Lesbian Feet Novels & Stories

White skin, check. Face? Nah. Is that even a face? She approached us with two other women behind her. But how they walk towards us amazed me. The surroundings are like in slow-motion. Just like Catriona Gray did? Lava walk? But their walk is called differently. 'Whore walk' it should be called. They look like fools walking. It's still slowing down, you seem to be in slow motion, huh.

Whimpers were heard behind me, my people suffering. I wanted to scream, wanted to shout but I froze because, all of a sudden I could see feet. I could see feet I had never seen before. They were black and the toes were thin, claw-like but they were the best feet I had ever seen. I wanted to kiss them and worship them. I wanted to cry because I did not understand what was happening. What hell had fallen on us this time, our problems seemed to multiply when all I wanted was to find my mate.

“I still wanna know, bisexual women feel both dick and pussy, right?” Joe was drunk, talking in Zahn's face. “Now, people claim that lesbians don't feel dick at all. How's that possible?” Zahn looked at him like he was annoying her. “That's cause they don't.”

"I guess you do like my hair." Laura then proceeded to slowly work her hair back and forth across my nipples then sliding down trailed it across my stomach it tickled but in an erotic way sliding down further she tickled across my thighs then teasingly swished it across my pussy once before sliding all the way down to my feet. Laura took a moment to remove my heels then wrapping her hair around my right foot began kissing and then licking the top of it. I absolutely loved having my feet worshipped and couldn't believe she was into it.

Athleticism can compensate for failure to practice a dance routine, or bedroom antics and these ladies performed expertly. Our disposition didn't initiate a lesbian love fest. Both Amazons were purely heterosexual; good friends and comfortable with close proximity, if not their nakedness. My status was that of facilitator. I lured them into a triple kiss, with the added whimsy of Tadêfi's fingers playing along our lips so that she could capture every gasp, deep breath and moan.

Cali spun and headed toward the back of the store, where rows of shoes and boots rested on metal shelves, arranged by sizes. “What size are you?” “Eight and a half.” “Ooh, ooh! Check these out!” Cali held up a pair of above the ankle red leather boots with four inch spike heels. Leesa grimaced. The boots were so not her. “No way. They’ll make me look like a hooker.” Cali looked down at the boots and grinned. “Yeah, they might be a bit too hot for you. I think I’ll keep these puppies for myself.” “Can’t I just wear my black leather knee-highs?” Leesa asked.

Cindy went completely still in my lap, tilted her head to give me better access to her neck, and moaned softly as my fingers played with her pussy and clit. I smiled as I continued to bite and lick her neck, but I finally took the opportunity to look around the room. Rebecca was on her hands and knees on the floor with her face buried in Alicia's pussy. Alicia had one hand on the back of Rebecca's head and had her head thrown back as she moaned in pleasure. Nicole and Nancy hadn't moved and still had their faces buried in each other's pussies. Both sisters were moaning as they feasted on pussy and seemed to be very energetic in their newfound lesbian incest. I pointed all of this out to Cind

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.

Jennifer, trying to hide her arousal, said, "So lesbian talk is as blunt as hetero talk." "So it seems," Lara nodded, as she grabbed Jennifer's ankle and began to put the stocking on.. "I thought lesbians could try taking a girl's clothes off?"

Taylor stepped out of them, her glistening pink snatch bare and beautiful. Her wetness spread before my eyes. My feet were resting between hers, keeping them shoulder width apart and thus providing an uncensored view. As the seconds passed, the abundance of moisture gathered between her labia and trickled right down her evenly tanned thighs. A single droplet was seized by gravity and born directly onto my bare foot. The echo of that splash filled my universe. I dragged a finger from the back of her slit up to and over her clit. It was a little marble of a bud that peeked out like a budding flower upon receiving my touch. "I rest my case. Taylor Stern, closet lesbian."