Lesbian Passion Novels & Stories

I don't know if I should like him more for being honorable or hate him for not finding me attractive at all. “Now, you do?” “I still don't.” “Oh!” “Not really.” He sighs. “It's still weird.” “Because you've never tried thinking about it.” “You have?” “Countless times.” I admit. His eyes flash with passion. “In different positions.” I add. “Chelsea,” he groans. I lean forward, my eyes fixed on him. He knows what I intend to do and doesn't move away. The first contact of my lips with his has me reeling with pleasure. It feels better than I had imagined, a thousand times.

Her gentle but hot palms squeezed and caressed Lalisa’s chest, while her lips took possession of one nipple, sucking deeply and skillfully. On the left, Seren, the representative of passion and ferocity, was not to be outdone. She attacked Lalisa’s lower body without delay. Her large hands, slightly rough from hard training, roamed over her flat stomach before moving down to the center of desire, which was now wet and waiting for penetration. Seren’s strong fingers pushed into Lalisa’s passage, faster and deeper than she had ever felt before. It created a feeling of being stuffed that mixed with pleasure until Lalisa instinctively arched her hips to receive it.

she cried out as the surging heat of her passion seized her in its heated talons. Luke began to thrust his big cock in and out of her spasming pussy with even greater force to enhance the power of her release. He loved to watch passion contort a woman's face when she came, and Angela was no exception. The way her eyes rolled back and the veins in her neck popped out as she steadily screamed and convulsed beneath him turned him on so much he had to focus to keep from cumming.

he said finally. I leaned in for a slight ceremonial kiss, my lips had caught onto his, it wasn’t ceremonial, it felt diabolical, in front of all of them, I felt his tongue inside my mouth, his hands at the back of my head, I felt my body spark, his lips being the ignition.

over every fucking thing. That’s why I said yes when my friend Marisol texted me about this rooftop thing in Bushwick, it wasn’t some random bar night. It was one of those invite-only lesbian parties the girls in the know whisper about, the ones with the password at the door and the guest list that gets passed around in DMs. They call it “Siren” and it happens like twice a summer. Everyone’s hot, everyone’s queer, and nobody’s pretending they’re there to network.

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.

"Lily! You're a lesbian, you can't say that word!" Lily chuckled. "Why not? I'm a product of that very same sperm-egg magic, okay? It's still not scientifically possible for two hot women to bump holes and produce a kid... yet. Give science some time, though. I'm sure they'll figure out a way to make lesbian reproduction a thing." "I'll give you some time." Chelsea laughed out before his expression turned serious, as he remembered his heart to heart conversation with Sarah, about Arc. "What's that sigh about? Spit it out," Lily prodded.

Amelia "Deborah baby, introduce yourself to our guest would you?" "You're a monster." "Oh come on, I'd prefer enthusiasts.." His lips curled up into a disgusting smirk. I hate this man, so much. "Why would you do this to your wife?" "She never listened. I hate women who never listen. She was just like Becca, you know, the only difference is Becca has a stubborn sister while Deborah on the other hand, had no one." I could hear Deborah sniffing from the shadows. She was crying, who wouldn't? All Aaron did was talk and smile. He was getting the fun out of all of this. He was loving inflicting pain on other people.

When she finally sat on his cock and he entered her, it felt like he came home. “Oh baby, I can’t wait. Take all of me and don’t leave anything behind.” He cried out as his hips thrust up into her on their own accord before, he even knew he did this. Ana rode him like he was a bucking bronco and cried each time he bottomed out within her. The scent of their combined passion, and the feel of his driving desire. The emotions flowing between them had her riding one overwhelming wave after another. “It’s so close George more, please! More, deeper, harder. Yes!” she screamed as she came, her core clamping down on his cock as it milked him for his passionate response.

No girls who play baseball ever complained about having to wear tight pants, but I couldn't help feeling a bit self-conscious. "You always look like you're thinking," Charlotte said, causing me to turn my head to her. The laptop screen cast a glow on her face. My heart lurched forward when she didn't look away. Her eyes seemed like they couldn't decide between green or blue. If I leaned another inch forward, not only our thighs were met but our lips too. It began to feel as if there was a magnetic pull coming from her. But suddenly I heard Stefanie's big voice as she barged into the room.