Romans & histoires Lesbian Romance Love Story

She was well built,with tender breasts,a small waist and curves that made you see she was an early bird when curves were offered in heaven. She came from a village in Maseru,the capital city of Lesotho.It was in this village where she found love,or so she thought.For some people,finding love at an early age felt like one had worn a lottery.For some,it wasn't.Dinny had become a fool in love without even noticing.She had vowed to love her partner until the fire fades,the flame of their love.

Hunter. “Hunter…” She repeated, her voice breaking, raw and needy, and then her lips crashed into mine like she couldn’t wait another second. I froze, my hands still locked around her waist. “Lucia, wait... stop.” She didn’t stop, instead she kissed me harder, twisting her fingers in my shirt as she pulled me closer into her. “I don’t want to talk,” she whispered against my mouth. “I don’t want to think. I just want you, Hunter, only you.”

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.

Hannah said giving me her stupid smile. "What you are doing is also known as a romance not work as far as I know and I am the only one who is doing 'Work' here, " I purposely popped the word work to taunt them. "Fine!" She says, walking off from Nick and climbs on the stairs, adjusting the lights. At least now they are working. After a while, we have done with the decorations it took us almost thirty more minutes to decide what we will cook for them. And how idiot we are that we should decide this earlier but no, someone wants romance here instead of work.

I stuttered. A chirpy blonde approached me in all smiles. “Hi, I’m Raina” she introduced, pointing over to a red-haired girl. “And that’s my mate, Sheena. We’re representing the vampire district” Her mate was..a girl? “Raina, you’re...” “I’m a lesbian” She concludes. The smile on her face slowly waxes off as she asks “Does that disgust you?” “Not at all” I say. “I think it’s cute. You two make a cute couple”

I leaned in, bridging the final gap, and pressed my lips against hers. It was a kiss of hunger and a clear declaration of war against the King’s neglect. Elara stiffened, her hands coming up to my shoulders to push me away. She didn't want to commit such a scandalous act, her mind likely screaming about the treason of it all. But I didn't relent. I deepened the kiss, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she let out a soft, broken moan and melted into me.

“ You can come with me. You know, so the loansharks don't get you? “ Emma smiled, “ Sure. “ The mood suddenly changed as both girls stared into eachothers eyes. The silence came like a calming wave, masking a sexual desire. Emma went in for a deep kiss. “ What are you doing? “ Jeane asked in distortion. “ I'm lesbian. “ Emma answered. Before jeane could utter another word, Emma closed the gap with another hot kiss. She got on top of jeane and dug her hands underneath Jeane's skirt. Emma found Jeane's vagina soon and began fingering her. Jeane released weak moans. Emma fingered jeane from slow motion to rapid speed, until Jeane's legs wholly parted and her hips raised. “ Fuck, fuck, “ Jeane h

My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

She smiled brightly before kissing him beneath the moonlight. And this time— There was no hiding. No shame. No fear of society. Only love. The kind that survives cruelty. The kind that heals loneliness. The kind that finally gives two broken people a place to belong. Together. Forever.

His bared chest my canvas, with his broad shoulders and fine scattering of black hair, I stroke and kiss the firm skin, the tight muscles, all the while slowly dropping. He knows where this is going, and as I gradually fall to my knees, he shudders against my open mouth. His voice is husky. "You don't have to kneel for me, Kirstie. I don't need to Master you all the time." "I'm not kneeling for my Master," I say. "I'm kneeling for my Lover."