Lesbian Mind Control Sex Novels & Stories

The princess gasped when her maidenhood was being fondled with deft fingers. Then a pair of tender lips wet with sweetness and desire found hers, and in that heated moment, Psyche lost every thought in her head. A wonderful feeling encompassed her mind and body. She writhed and wanted nothing than to be kissed and fondled by the Unseen One. "Husband..." she moaned from the crescendo of pleasures. "I told you that I am no husband," the beautiful voice whispered in her ear. "Then what should I call you?" "Call me love, Psyche, because that is what I am."

On her laptop screen, two women were having passionate lesbian sex, one licking the other. I bit my lip hard. I didn’t know she was into girls. The sight of her touching herself like that made my own pussy throb instantly. I should have left. But I couldn’t move. Lynn’s fingers moved faster. She moaned louder, her hips lifting off the bed. “Fuck… yes…” she whispered. I slipped my hand into my shorts without thinking. I was already wet. I rubbed my clit slowly, watching her. My breath was shaky. I had fantasized about her so many times, but seeing her like this was something else.

“What I could do to you. Every day. I think about the way you sounded when I touched you. How hot your skin got under my hands. How soft your moan was when I kissed your throat.” She exhaled shakily. “I could take you right here,” I said. “On your desk. I could fuck you so slow you’d forget your name. I could make you scream my name until you lost your voice. But I won’t. Not unless you ask me to.” She stepped closer. “I’m not good at this,” she whispered. “Good at what?” “Control.” I smiled faintly. “Neither am I.” She licked her lips. And then—barely above a breath—she said, “Close the door.”

I’d spent the entire week trying to convince myself I could keep control. Every time I pictured Lila walking back into my office—those cherry-red lips, that tiny skirt, the way she’d crawled to me last time like she was starving—I had to grip the edge of my desk and breathe through it. I’d jerked off in the shower twice a day, hand rough and fast, imagining her gagging on me again, her mascara running, her throat squeezing around my cock until I couldn’t think straight. But I always stopped short of coming. I saved it. Told myself if she came back acting like a brat again, I’d make her pay for every second I’d spent denying myself.

Being alone with a good book and alcohol or caffeine is the best feeling in the world, probably better than sex. The next day, I walked into Monet's and met a group of ladies who were fine as hell. I was relieved to see that there were no men here. At least if there was going to be a man, he should be gay, and we all agreed to that. We were six: Cindy Bellman, Aisha Mohammed, Drew Finch, Jessica Boston, Lexi Hale, and me. We were just six beautiful ladies who loved to talk about our favourite books and rant about how J. K. Rowling is a bitch for her transphobic tweets. Sometimes we'd just go out to have some fun. We weren't just a book club; we were a sisterhood.

The disdain in my voice shocked even me. He growled and enclosed his large hands on the left-over skin I couldn’t hold. A whimper left my lips. Unlike my previous caress, his strokes were fierce. Each pull made my knees weaker. Why did it feel so good? It had to be his pheromones. It had been some time since I had sex. Having sex with some random chick or guy was never my thing. It felt uncomfortable being in the presence of alphas and omegas alike. Ryder never liked my abstinence. He tried to set me up on any and everyone. I often canceled. My libido was non-existent anyway.

“Clo that’s a bit much, don’t you think? I mean…I can control my body.” “You think it’s funny don’t you?” she said, offended. “You’re laughing. You think it’s funny that sex can actually end up controlling you, why don’t you wait until you start seeing it happen then. Hmm? Let’s wait until it clouds your mind, until your pens, pencils starts bending like dicks in your eyes, your tables good enough for sex! Let’s wait until the workers around you start looking all appetizing and sexy in your eyes. Wait until you start actually imagining them doing crazy stuff to you, your ass getting spanked on that glass desk of yours, or even worse in that new Seraph section we’re working on right in Oxyge

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit lesbian sexual content, detailed descriptions of arousal and manual stimulation, discussions of watersports/urophilia, BDSM themes (domination/submission), graphic language, and taboo sexual fantasies. CHAPTER ONE Isabella studied her reflection in the rearview mirror as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She frowned.

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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