Lesbian Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Their eyes, both staring at me like I was theirs. I slid my fingers between my thighs and gasped. I imagined both of them, one behind me, one in front. Jake kissing me sweet and slow while Julian fucked me hard from behind. I imagined four hands, four lips, two cocks in me. I moaned softly, circling my clit, hips moving. I imagined them fighting over me, taking turns and tangling together above me, around me, inside me. I came with a c ry, water pounding down over me and knees nearly buckling.

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.

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 ask. Kira doesn’t say a word, so I stop. "Rhys," she begs. "Is it?" I ask again. "Yes," she mumbles. "What else?" I demand. Kira shivers when I trail my fingers down her stomach. She moans my name, the sound of it rushing straight to my cock. I pull her shirt open the rest of the way. "Here’s what’s gonna happen." I kiss her belly. "You are going to read me every one of those fantasies, and I will make them come true." Another kiss, this time much lower. "I will spend the night giving you something real to write about."

The fantasy she'd described in her application but hadn't been sure she could actually handle. "Green," she said firmly. "I'm green." "That's our girl," Silas said with a grin, pulling her onto his lap. She sank down on his thirteen-inch cock with a moan.....he felt different than his brothers, hitting different angles, creating different sensations. Silas gripped her hips and started thrusting up into her with steady rhythm. Then she felt Damien behind her, his hands spreading her ass cheeks, his cock pressing against the opening Xavier had already prepared.

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

My chest slammed into the spines of a hundred leather-bound books. "Ugh!" I groaned, the rough texture of the books scraping my skin. He didn't use a desk this time. He stepped up behind me, his massive body pinning me against the shelf. He didn't even take off his pants; he just unzipped, his hard, heavy dick pressing against the crack of my ass. He reached around, his large hand gripping my throat—not hard enough to choke, but enough to remind me who held the power. He spat into his palm, using the meager lubricant to roughly prep me with two fingers. I was already leaking, my cock pulsing with a mix of terror and sick, addictive excitement.

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