Romans & histoires Lesbian Love Story Books

She answered in a sleepy voice. "I love you." I said and she raised her head to look at me in the eyes. "I love you, Allison. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. I love everything about you and I don't care if you don't love me right now. I'm willing to wait till you do. I can't wait for you to be crowned as my Luna. It will be the most …" I couldn't finish my statement as she got up quickly and straddled me. Before I could say a word, her lips were on mine. She had gotten bold these days and I love it. I placed my hands on her waist and then moved to her butt, squeezing it gently as I got lost in the kiss. Her hands went inside my shirt and she ran her hands through my biceps, e

“United by the will of the Moon Goddess, the both of you have come to declare your love for one another before her, as a confirmation that you respect her wish to unite your two hearts into one. Do you, Alpha Anthony, take Jennifer to be your Luna and mate from now until the end of time, or do you wish to stray on a different path from the will of the Moon Goddess. State your wish.” Jenny's head dropped and she shut her eyes tight, feeling her inner wolf radiate with joy while wishing there was a way for her to not have to go through these questions, only jumping into a life of forever with Anthony, her mate. They had felt themselves fated to one another from childhood, and she could not thi

Theme: Fucking the husband and his best friend Cool air from the air conditioner whipped against Leah's exposed pussy, making her shudder. She was currently on her back with her legs drawn back over her chest. Her hands gripped her legs to keep her pussy exposed. Just being in that position, facing the door and knowing what was coming for her made her sopping wet.

, Cierra said politely. Cierra was the new secretary after HR moved Leila to Armstrong’s office to be his secretary. He was angry at first but he later accepted it. It seemed logical after thinking about it, it was not a good decision to mix work and personal affairs together and that was exactly what he and Leila had been doing from the get go. Now that he was thinking about it, it was probably better how it ended , even now that he felt like he could not trust her anymore. First the issue with her husband and now the pictures?. He had not fully accepted the fact that she was actually a married woman. He started having second thoughts about Leila Baker, he loved her but maybe she was not it

She suggested, "Why don't you just divorce her? Then, we can be together openly, without hiding anymore." To her surprise, Reynold looked at her with disgust and shoved her away harshly. He snapped, "What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?" He continued, "Adrianna is my wife—how could I possibly divorce her? Just leave—I don't want to see you anywhere near me or her ever again. I don't want to upset her." Monica's expression froze as she asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Reynold, didn't you tell me I was your favorite?"

I sank into the worn velvet armchair tucked between the stacks, the one customers sometimes used to read a chapter before buying. I opened the book. The first story was about a librarian and a stranger who came in after hours. I laughed under my breath. Too on the nose. But I kept reading. The words were lush, explicit. The stranger’s hands on her thighs, the way he whispered commands against her ear, the slow build of tension until she begged. My pulse quickened. Heat pooled low in my belly. I glanced around—the shop was empty, windows dark, street noise muffled by snow. I was alone.

The dusty attic felt warmer and safer. Suddenly, I felt a budding arousal growing in me. See the girls huddled together reminded me of my lesbian p**n addiction. What would it feel like if all of use practiced an orgy? I realised I wanted more than these stories tonight. Celestine picked up my phone from the cushion. A notification lit the screen. Her eyes widened gently. "Isabelle. This notification—it’s from a lesbian p**n site. You were watching that?"

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* We are moving towards the end of the story. What next story would you like to read? Forced marriage or pregnancy or divorce. I have three plots in my mind right now. Also, thank you for reading this book. I really appreciate all of you.

****** He was no longer hers, Larissa thought tearfully as she watched her husband being stripped by the cackling Witches. She had been blindfolded and dragged before being tossed in a hall full of witches. Silently, her tears fell. She was helpless, powerless, against them, and for the first time in her life, she wished she had been taking human blood. She had hated the fact that she had to take human life before she could eat, so she'd stuck to taking the life of animals instead. Now, look where it got her — tied and subdued like a lamb headed for slaughter. "Like what you see, girl?" Oanez appeared beside her, her wicked smile baring missing tooth.