Lesbian Passion Novels & Stories

Fuck it. She climbed onto his lap, clasping his face then tracing the angular lines of it with her red-painted fingernails. He let out a soft moan, his hands wrapping around her hips as her skirt rode up her thighs. The sweatpants were soft against her but that’s where the softness stopped. His fingers roughly gripped her, like he was having a hard time maintaining control. They stared at each other and closed their eyes as their lips connected. His hips bucked and his fingers jammed into her hips with a possessive stronghold. His mouth claimed hers with such passion she weakened in his embrace.

Her voice was authoritative and husky, a wild, inviting energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. Gabriel's protectiveness transformed into passionate surrender, a fierce, living force that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unexpected. His desire for Amelia was intense, a sharp, vivid energy that filled the air with life and the thrill of his need. His actions were urgent as he followed her lead, a bright, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the forbidden.

There was every indication that she was having fun; her body reacted to my every touch, and by the time I reached her core, she had pooled; she was ready for me. Without further ado, I started my mission there. With my fingers, I delivered slow pumps that tormented her. At first, she tried to stifle her cries. But when I got faster, they got louder. The friction produced squishy noises that cheered me on. I didn’t relent, not even when she begged. I promised her Nirvana, and I planned to keep my word.

"I'm not asking you to understand why I did it. You may never do... I know you can survive without the passion and just go with the flow, but for me, Dempsey, it's all I have. Which gave me courage not to sit down and cry over a disease that consumes me. My passion prompted me to play the piano and sing when nothing was right. My passion stayed with you, and one day I woke up empty. Chelsea shook her head, her eyes had completely lost the sexual tinge, to see that overflowing well of pain. —There was no longer that incomplete passion, but an immense hole, without reasons at all. Galvin helped me, and maybe it wasn't making love, but I felt something, even if it was physical. Staying with him

One of his strong hands had gripped her waist, while the other had tangled in her hair, holding her in place as their passion escalated. "More…" Evelyn whispered in her mind, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions and desire coursing through her. Her eyes had roamed over his ruggedly handsome face, and her fingers had traced the contours of his body—down his strong jaw, across his broad chest, and lower still. "Help me…" she had whispered, her voice thick with need. What had followed after was a night of uncontrollable passion, one that Evelyn could barely believe had happened. Now, as she stood in the aftermath, the weight of reality crashed down on her. She had just given herself to a man sh

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Finally, James broke the tension in the room. “Would you like to kiss her?” “James!” I bleated. “Unfair! That’s suggestion and you know it.” The man had been deliberately provoking her. Whilst I had no idea what kind of drug he’d given her, she’d better hope it was the one that knocked your memory out dead. Otherwise, she was going to have a very interesting lesbian interlude to add to her already impressive resume.

Some hell are better than the others, he thought. "I promise." He groaned. She burrowed deeper into him. "I'll never leave you, Dane, you know that, right? You come first....always." Dane would bet that the whole heavens were probably laughing at him from up there. So many people have gone and fallen in love with who they never should have fallen for....but he must be the first in history to fall for a straight-from-birth lesbian who is incapable of feeling any sort of sexual attraction for a man.

On her laptop screen, two women were having passionate lesbian sex, one licking the other. I bit my lip hard. I didn’t know she was into girls. The sight of her touching herself like that made my own pussy throb instantly. I should have left. But I couldn’t move. Lynn’s fingers moved faster. She moaned louder, her hips lifting off the bed. “Fuck… yes…” she whispered. I slipped my hand into my shorts without thinking. I was already wet. I rubbed my clit slowly, watching her. My breath was shaky. I had fantasized about her so many times, but seeing her like this was something else.

From that moment on, his love consumes me whole, making me forget what loneliness ever felt like. But in the third year of our marriage, someone sent me a private video of a man and a woman. It's from Rosa Conti, the same woman who once drugged Salvatore. In the video, Salvatore's voice is thick with desire. "Darling, of course I remember. The one who should've been in my bed that night was you." Then, Rosa sends me another voice message, taunting, "Arianna Moretti, for three years, he's been dulling your claws, turning you into something soft and spoiled. Everything he did was just to bring me back."