Lesbian House Party Novels & Stories

That’s Pam. “Welcome to the House of Love where your wet dreams await to be realized!” And that’s Kacey, delivering an obviously scripted spiel that should have sounded cringey to the ears but, since it was Kacey who did not give a damn, it sounded busty as hell. Another giggling fit followed me and Fae as we walked further inside, util my wife recovered enough to tease her friends about their outfits. We arrived at the hall with the four women all flushed as they cackled like witches. Before I knew it, we were ushered inside the well-conceptualized party circle. Fae stared slack-jawed. I shook my head, but I couldn’t control the grin that split my face.

She didn't answer. "We are part of a group that hosts parties every other Wednesday. We rotate houses. Basically all the husbands like to fuck desperate white girls like yourselves. Some of the wives do too, but that's another story. Last week there wasn't a party so he hooked up with you and you must have liked it, because here you are." She punctuated that statement with another stinging spank. "But did he see my email?" I asked again. "Maybe, but probably not. He was focused on preparing for the party. He was helping Sam, the host, get his place ready."

But the moment I touched him, he recoiled—like I was laced with wolfsbane. He pushed past me as he bolted into the bathroom where the sounds of violent retching echoed. I was left standing, a wave of shame washing over me. I had planned everything—the red wine, the music, the underwear, the perfume. I had envisioned a perfect night, but Lucas couldn't even bear to touch me. Why? I turned to the mirror, searching for an answer in my reflection. Behind me, the gagging continued, each heave slicing deeper, over and over. It was as if my mate was vomiting out his revulsion for me.

But, I couldn't guarantee the fact that she didn't. Soon, both were leading the way so I quietly asked her where we were going to which she answered that she would make me meet his guy friends, with whom she spent last year with, so I just nodded and followed but I still felt uncomfortable by the word "guys". We took the stairs and reached the third floor in no time. The third floor was less crowded and a lot more quieter which brought peace to my disturbed soul. The third floor was also smaller compared to the other floors so no wonder it was less crowded. While climbing up, all I could here was moans and laughs and shoutings coming from each direction. The party house had plenty of rooms s

Art had just trotted upstairs to Lee's room to tell her we'd arrived. I'd been to the Nicole's house several times, yet their decor always made me marvel. Everything was blinding white as a trick to impose the Victorian-ness of the house, which somehow made me sit up straighter. Lee and Art's mom was very proud of her lacrosse trophies, and had arranged them in a neat line on a shelf. She even referred to their living room as the 'parlour'; she was not happy when a party at their house got busted and she found a gay couple making out aggressively on the chaise lounge. It'd been fun jumping out of the window to run away that night. West was gloomier than usual, so much that even Troy noticed.

Once the place was perfectly inhabited by the Lycans, Lucas decided to throw a party. Though Lucas was shunned by his very own clan members, let it be the commoners or the Lycans from the Royal Family, they would attend his party because they were scared that Lucas might burn with rage at him if they thought of skipping the party. Like most of the parties, the party of celebrating the acquisition of the new territory was held in the night time in the woods stretching from the outside border of the Clan House that was located at the center of the Moon Shine Pack that was now labeled as Moon Shine Clan.

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

’ Lochlan asked, a slight frown creasing his brow. Damon, sensing the boss’s displeasure, grew bolder with his gossip. ‘They’ve taken over the lakeside villas. They were making a racket all last night, so I would imagine they are all sleeping it off now. Out of the fourteen people he brought, ten of them are… well, very attractive young women. They threw quite a party in Mr Saltzman’s villa last night. The cleaning staff this morning reported… quite a scene. An embarrassing number of used condoms.’

Leah's POV "This isn't a girl's night out," I mumbled to myself as soon as I walked into the Sheridan Club. This high-end clubhouse was my favorite party house in town. It was a place where werewolves gather to unwind and have fun. The interior design was sleek and modern, with high ceilings, plush leather couches, and large windows that offer a stunning view of the city skyline. Unlike other poorly-lit live houses in town, the lighting inside Sheridan Club was soft and warm, creating a relaxing ambiance.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.