Lesbian Romance Novels & Stories

Athleticism can compensate for failure to practice a dance routine, or bedroom antics and these ladies performed expertly. Our disposition didn't initiate a lesbian love fest. Both Amazons were purely heterosexual; good friends and comfortable with close proximity, if not their nakedness. My status was that of facilitator. I lured them into a triple kiss, with the added whimsy of Tadêfi's fingers playing along our lips so that she could capture every gasp, deep breath and moan.

The silver-haired wolf every she-wolf whispered about but dared not approach. He stopped me before I reach the elevator. “Who are you looking for?” My breath got caught in my throat. But I remembered why I came here and lifted my chin. “My name is Stephanie Laurent,” I said. “Youngest daughter of Alpha Roman Laurent and I'm here to see Alpha Dante.” His expression flickered and recognition flared in his silver eyes. “Miss Laurent,” he said in a low voice. “My Alpha isn't seeing anyone.” “I only need 5 minutes,” I insisted. “I want to tell him something he won't be able to ignore.”

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

**** I knocked on Leslie's door, feeling a mix of emotions. I had chosen her as my mate, despite knowing that Lola was the one destined for me. But there was something about Leslie that drew me in, something that made me want to be with her. The door opened, and Leslie stood before me, her eyes flashing with anger. "What do you want, Israel?" she spat. I took a deep breath. "I want to talk to you about what happened earlier," I said, my voice calm. "I know I hurt you, and for that, I'm sorry."

We stayed cuddling, and we got to know each other better, basking in the euphoria of our shared orgasm. We talked, laughed, and had rounds after rounds of hot lesbian sex until we both dropped from exhaustion. Fuck. Should Bella become my next lesbian partner?

I was turning into someone I did not recognize, a greedy and demanding little slut while he was pushing back against his face like I could not get enough, like my life depended on it. After what felt like forever, Ryan pulled back from me with his lip shiny with spittle while breathing heavily. He crawled up my body and took my lips in deep kiss that made my cock to jerk so hard on my tummy. “You are dangerous, Liam,” he whispered against my mouth. “Is that so?” I whispered. “The way you are taking everything I give you… I am not sure that I can e able to stop now.” I looked into his eyes with my chest rising and falling fast as my body was busy buzzing with need.

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.

It was the way she would text me at two in the morning with nothing but an address and the word “now.” One night in late autumn the rain came down so hard the streets turned into rivers. We stayed in my apartment because the warehouse roof leaked. She cooked eggs in my kitchen wearing nothing but one of my old t-shirts. We ate standing up. Then she backed me against the counter and kissed me until the taste of salt and pepper was gone and there was only her. She lifted me onto the edge of the counter and spread my thighs. Her mouth found me again, slow and thorough this time, like she had all night. She licked every fold, sucked gently on my clit, then pushed her tongue inside me as deep as

I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived. They emerged from the shadows, a group of women exuding confidence and desire. The leader, a tall brunette with piercing green eyes, moved with a commanding grace, her leather corset accentuating her full breasts. Beside her, a petite blonde with a mischievous smile adjusted her lace lingerie, her gaze locking onto mine. A curvy redhead with a sultry laugh joined, her hands already roaming her own body, while a fourth, a muscular woman with short black hair, watched with a hungry intensity. Toge

A hundred possibility of how tomorrow could go filled my head, but I was sure of one thing, this was certainly not going to be a romantic entanglement between me and Wesley. It was going to be purely sexual. “Fuck.”