Lesbian Pee Play Novels & Stories

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

I slipped into my room, locked the door, and yanked the curtains shut until the room was dim and secret. My hands shook as I pulled my favorite dildo from the nightstand—the thick, veiny eight-inch one I’d only ever used thinking about girls like her. I shoved my shorts and panties down in one motion, kicked them away, and fell back onto the bed, legs spread wide. I opened my laptop, clicked straight to my favorite lesbian video—the one with the girl getting a massage and a proper fucking after. The moans filled the room. I didn’t even bother with foreplay. I rubbed my swollen clit in fast, desperate circles, then slid two fingers deep into my dripping hole, pumping them while I watched the

I slipped into my room, locked the door, and yanked the curtains shut until the space was dim and secret. My hands shook as I pulled my favorite dildo from the nightstand—the thick, veiny eight-inch one I had only ever used while thinking about girls like her. I shoved my shorts and panties down in one motion, kicked them aside, and fell back onto the bed, legs spread wide. I opened my laptop and clicked straight to my favorite lesbian video—the one with the girl getting a sensual massage that turned into a proper fucking. The moans filled the room. I didn’t even bother with foreplay. I rubbed my swollen clit in fast, desperate circles, then slid two fingers deep into my dripping hole, pumpi

Gemma said, glancing at you with a smile. "Oh, god no," Julie scoffed. "Honey, let me tell you - you ain't had a good pussy licking until you've been with a proper lesbian. Let me guess, he spends about five minutes down there, then pops and sticks it in?" Julie seemed to have the sense to try and at least pivot into whatever joke she wanted to get to, but Gemma wasn't letting her escape. "Actually," she said loudly. "It's more like twenty minutes of heaven."

She laughed, pointing to me. My face began to tingle with embarrassment. I clutched the glasses harder, making my knuckles white. Sebastian scratched his head. "No, she's not. Her name is Leslie; she's just a friend." Rachael set her hands on her hips and smiled deviously "No she's not! She's your wife! You guys ar-are married!" She then started dancing in a circle "Leslie and Sebastian, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" She chanted.

"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?

He said winking at me "I see, so who is the top in the relationship?" Malcolm asked smirking at me "Nathan is. At first we were in the switch but I decided that being a top wasn't for many and I love being a bottom" I said smirking back "Oh, because most guys are ashamed. Being a bottom is amazing but most wouldn't understand the pleasure we get out of it. They see it as a lower stage of homosexual and they think we're actual pussies" Malcolm said to me

"Achievements? Oh, I've played every single dating sim on the market! Full completion, all perfect harem endings, literally thousands of them. I gave every sad little pixel boyfriend a loving home. As for skills, my memory is insane. I can list every love interest's quirks, their birthdays backward, and all their famous lines!" Verda looked horrified. "Horror games are really going downhill. We've got a romance gamer with us? It's seriously pathetic." "You do realize the monsters here aren't just guys, right? All your little pick-me tricks won't work." I rubbed my cheek and smiled shyly. "Actually… I've also unlocked a couple of dozen super hard lesbian routes." Everyone froze. Not just the

— just girl time, movies, snacks, all of that. Everyone knows that a curious straight girl combined with a very experienced and curious lesbian creates an incredibly charged mix. We lounged around together, watched movies, and talked for hours. She opened up about how almost every guy she had been with treated her poorly, like a pig, and how she desperately needed something new and different. I told her I had the perfect person in mind for her. That same night, I decided I needed a shower before bed. I walked into my bathroom, deliberately leaving the door unlocked. I slowly stripped out of my jeans, then slid my bright pink thong down my legs.