Lesbian Romance Novels & Stories

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

Leila smiled, “Sorryyy, Thank you very much, we have a lot to talk about. Should we organize another sleepover? Be expecting you at the end of the day” Frank winked at her, waving his hand, “I will be there. My favorite will be there? And I want to invite my girlfriend, is she welcome?” She nodded before raising an eyebrow, “Wait, Girlfriend? I thought you were gay?” Frank snapped his fingers, “Keep up Leila, I am pansexual baby, my sexuality is dynamic and I will respectfully not explain again, okay?” She threw her head back in laughter, “Rude much? And she is welcome, maybe we could become best friends”

Emma grunted, her voice low and filled with the need to show Isabella exactly what she had signed up for when she agreed to anything. “Reading lesbian spicy books is an unhealthy addiction that I have kept from you,” Isabella revealed one of her deepest secrets with a moan, while she focused on running her fingers playfully on Emma's exposed thighs. “Oh, I see. Since when have you been reading lesbian smut?” Emma squinted her hazel eyes at Isabella when her hand seemed to be getting bolder. “You don’t have to worry about that.” Isabella countered as she smiled up at Emma. She couldn't bring herself to reveal that it was since the very first day they met.

[ 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.

He probably got other people to curl up when he expelled his alpha aura, but even if I had not been claimed yet I was still be chosen. “I will be the Queen Luna,” his eyes suddenly grew dark, probably reflecting on the plans that had been laid out for me. “I am not a subordinate for you to control, but rather a partner. Maybe you might be interested in picking into a dictionary and figuring out the difference between the two. It's going to help you immensely after the mating ceremony,” I wasn't going to back down not now or ever. “I'll see you at our mating ceremony, until then Raphael…” It has been decades since the last royal mating ceremony, and days prior finish Park has been a buzz live

I could feel her anger dispatching slowly. "My beautiful Luna, the only she-wolf that was made just for me. You know I can't let you go to bed in this mood. I'm really sorry for doing that. I was frustrated and I admit that it was wrong for me to do that to you. Please forgive that foolish act, I promise to be better, okay?" She looked at me to see if my apology was truly sincere. Then she said; "Alright." "Just that?" "Yeah," She said and I pecked her lips.

As the night progressed, Liam had something special planned for his beloved Luna, a treat that would indulge her in the ancient traditions of their werewolf heritage. In the dimly lit bedroom, Isla lay on the bed, her heart racing with anticipation. The previous round had been a blur of pleasure and discovery, and she couldn't wait to see what Liam had in store for her next. Her body still bore the marks of their passionate lovemaking—tender nipples, sensitive from his teasing, and a pussy that ached with desire.

“United by the will of the Moon Goddess, the both of you have come to declare your love for one another before her, as a confirmation that you respect her wish to unite your two hearts into one. Do you, Alpha Anthony, take Jennifer to be your Luna and mate from now until the end of time, or do you wish to stray on a different path from the will of the Moon Goddess. State your wish.” Jenny's head dropped and she shut her eyes tight, feeling her inner wolf radiate with joy while wishing there was a way for her to not have to go through these questions, only jumping into a life of forever with Anthony, her mate. They had felt themselves fated to one another from childhood, and she could not thi

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.

Sloane stayed right there, riding out every last ripple of my orgasm, licking up every drop of my slick release until I was completely weak and lifeless beneath her. Slowly, she pulled her wet fingers out and crawled back up my body, collapsing on top of me. We lay there entangled on the rug, chests heaving in unison, slick with sweat, sweat dripping from her collarbone onto mine. She rested her forehead against mine, her eyes half-closed, a satisfied, wicked smile playing on her lips. “Best heatwave ever,” she whispered softly, capturing my swollen lips in one last, slow, taste-filled kiss.