Lesbian Romance Novels 2014 Novels & Stories

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting in the lounge, he heard giggles of a group of girls, and then Madison entered with two other girls, all naked and completely shocked to see him. "Who are you?" Madison's soft voice came, soft but firm. She raised a brow at him, her nipples pointing straight at him and he didn't even bother to look away from those monster tits. He had only seen such massive breasts in p**n, never in real life, and now he was staring at them? Nothing was going to stop him now from claiming her and making her his. Killian was known for being promiscuous. He never cared about any girl enough to keep her after he had gotten what he wanted...the warmth of her pussy. Love didn

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

With a final, deep plunge, he came, groaning against her skin as hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, spilling deep into her core. Lena shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her in shuddering waves, milking every drop from him. They lay tangled together, breaths mingling, the aftershocks still pulsing between them. Jason's cock softened inside her, but the heat lingered, promising more forbidden nights ahead because once you've tasted the devil's kiss, nothing else will quench your thirst.

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

Fedora pecked my cheek, running off. I knew she was chasing one dark haired girl because her eyes wouldn't leave her body. Lesbian thingy. Sighing, I sat at the bar stool ordering for something. The girl tried to flirt but I told her I was married and not interested. She rolled her eyes in return though, serving me my drink. Men, I didn't know who taught her how to mix drink but this drink was strong as fuck. Just what I needed. Suddenly the curtains at the end of the room, swiped open revealing a big glass with two girls inside.

Every night, behind closed doors, our stepdad had forced April down and raped her all through the night until she couldn't walk any more. Whenever he wanted to come for me, she'd always begged him to take her instead and he wouldn't hesitate, he'd spread her legs apart again and do bad things to her. I was just fifteen and April had just turned nineteen but she protected me like she was my mother. April would always ask me to stay quiet no matter the noises coming from the inner room where our stepdad was fucking her hard. I'd obeyed so I learned to stay quiet, to disappear into corners, to pretend I didn’t exist. She never told me anything, but I saw it in her eyes—the way something inside

He left the kids to one of the old matron's care, and then together we went off to the pack-house. A total of seven fey warriors awaited us in the cabinet room. My heart sped. Had anything happened to Ines? Going over to them, I rushed out, "Is everything okay? How's Ines?" The fey warrior who had bowed at my arrival straightened now. "Ines is well, Luna. But... I'm afraid there's a problem." -The End- A/N Thank you all so much for reading this far!♥ But don't go anywhere, ladies and humble gents! The next story's in the works and it's going to be about Ines. As for what else I'm certain of; it's going to be a teen romance.

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.