Lesbian Fiction Online Novels & Stories

She'd long been surfing lesbian story and movie sites; and lately, a lesbian BDSM site. She was now deeply involved with the fantasy of being a dominant lesbian, and doing the things to other girls that she had seen in some of the hardcore BDSM and bondage movies she enjoyed. Brenda Hinson chuckled to herself as her energetic daughter dashed by her home office in response to the sound of the front doorbell. 'Easy, kid,' she thought, 'it's gonna be a long afternoon.' She had no idea. Snatching the door open, the dripping girl excitedly said, "Hey Kelly, drop your stuff in my room and come out to the pool with us. Brrrr ...shit, it's feaking cold in here!" Vicki dashed back outside to the pool

'' Said Tala softly. Luna let out a sigh and went to get ready for bed thinking too herself. Well shit I messed this up big time! but she doesn't seem to know. Has she never seen a werewolf, or maybe she just never knew that our eyes turn color when we turn. Does she know we exist? If so I wonder what she thinks of us. Is she afraid, predajust. Should I run from her and just stick to other wolves like my family says. They are going to be so angry when they find out I am gay let alone find out I'm dating an human ( not knowing that Tala had her own secrets)

Slow steps. Night dropped heavy. Alone, I jerked off to reminisces. Cara’s mouth on me in the steam, picturing Lana’s hands, so soft, wondering. Came fast, shame mixed with the kick. Wiped up, scrolled her I*******m, real shots, beach books, that smile again. This is okay, I told the dark. Okay as hell. But deep, the hook dug in. Cara’s envelopes were gold, Lana’s texts were fire. And fire? It burns if you play too close.

This is a lesbian story of soaked panties, and pussy on pussy. ************ This happened a few weeks ago. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. It’s been playing in my head, over and over, like my body needs to remember every second. I had to write it down. I had to let it live somewhere outside of me.

When I was alone, I would touch myself while watching women pleasure each other, imagining how it would feel to have a woman’s mouth on me instead of Jake’s fumbling attempts. We broke up shortly after graduation, and I moved back home, relieved to be done with him. That breakup, combined with the boredom, turned my p**n habit into a full obsession. I would lock my door, turn down the lights, and browse sites, searching specifically for “lesbian” or “girl on girl” content. My favorite videos were the ones with genuine heat—the way one woman would pin the other down, spread her legs wide, and devour her like she was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.

After that I walked into the lecture hall about ten minutes late for classes. Instead of the calm I expected to see, the entire hall was louder than normal. The professor hadn't arrived yet. The girls were clustered in groups and whispering fast with soft giggles. Guys leaned over desks with their phones out, showing each other something. “Did you see him yet?” one girl asked her friend. “They say he’s from the UK." Her friend squealed a reply. "He's so hot. And I heard he wrote like three books on advanced dynamics.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it relentlessly with his tongue. Sasha had unzipped Abegail’s dress, pulling it down to her waist. Her mouth closed over Abegail’s other nipple, sucking hard while her fingers pinched and rolled the one Leo wasn’t lavishing with attention. Abegail was being consumed from three points, sensations bombarding her—the sharp pleasure-pain on her breasts, the sinful, wet heat between her legs, Leo’s mouth and hands roaming her stomach, her sides. “I want her ass,” Leo said, his voice thick. He produced a small bottle, slicking his fingers. Kael didn’t stop his relentless oral assault as Leo’s finger, cool with lube, pressed against her tight back hole.

This time she locked the door and braced a chair under the handle. “We have to be quieter this time.” she whispered, already pulling my shirt off. She kissed me hard. I kissed her back the same way. We fell onto the bed still warm from earlier. Isabella reached into her suitcase and pulled out a thick purple strap-on and a small bottle of lube. My stomach flipped with fresh heat. “On your back, open your legs wider for me.” she said, her voice low and rough. I obeyed. Isabella strapped the toy on, coated it, and rubbed the thick head through my still-slick folds. She pushed into me slowly at first, watching my face, then thrust deeper until she was buried to the hilt.

/LUKE/ I sat on the edge of my small bed, staring at the walls. It had been three days since I left Chase’s luxury apartment, and I had finally stopped trying to lie to myself. I wasn't gay—I still liked girls—but I had officially experienced what I could only call a hole awakening. I wanted Chase’s dick. More than that, I wanted to feel the weight of his balls slapping violently against my ass cheeks just like I had seen in his bedroom.

I had time. My fingers hovered over the keys for a second. This was ridiculous. I was Lucien—beta of the entire werewolf kingdom, feared in battle, respected by warriors. And here I was, about to search something no one would ever believe. I typed it anyway. “How to pleasure a woman without penetration.” I added quickly: “but using fingers, tongue, other ways.” Enter. The screen filled with results. Articles. Videos. Heat crawled up my neck, but I couldn’t look away.