Lesbian Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

“It’s called Emerald Eyed Luna. I have really liked these werewolf books. It’s funny how they portray us!” “Human authors writing about something they don’t know anything about, awesome.” The thick sarcasm earned me a glare. “You should try loosening up a little. Maybe this sex scene will give you some pointers.” She held up her phone to me. Glancing down, the first word I saw was pussy. Not a bad idea but I didn’t need help. If last night wasn’t proof enough, I think I am good. “That’s okay. I think I got a handle on that stuff.”

The brothel was a prostitute den for lesbian Lunas and I was super excited because I have a friend there and she has told me a million stories about what goes down there. And I was going to experience it today. I booked a three hours sex session with four wf lesbians because I wanted th thrill of many girls in my body, either sucking, fucking or doing immoral things to me. “We are here.” “Park at the east wing, my friend is going to come and pick me up from there.” “Yes ma.” He swerved to the east part of the garage and parked, I sent my signature howl and my friend sensed it. She came out after a few minutes her face looking like a little cub who has been offered candy.

[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.”

It was another p**n magazine. “Look at the new one I got yesterday, she said. Scooting over to me. She sat close to me, making sure we were touching each other. She opened the magazine and laid it on her lap as she began to flip through a few pages. It was a new lesbian p**n. “So, you like girls on girls” she asked, staring at me. Yeah, I just realized I like girls when I went to college, so tell me how many ladies have you slept with, she asked.

My eyes widened, I thought everyone went home, I asked. Well, this is home, Celyn replied. I watched as she walked to a lady, the prettiest girl among our midst, her legs were separated apart while Celyn lowered her head licking the liquid that was escaping from her pussy. Uhnn, juicy just like always, Celyn complimented while the lady touched her boobs. I stood still, couldn’t believe what I was seeing, couldn’t close my eyes either. I know I am no saint but being a lesbian is a no for me.

Her hands instinctively grasped Adrian's shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh, her hair spread like a halo against the fellow's chest, a wild, tangled mess. The fellow behind her slid his hands around her body, his touch rough and possessive, squeezing against her breasts, pinching her nipples until they stood erect and aching. He kissed her mouth roughly, his tongue plundering hers as he moved faster, slamming his dick into her ass with an almost frantic energy. Adrian, on the other hand, didn't hesitate. As the fellow's hand groped her breast, Adrian slid his own hand around her waist, grabbing her ass, mirroring the other man's possessive grip, and slammed himself into her pussy

“This world is filled with guys who gouge themselves on lesbian porn, yet those same guys would swear up and down that girls loving girls is not a real thing.” “Right,” Bianca said, “because they can’t fathom that there are women out there who have absolutely no interest in men.” “Women who aren’t attracted to men? Where did you get such an outlandish concept from?” Bianca giggled at my sarcasm. “It was probably invented by feminists.” And that led us into a conversation of our favorite feminist authors and concepts. I descended into a rant about how Simone De Beauvoir’s Second Sex is an absolute masterpiece that radically changed my way of viewing the world.

My chest slammed into the spines of a hundred leather-bound books. "Ugh!" I groaned, the rough texture of the books scraping my skin. He didn't use a desk this time. He stepped up behind me, his massive body pinning me against the shelf. He didn't even take off his pants; he just unzipped, his hard, heavy dick pressing against the crack of my ass. He reached around, his large hand gripping my throat—not hard enough to choke, but enough to remind me who held the power. He spat into his palm, using the meager lubricant to roughly prep me with two fingers. I was already leaking, my cock pulsing with a mix of terror and sick, addictive excitement.