Lesbian Passion Novels & Stories

“The storm is not a melody for a creature of lust to play with.” “But it is,” she insisted, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She reached out, not touching him, but letting her hand hover near the bare skin of his chest. The air between her fingertips and his skin spat and crackled with tiny, eager sparks. “Is lust not a force of nature? Is the peak of passion not its own kind of cataclysm? I believe our natures are not so different. Let me learn. Let me feel.”

she sobbed, her pussy gushing juices down his shaft. Across the room, Chelsea and Damien approached the missionary statue. Chelsea's heart pounded, her small frame trembling as she lay back on the floor, spreading her legs wide to reveal her pink pussy, already slick from the room's influence. Damien stripped off his shirt, his muscular chest heaving, and dropped his pants to let his long cock spring out, veined and throbbing. He positioned himself between her thighs, leaning down to capture her lips in a rough kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth while she kissed back hungrily, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Being a lesbian is a wonderful thing. Besides, none of us are really lesbians, we are simply bi." "Bi what?" "By choice. We can make love to anyone on the face of this earth and truly enjoy it. We are lucky. Now please get back to eating my pussy." "Oh," I said, lashing Arora's pussy with my tongue. Being below Arora's pussy had an advantage. All the pussy juices drained directly from her pussy, down into my mouth. I found myself swallowing convulsively as my mouth filled with savory juice. I lapped it up, sucked it from her pussy, and played with her clit, all in a choreographed symphony of movements. I loved being a lesbian. Arora had such a sweet pussy.

Cassandra raised her hand to her cheek, gently stroking her as she stopped at a red light. Selena held her hand, pressing her mouth to the center of her palm. “I don’t think that’s possible anyway. We’re lesbians!” Cassandra laughed, “I would say bi. Know your terms and… there’s always alternatives like the sperm bank, you know?” Selena pursed her lips, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of taking a random man’s seeds and getting inseminated by that.

Our attraction, making up for every blemish and every weakness. Our Passion was perfect regardless of our imperfections.

Lost in the throes of intense passion in the forest, I licked my lips, feeling my pussy throb excitedly. “Lewis… fuck me like you own me.” I said, my eyes flashing as Jade pushed forward wanting in on the fun. God, I loved how Lewis fucked me. He made me feel wanted. The passion radiating from him made my heart soar high up to the skies. I could feel his love for me through the way he handled me. … Hours later, we had just driven through a big black metallic gate. The whole Blackmist pack was encompassed in a big solid wall.

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.

She arched against him, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation, her nails digging into his back as she reached for the peak. Vincent lowered himself and kissed her once more. With each thrust, he reaffirmed his love, his devotion, and his unrelenting passion for her. The room soon filled with the sounds of their pleasure, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. It was a symphony of passion, a testament to the enduring strength of their love. As the fire between them grew, Isla surrendered completely. Something about Vincent’s intensity fueled her own desires, awakening a need in her that had long been dormant. She felt a primal urge to connect with him on this deepest level,

With a deep breath, I forced a smile, “Guilty Passion.” “What?” “You wouldn’t understand.” I mumbled, lowering my head. “Exactly. When you can’t then how can I? Let me ask you: Do you love my Brother or not?” With a gulp and lowered gaze, I replied, “No. It’s not love.” I looked up at her with a feeble smile, “It’s a guilty passion. Something we don’t want but couldn’t resist.” “Stop talking shit.” She scoffed and stood up. “You didn’t listen to me. Consummate your bond. Freaking Pregnant, want to keep the child. Changing Brother and inviting a calamity. Welldone, Avery! Well done!”

Lambert's strong fingers replaced his lips and tongue, teasing Lydia's skin inch by inch, igniting her desire. Her fair skin blushed a faint pink, like a delicate flower, sweet and irresistible. Lambert had reached his limit of endurance. The woman before him was his wife, his lover. His heart sank deeper and deeper for her, his body screamed to possess and claim her completely. Even though this wasn't their first time together, he still felt as if their souls were merging. In the moments when they were united, they realized they couldn't live without each other. Their passion soared, and they clung to each other desperately.