Lesbian Romances Novels & Stories

“The new Don of that mafia family seems even more ruthless than his father. He'd swallowed up quite a few old-school clans in the past year.” “He wants their power,” I replied calmly and emotionlessly. When I met Luke's worried gaze, I smiled at him. “Let's not talk about him. It's all in the past now.” Luke did not say anything more. He just held my hand, gently and firmly. The sun shone on his body and the blueprint before me. This was our new hotel and our future together — a life no longer built on lies and betrayal, but a bright future completely within my grasp.

She lay down facing her, one leg sliding between Claire’s thighs until their pussies were pressed together in a warm, wet embrace. “Scissoring,” Lena whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. “I want to feel your clit rubbing against mine. I want us to come together like this.” She hooked one of Claire’s legs over her hip, pulling their bodies even closer. The moment their slick folds met, both women moaned. Lena’s pussy was hot and silky, her swollen clit sliding perfectly against Claire’s with every small movement. Lena started slow, rolling her hips in a smooth, deliberate rhythm. The friction was exquisite — wet, slippery, and intimate. Their clits rubbed directly against each other,

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Light Bondage, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The morning light was a cruel interloper, filtering through the lace curtains of our bedroom. I stood in the doorway, already dressed in my woodsman's flannel and heavy boots, watching Lyra stir. To any outsider, I was the picture of a doting husband, but the memory of her muffled screams and the way I had filled her pussy and ass with my supernatural seed just hours ago made my skin tingle with a secret, dark delight.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

The weight of his grief and anger seemed to consume him, transforming him into a formidable force that I couldn't fully comprehend. And then there was Carmine, a figure caught in the crossfire of something he was desperately trying to understand. His eyes held a glimmer of knowledge, a truth that he longed to share but couldn't. The tension him and Clyde, a silent battle of withheld secrets and unspoken words. Jasmine, with her heart torn between love and the disapproval of her clan, yearned for a life with the one she loved. But fate had dealt her a cruel hand, forcing her to keep her love hidden, locked away from the prying eyes of her family.

he warned, spanking her harder, “and I stop.” She pushed her hips back, stubborn. “Never.” He laughed. His hand slid between her legs, found her soaked, and shoved three fingers deep inside. She screamed into the pillow. He curled them, hitting that spot that made her whole body shake. “Still no?” She bit the sheet, refusing. Leonard pulled his fingers out, lined up his thick cock, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Clara’s back arched, mouth open in a silent scream. He was so deep it hurt so good.