Lesbian Passion Novels & Stories

“I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.” My mouth fell open. “Wait…what? Are you gay?” “I’m bi, babe. What’s there not to love about women?” She leaned back, counting on her fingers. “The ass? Soft, round, perfect to grab. The boobs? God, the way they bounce when she’s riding your face. The pussy? tastes like fucking heaven. But back to what I was saying…you should see the way this girl fucked my brains out.” She launched into it, voice dropping low and filthy.

There, she’ll be pushed to explore public submission, threesomes, girl-on-girl temptation, and more. If you crave dark, explicit stories laced with BDSM, dominance, rough passion, multiple partners, punishment, humiliation, and raw, forbidden heat, this one’s for you. * * * CHAPTER 1 — Axel Questionable bio… Left Only group photos … Left Not my type … Left “Hey, are you alright, man?” Levi asks. “Yeah,” I reply, dropping my phone on the table. “I’m just getting really fucking tired of getting catfished with all this online dating crap. Every time I show up to meet a chick, I feel like I’m playing Russian roulette.”

Lesbians, bi-sexual and straight women all have the same physiology, yet different visually, audibly, and olfactory stimuli were specific arousal cues. Most lesbians didn't like Old Spice, The Firemen of New York calendars and Enrique Iglesias. At the very least they aren't throwing their panties at Enrique. Touch and taste tend to be unisex. Baring you having big, calloused man-paws, fingers are fingers and hands are hands. Taste is taste and more individual specific than gender-related.

[Warning! Lesbian Content Ahead!] ***** Back to the interrogation room, Detective Adrian looked the hooker sympathetically and asked, “Are you going to tell me where you stole the money, or not?” Meanwhile, she slipped her fingers back to her crack and forced two fingers inside her warm c*nt. Immediately, she rolled her face to the ceiling and groaned, suddenly arching her toes. Trembling under waves of ecstasy, Detective Adrian added, “If you won't tell me where you got the money, I'll play with your p*ssy until you cry.”

Forcefully, I rocked on the pillow, rubbing my clitoris in hopes that it would hit my pleasure spot but it was turning the need within me unbearable. Fuck, it was totally useless. I need Diego. I didn’t want to believe or even cross thought that the fucking lesbian had pushed me to this height. But I knew that it was a dick I needed and not some fucked up pussy. But something deep, labeled with curiosity chunked into my body where I was still pressing myself on the pillow. I typed on a lesbian video, wanting to see what was fucking special about it. Sucking and dragging my breath, I clicked on the first video which appeared on my screen and then fast forwarding it to the part where the real

ELLIANA'S POV One couple in particular catches my eye, their hands gently brushing against each other, their lips dangerously close. They dance with a sensuous grace, a shared intimacy that is both alluring and dangerous. My heart beats faster as I watch, my gaze riveted on the scene unfolding before me. The world of lesbians is new to me, a hidden world that I've only ever glimpsed in movies and stories. It's as if a door has been opened, a door to a world that I never knew existed. My heart pounds in my chest, my senses alive with the promise of something exciting and forbidden.

I chose silence, for some stupid reason, I couldn't stop thinking about Brandon, and arguing with my husband would only break my concentration even more. “But I'm a godly man. You've been begging me all these days to make you mine, to give you one child, another. I think I want to answer your pleas today.” I shook as a sudden fury grew in my chest. “Bill Allen, I begged you for years to give me a son, to even touch me in bed, but today I realized how crazy I was. I don't want you to touch me” I looked at him with deep hatred. “I don't want you to touch me ever again in my life.”

Even if he could be selfish, only his name would fill the heart of the woman who seems resigned beneath him. "Ah!" The tip of Levi's tongue makes Tata's body writhe uncontrollably. His strokes around her chest and further down to her stomach only ignite the woman in passion. The sheets they lie on are no longer in shape, mostly due to Tata's clutching at Levi's actions on her body. She's being treated so well. Full of tenderness that makes her even more impatient. However, it seems the boss knows best when to start and when to end it. Like now. One thrust that makes Tata wide-eyed. Their eyes meet where the flames of passion burn within.

he murmured amid Rula's sighs. "H—hm ...." Rula could only groan and assent, but she was powerless to stop. Rondolf had sapped Rula's energy tonight, but she wouldn't stop. Rula's torso became rigid. When she felt something exploding inside her femininity, she tightened her arms around Rondolf's neck. "Rondolf, please give me an unforgettable peak of passion," Rula begged. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her lips parted, enabling Rondolf to follow suit by pressing his lips and tongue against her mouth.

"Like who?" "Like all the other guys who just want to fuck me. I know I am hot. I know the reaction I can get from men and women. I am desirable, and I know how badly they want to fuck me. I don't want to just fuck someone. I can fuck anyone I want. I want to be fucked by someone who has passion." "Passion? How do you know I have passion?" She told me it was because I got angry at a seashell. And I apologized for throwing it.