Lesbian Romance Novels 2015 Novels & Stories

com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo) The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Ride The Stars Careful, He Bites Interstellar Lover Under the Bridge

My attention kept getting drawn towards the tables where the groups of people sat to socialize by the bikini dancers. Stopping myself from trying to fight my lack of concentration so that my senses can refocus, my eyes land on the angelic aura of a beautiful woman. She looks as bored as I am, as she sits next to a few men who don’t even notice she is with them. Then, I see the wretched and resident mean girl, Chelsea, slither her way to their table. Chelsea, she is a devious and cunning wolf who stops at nothing to dig her claws into as many men as she can. She prefers to prey on men who are in a relationship. She is disgusting and has no shame.

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**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 8: Queen of the Pack** **Chapter 2** The full moon still hung high as the ritual continued deep into the night. Selene lay on the moss-covered stone altar, legs spread wide, body glistening with sweat and the cum of three powerful alphas. Her pussy and ass were red, swollen, and leaking thick rivers of seed. Her breasts were marked with bites and handprints. She had never felt so thoroughly used… or so powerfully alive.

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

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No deep pressure that made my mouth fall open. He started moving, steady and careful. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned. I wrapped my legs around him and moved with him, but every thrust just made me think of the desk. The way Mr. Grant had held my hips and forced every thick inch inside me. The way he had called me a slut while he used me. Derick kissed my neck. “You feel so good.” I closed my eyes and pretended the voice in my ear was deeper. Older. Meaner.

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

By the time anyone figured out the truth, the damage would already be done. She leaned back, sipping wine, the screen's glow reflecting in her eyes. > “You wanted to play with fire, Serena? Let’s see how you handle the burn.” --- Damien’s Penthouse – Next Morning Neither of them had slept. Serena sat at the edge of the couch, blanket around her shoulders, scrolling in silence. Damien stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, shirt rumpled, his jaw clenched as he read headline after headline. > “FAKE LOVE: Serena Vale’s Rise Built on Lies”

she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Dominic responded by pulling Selene close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, Dominic's hands began to explore Selene's body, mapping out her curves and feeling the slickness of her skin. She responded by pressing her body against his, her hands tangling in his hair. The water continued to beat down on them, a symphony of passion and lust. Dominic's heart raced faster as he lifted Selene up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pressed her against the shower wall, their bodies grinding together.