Lesbian Fiction Novels & Stories

But here, I see Sodom, and it looks like Sodom would be good if my body would be explored the way those ladies were exploring each other’s body. “You saw them, right?” she asked. I shook my head. I didn’t want to say much, because I fear she might ask me to do the same with her. But doing the same with her in the privacy of my room would be good because no one would see us, coupled with the fact that I have not had sex for three whole years, and going lesbian is safer than getting a dick. “They don’t like doing same with me, even if I ask them to help me out, but you said you would be here for me whenever I need you.” She said, rolled out of bed and made towards me.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

Lena had always known she was different. At twenty-four, with a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts that strained against every top she wore, a tiny waist, and wide, soft hips that swayed with every step — she had never been able to control her cravings. It wasn’t just high libido. It was an addiction. A deep, aching need to be fucked that never truly went away. The moment her pussy got wet, her mind shut off and her body took over. She would let literally anyone have her if they wanted it. Old, young, ugly, hot, married, single — it didn’t matter. As long as there was a hard cock, Lena would spread her legs.

The sound is obscene. “Fuck yes— scissor me harder, Sophie!” I beg, voice breaking. “Let them see what a lesbian slut I am for my best friend.” She pounds against me, the toy thrusting deep with every roll of her hips. Her perky tits bounce as she rides me. The wand buzzes mercilessly against our swollen clits. I cum again, squirting violently around the toy, soaking her thighs and the bed. Sophie keeps grinding through my orgasm, chasing her own.

My jeans felt too tight suddenly, clinging to my thighs like a cage. “Take them off,” Leah murmured against my ear. “Let us see how wet that pussy is.” I obeyed. I kicked off my shoes first, then slowly slid the denim down, baring my thighs, my hips, my soaked black thong. Leah made a sound behind me — part moan, part growl — and knelt down to press a kiss to my ass cheek. Daniel’s breath hitched. “Fuck. She’s dripping already.” I was. A single line of wetness had soaked through the crotch of my panties, shamelessly obvious. I felt open and exposed. Lit up under their eyes like a toy they were ready to share.

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

It was another porn magazine. “Look at the new one I got” she said, scooting over to me. She sat close to me, making sure we were touching. She opened the magazine and laid it on her lap. She flipped a few pages. It was another lesbian porn. “So, you like girl on girl” she asked, looking at me. “Yeah, I just realized I liked girls about a year ago”. “Oh, so how many women have you slept with” she questioned.

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3. LISA I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers. My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them.

She ground into me as she moaned into his mouth and he stiffened now hard again into my bottom. With a shuddering heave and a muffled howl, she shoved somehow even more onto my fingers and orgasmed, gushing into my hand. It was better than I could ever have possibly imagined during all of our teasing talks. Feeling a woman shudder below my hand like that was as breathtaking as if I'd come myself. I was astonished realizing that. I had no idea. For the first time in my life, lesbians made perfect sense. * "Oh, I fuck married people all the time, you know? But never just husbands or wives. Only together. A girl has to have standards, you know."