swollen opening. She didn't mind the mess at all; she drank it in, lapping up the thick, white fluid the Beta had left deep inside me, cleaning my skin with a fierce, hungry

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott