Lesbian Novels & Stories

Candace begged nervously, her voice was trembling. Lulu whimpered as an answer. "I am not." "You are not what, Lulu?" Candace reached for her hair and pushed it to the side impatiently to see her face. Lulu whimpered again as trying to open her eyes. She seemed exhausted and still didn't make a move. Candace caressed her cheek tenderly and repeated her question. "You are not what, baby?" Lulu took a deep breath and sighed. "Lesbian." Candace couldn't get what Lulu meant for a second. She blinked her eyes a few times, then relief spread within her. She let out a genuine laughter and asked. "You are not lesbian?"

“I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.” My mouth fell open. “Wait…what? Are you gay?” “I’m bi, babe. What’s there not to love about women?” She leaned back, counting on her fingers. “The ass? Soft, round, perfect to grab. The boobs? God, the way they bounce when she’s riding your face. The pussy? tastes like fucking heaven. But back to what I was saying…you should see the way this girl fucked my brains out.” She launched into it, voice dropping low and filthy.

When she’d dipped her tongue into the slit in his side, his c*ck had come to attention and saluted her for her ministrations. Leslie slunk back to her bedroom once the door was closed behind her and climbed back into bed. She picked up the small doll that she kept next to her pillow. There was a turtle beside it with a green shell. She’d had both of them for over twenty years, and when she’d first discovered her sexuality, she’d spent many a restless night pleasuring herself with one or the other pressed tightly against her pubic mound. Finally, she looked into the turtle’s eyes and said, “You’ve missed me, haven’t you? Admit it.” She giggled, adding, “Don’t worry, I might still have some us