Lesbian Romantic Novels & Stories

He sighed inwards and left. It had been weeks, and Mitchel had fallen deeply in love with Jason. She had tried everything to make him realize but nothing. Other males in the pack hated Jason for it. Mitchel was their gamma. A powerful she-wolf. She was beautiful and a great warrior. Many would've done everything or have done everything to win her affection, but none succeeded. Now, this guy appears, and she falls in love with him. In return, he doesn't care. He ignores her and treats her like dirt. He didn't even place her in his eyes.

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

And now she knew that, despite not being interested in Dana herself, I had a weakness for the idea of the two of them dyking out. Either when we were having sex or to tease me into having sex, my babe described all sorts of lesbian acts involving herself and her sister. I wasn't sure if what she told me was a recollection of past events between them or just some hot incestuous fantasy she concocted at the moment, but I didn't care. My reactions to Deb's tales were always very enthusiastic. It was insanely hot to pound my girlfriend's pussy or ass while listening to her murmur about the two of us fucking her twin sister and making her service us like a good bisexual slut. That was hands down

"Lydia, do you think I'm someone who kisses women randomly?" "That's not what I meant." Her face turned red. Lambert locked her gaze dominantly. "Listen, I like you. Would you like to be my girlfriend?" Lydia's face alternated between red and pale, her expression changing constantly. She looked at Lambert's well-defined profile and had only one question in her mind: Why were other people's confessions so romantic, while her boyfriend talked about liking her in such a casual tone on a nice day like today? Something seemed off!

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.

“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

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.

"Fine, even if you don't know who I am, then do you know who she is?" Liam lowered his head to look at Lana, his lips curling into a seductive smile. "Of course I know who she is! She's the woman I love." In response to Liam's public display of affection, Lana leaned into his embrace, playfully saying, "Stop it." Rosa nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood. What was with this public display of affection? Weren't they afraid of evoking wrath with their actions? Rosa's anger flared even more. "Liam, please open your eyes and see for yourself what kind of woman she truly is!"

The canals of Venice were the perfect setting to showcase their romantic side. “What don’t you get?” Julie bit her lip and sighed deeply before continuing, “How you do all of this… I mean, I… I don’t know. You know we’ve only just met, and—” “Marry me, Julie.”

Mom and I both preferred certain p**n companies who specialized in lesbian films, as the females seemed to really get into the true passion of the moment. Of course, since we had come together as lovers and dominatrix/submissive we hadn't really seen the point, other than to get us worked up and give us new ideas. Even the older/younger lesbian and lesbian incest films that we had seen, never really got it right. Both of us had giggled and critiqued scenes both for their storylines and character dynamics. I let out a whimper, as mom's tongue suddenly sent me over the edge and into a shocking orgasm. My body shook and I gripped mom's hand tightly, as she continued to slowly lick deep into my