Lesbian Passion Novels & Stories

"Isabelle. This notification—it’s from a lesbian p**n site. You were watching that?" My cheeks burned. The others looked at me with curiosity. I could not hide it. "Yes. I have been addicted to watching lesbian p**n for a while now. It started as curiosity about my own feelings. Now I watch it almost every night. Please don’t judge me. I feel so embarrassed admitting it, but I touch myself thinking about women together. Don't think less of me please." Aurora touched my hand reassuringly. "No judgment here Isabelle. We all have hidden desires. In fact this could be perfect. Instead of watching alone we could try it out now with each other. Get the real experience ourselves. What do you think?

His hot tongue flicked over my nipples as steady footsteps walked towards us. My jeans was pulled down and I hissed as the cold air brushed against my thighs. The cold didn't last for long as Cassien pushed two fingers into my hole. “Master,” I cried in pleasure, my body convulsing as he started moving. Lucien's lips was still on my breasts while his hands kneaded my other breasts. My mouth fell slightly agape as I arched my hips, grinding against Cassien's fingers. “Patience Luna,” Cassien chuckled as he moved even faster.

I saw it all in her both times I approached. But there was something else too. Dilated pupils. Goosebumps. Hard nipples under her shirt. The fire in her eyes. Desire. She knew she should run from me, but she didn’t. I knew I should stay away, but I didn’t either. God knows I’m a damn son of a bitch thirsty for revenge, but I drew a thin line to achieve my goals. She and her sister were just two brats. I had decided not to make two girls pay for their father’s mistakes, because even I had limits.

Never have I ever made out with a girl, but God the feeling was out of this world. She pulled my polo over my head, exposing my breasts. “Nice boobs,” she winked as she started working the button and zipper of my jeans. I glanced over at Tristan. His eyes had darkened, by an emotion I could not quite explain, but I could tell he was far from enjoying the show. I peeled off my jeans and she giggled as she led me to the bed. She pushed me down on the bed and climbed onto me. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, this certainly not her first rodeo and I wasn’t just talking about the gay sex.

She ground into me as she moaned into his mouth and he stiffened now hard again into my bottom. With a shuddering heave and a muffled howl, she shoved somehow even more onto my fingers and orgasmed, gushing into my hand. It was better than I could ever have possibly imagined during all of our teasing talks. Feeling a woman shudder below my hand like that was as breathtaking as if I'd come myself. I was astonished realizing that. I had no idea. For the first time in my life, lesbians made perfect sense. * "Oh, I fuck married people all the time, you know? But never just husbands or wives. Only together. A girl has to have standards, you know."

“Someone will hear.” Despite my protest, my clit throbbed with need. Heat gathered like a firestorm in my lungs as those strong, deft hands caressed me, molding to my hips and thighs, stoking the fires higher and hotter until they incinerated my reservations. “No, they won't.” James sank to his knees and pushed my knees wider, granting him an unfettered view of my soaked arousal. His eyes gleamed up at me, dark and bright as volcanic glass. “It's my apartment.”

The taste of his mouth was like fire, igniting a flame deep within me that burned with an intense passion. With a fierce determination, I began to strip away our clothes, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against mine. Athen's hands were everywhere, running across my body, pulling me closer to him as we lost ourselves in the moment. The hut was filled with an electric charge that seemed to pulse through the air with every breath we took. Our bodies moved with a desperation born of a passion that had been kept at bay for far too long. Each time our skin touched, it was as if sparks flew between us, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing moment.

Mad I can't help but let out soft moans when his tongue delved deeper into my wetness. I can't even keep my head still because of the intense sensation I feel. He held both my thighs hard and wide apart as he continued sucking me down there. I whimpered in pleasure when his movements went faster, not letting me hold on to the thin line of sanity left in me. I can hardly recognize my own voice in the dizzying feeling he gives me. He looked up to me with longing and desire, lust and passion altogether written on his face. I'm quite sure my expressions reflected his.

Even though I'm a horny girl I still get standards, and trust me they are pretty high. I'm in my current predicament because my business partners thought it would be nice to have our once in every month meeting this time at 'Passion' which they clearly know would be impossible and 'difficult' Passion is what anyone will call rich, expensive and everyone's fantasy. Not only was it built for the rich but even amongst the rich, not every rich person can enter. And luckily all my business partners have access to Passion so they thought it would be the best place this time. But here we are all horny and wanting to be anywhere else but in that hall, we choose to have our meeting.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.