Romans & histoires Lesbian Romance Love Story

Sweeping her hair aside, he kissed all over her back, tracing her spine with his lips. Lena arched up a little, turning her head to seek his mouth. Their lips met in a sloppy, desperate kiss, her tongue tangling with his. As she lifted, his hands slid under her to torture her boobs once more, squeezing and pinching from below, the position making her gasp into the kiss.

He kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips—pouring three years of missing her into every touch. Pyhna’s pleasure built again, steady and powerful. She clenched around him, nails lightly scratching his back over his scars. “I love you, Fabian. So much.” “I love you too,” he growled, thrusting deeper. One hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit in gentle circles. She came again with a shuddering moan, pulling him over the edge with her. Fabian buried himself deep, groaning her name as he spilled inside her, hot pulses filling her completely.

he said firmly, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me back against his chest. “Your Majesty—” “Do you think so little of yourself?” His voice was quiet but hard. “Do you think I wasn’t serious? That I only used you?” His arm tightened slightly. “You are the only woman I see myself spending my life with.” He turned my face toward his. “I meant every word. I intend to make you my wife.” He pressed a soft kiss between my brows. “Your Majesty, it’s not that,” I said, still trying to create some distance even as his hold remained steady. “I’m human. You’re a werewolf. This can’t work because of the laws between our kinds.”

This time she locked the door and braced a chair under the handle. “We have to be quieter this time.” she whispered, already pulling my shirt off. She kissed me hard. I kissed her back the same way. We fell onto the bed still warm from earlier. Isabella reached into her suitcase and pulled out a thick purple strap-on and a small bottle of lube. My stomach flipped with fresh heat. “On your back, open your legs wider for me.” she said, her voice low and rough. I obeyed. Isabella strapped the toy on, coated it, and rubbed the thick head through my still-slick folds. She pushed into me slowly at first, watching my face, then thrust deeper until she was buried to the hilt.

She tells me, licking on her bottom lip, an irritable habit that I refuse to come to terms with. "Rachel stop licking on your bottom lip, it's going to smell like saliva and that's not good for someone who would want to kiss you." I roll my eyes and she slaps my left shoulder playfully. "Let that be my, and my kisser's problem." she says and shakes her head. We finally arrive to our first class and half the seat at the back is already filled up. I can never understand why students hate to take the front seats, it's always just so amusing.

And therein ceased all other outside thought. Harlan and I were new lovers living in a small town and with my old lover flying in from the Bay, it was clear we had to take advantage of this opportunity. It’s not every day that a femme like myself has the chance at such a hot threesome, given the size of our incredibly small queer community. So we had T.J. meet us out at a bar, and though there were few words between them other than the obligatory introductions, I could tell the night was going to smile upon us. The three of us made our way silently and swiftly over to my place where I led them each by the hand into my bedroom. It took no time at all for the ravaging to begin.

Her lover! Intro; They were best friends, from best of friends to lovers, this is a very short story of a sweet memorable goodbye erotical lesbian love story. It’s about two lovers, who share deep ties but are forced apart and can’t stay together. Two girls who come from deep Christian homes, try to hide their queer side. As much as they tried to conceal their true selves the more they felt how destructive it was going to be, Calista loves Selene but Calista doesn’t intend to stay.

She whispered lovingly. "Please don't let me go.." she whimpered, she loves him too much, that she doesn't know if she'll be able to live without Seb, she can't let him go, he was her perfect addiction. "And I…" just before Adia was to utter another word, Sebastian had pulled her close and kissed her. The kiss started off slow, as they poured all of their emotions into it, they expressed their love to each other through the kiss. Adia let herself be devoured by Seb for a few seconds before she tried to take reins to kiss him, to cherish and love him back just as he deserved to be.

Ruben and she danced like the most in love couple, he kissed her, hugged her, then he went and introduced her to all his friends who were accompanied by their wives, they were very elegant, one of them said to him: "Here is my card, after your honeymoon, you talk to me on the phone, we have a group of wives that we use to meet every week, but later I will explain it to you: -Have my card, after your honeymoon, you talk to me on the phone, we have a group of several wives that we use to meet every week, but I will explain it to you later. After the party and around midnight, they left the party heading to their honeymoon, of course Lidia knew nothing about it, so she just let herself be carri

If he didn't hate her so much, he would be able to admit to himself that she was a stunning beauty. In the blink of an eye, she stood beside Skender. She grabbed his chin and lifted his head. "Don't look so sad my dear. You break my heart." Skender stared at her unamused. "I wish you had a heart to break." Lazarus said. "I would stomp on it." She smirked at him. "Ah, I forgot why I liked you." "The shades." Acheron began.