Lesbian One Shots Novels & Stories

Her eyes pierced me, filled with a desire that mirrored my own. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Amber's lips were sweet, and her touch soothed the ache of Tasha's betrayal. For once, I let go, surrendering to the forbidden desire that had haunted me for so long. Our kiss deepened, the world around us melting away, leaving only Amber and this moment of reckless abandon. Amber's smile illuminated the darkness as she glanced at the clock, the soft glow of 12:00 AM casting an intimate ambiance. With a sly grin, she closed the windows, enveloping us in privacy.

From the corner of my eye, I could still see her lingering in the hallway, her gaze burning into my door. I opened the door to my room, hoping to find some peace. What I found instead was a shock. Lisa was there, standing in the middle of the room, looking at me with wide eyes. She was adorned in a silver dress, strikingly similar to the one Kiara had worn at our mating ceremony. I found myself staring wide-eyed at her face, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her beauty was stunning, almost breathtaking. Lisa was undoubtedly the spitting image of Kiara. She stared back at me, equally stunned. My eyes roamed over her body, taking in her curves, before landing on the broken picture

All she remembered was his golden touch in the garden she thought paradise. His one touch…his one whisper…his kisses to remembered for an eternity. She was…she is…she always will be Aiwa, the broken rose with smiling eyes. Her body, her mind belonged to the jackal of the night. She will never escape the shadows of darkness. Her fate was concealed on the day of sixteen candles lasting seven days. She was Gia…she was Mia, the woman with silent tears gleaming in the moonlight. Beneath the High Moon, in the Garden of Evil, forever more knowing only one touch, one whisper, one kiss, her eternity…

As far as I know, we are doing sixty-nine positions and for me, what we did was fair and there was nothing against each other. I started to lick the middle of her cut and even the small hole I entered my tongue. And what I did to her, she also did to me. When we got tired of that position, she made me lie down and lay on top of me. I know we are the same s·x and I still don't know how to have s·x between a lesbian and real woman. But I just left it to her because I know she has the experience. Until slowly our same s·x applied, and I felt the coldness of the liquid that settled in my middle. As her body swayed slowly, I felt a strange sensation that I had never experienced with my ex-husband

-Emilio- Anastazie showed up for the Mate's Moon Ball looking gorgeous. Her white hair shined in the moonlight and the red lipstick she had picked brought her goddess like features out. She was a sight to behold yet she was obilvious to the young Alpha who were unmated stealing glances at her. Many packs called her the snow white of the wolves due to her beautiful white hair and fair skin. And me in my young stupidity had tricked our pack that she was weird and ugly. I felt jealously as all the other young males oogled her. She was mine, I had known her the longest. Many of the men sniffed the air as she absent mindedly walked past them. They were all hoping she'd be their mate and their pac

I ground out, shoving my hands into my jean pockets. "I know what you're thinking, and the answer is yes." she sniffles. "We go way.. back, I was her first lesbian experience, and well..." She returns her gaze to Lisa with a faint smile on her face. "I mean, take a look at her," I smirk in response to her light-hearted chuckle. "Fucking women!" I rub my brow with my hand, too tired to be irritated. "What happened, I thought she had only been shot in the leg?"

They fucked her in the shower, against the walls, on the balcony where neighbors might see, and back on the floor in every possible combination. Lena had never been happier. Her body was completely exhausted but her pussy kept getting wetter with every new cock and every new degradation. She had finally found a group that might actually satisfy her endless craving, at least for one wild night.

I smiled and felt arousal begin deep inside me. Mr. Thompson was a beautiful man, tall, strong and as much a man as every woman he has been with desires in her bed. I watched him until his eyes locked onto mine and I held his gaze until Camille’s fingers cascaded across mine. I jerked back to her attention and saw the lust in her eyes. “If you ever decide you want to check out the other side, you let me know, huh?” “I might just do that,” I said, watching her get up from the table. Camille wouldn’t have been my first lesbian adventure, but she sure was a hell of a lot more alluring and sensual.

Mistress Dark said. As I did to Mistress Dark, I also did to my Master, a slow seduction of all of him, taking my time, engaging him, as much of him as I could, using my lips, my tongue, my hands. When I finally released his cock from his shorts, he was hard as a steel rod, the skin stretched tight as a drum over the head. I suspected he'd also liked the show; his slave licking Mistress Dark's cunt. I was experienced enough to know lesbian sex was a very popular type of porn enjoyed by men. Apparently two pussies were nearly always better than one.

I couldn't stop feeling insecure when I saw how skinny they were; I felt like I was overweight even though I wasn't. Surprisingly, one of the female models began flirting with me. To my surprise, she was a lesbian, which didn't show because she didn't look like the typical lesbian who wears male clothing. Still, there are various categories within the LGBTQ community. "I'm sorry, but I am not..." I was going to say that I am not a lesbian when I was rudely interrupted by the female model next to her, who appeared to be her friend. "Oh, Jessica! Is your standard so low that you like someone like her? I mean, come on! How could you possibly like a staff that isn't all that attractive?" I overh