Lesbian Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 My brain had not stopped functioning as my body traitorously responded to the attention. A mermaid? Yes, he was wine, but really? I had only ever had one sex partner in my life; I wasn’t loose and didn’t play around. I had discovered I enjoyed sex with my former fiancé until I had found him cheating. We had tried a small of everything and he was always careful andgentle with me. What would be the harm to play the Lorelei, just this once? I’d never see them again after tonight.

When Lauren’s new friend, Vivian, invites her to a club she thinks will be a typical nightclub. But as she steps inside, she realizes it's a sex club. Her Thursday night takes a steamy turn that she never could have imagined. With a few cocktails down her throat, she lets her delirious urges cloud her mind, and soon she begins to crave sexual fantasies that she never thought she would. #SteamyNight #SexClubExperience #UnexpectedDesires #EroticFantasy #NightclubSurprise #ThursdayNightThrills #DeliriousUrges #AlexanderAndLauren #SexualAwakening #FantasyFulfilled

One hand in her hair, pulling her head back so she had to watch us in the mirror: my face tight with rage and need, her body jolting with every thrust. I pictured Alexandra in her place. Alexandra’s dark hair wrapped around my fist. Alexandra’s ass reddening under my palm. Alexandra coming around my cock with my name on her lips. The fantasy snapped something inside me. I came with a low, guttural sound—violent, emptying, furious. I filled the condom, hips jerking, vision tunneling. When it was over, I pulled out, disposed of the evidence, uncuffed her. She turned, eyes glassy, smiling like she’d won something.

His hand settled lightly on my shoulders, then trailed down my arm in a slow caress. When his fingers reached my knee, they slipped beneath the hem of my dress, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his fingertips grazed the damp fabric covering my pussy. “You’re drenched,” he observed, voice rough with satisfaction. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the lace, circling with firm deliberate strokes that made my hips jerk forward involuntarily. “All this from reading your own fantasies? Or is it because I’m finally touching what you wrote about so many nights?”

It stretches her perfectly, filling her up in ways she hadn't felt in ages. "You're doing wonderfully, Y/N," *she praises, biting her lip as she starts to move her hips in sync with yours.* "Now let's see if you can make mommy squirt like those hentai sluts did." *Y/N's mind goes blank as Stefanie's velvety walls envelop their aching cock, the sensation unlike anything they've ever experienced. Every subtle movement sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through their body, making it difficult to focus on anything but the incredible feeling of being buried deep inside this forbidden woman.*

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

“Walking up to a stranger at a party and practically begging for cock. Now look at you—blindfolded and dripping all over my bed like a desperate little whore.” The words made me even wetter and I moaned loudly, grinding my hips against the vibrator. Just as I felt the orgasm building again, he pulled the vibrator away completely and brought his hand down hard on my pussy. The slap echoed through the room and I screamed, the sting blooming into heat. He did it again. And again. Ten times total, mixing hard spanks with the vibrator pressed against my clit between them. By the tenth slap, I came so hard my vision went white behind the blindfold.

“I've come for my last session and maybe a goodbye cause I'd be out of California as well “his gaze carried surprise. Yes I know he probably wasn't expecting me to go out of the town right after my last session like I was running away. Chloe came to sit next to the both of us. My eyes went to her cleavages at a go. I can't believe I'm a lesbian and also straight at the same time. I've sucked on her big pussy, preying it open with my hands, fucking her with my fingers as I watch her squirm for Mercy while doctor Manuel stroke his dick with his eyes filled with lust looking at us I've sat on this very desk and have her lost in my boobs while she fuck me senseless with her dildo and doctor Manu

She’d decided to have one of those Pleasure Parties with the girls to embarrass Dana with the toys and stuff. All the boxes and displays were opened by the hostess. The girls giggled and laughed at the dildos and vibrators in various shapes and sizes. They turned out the lights for a demo of glow in the dark toys. They even had a condom blow-up contest that Leslie won. This was no surprise to most, being she was by far the slut of the bunch with a reputation for an infatuation with giving blow-jobs. The oils and creams were the most interesting. They applied them to each other and felt the textures and feeling of the lotions.