Lesbian Seduced Novels & Stories

But even with those things trying to mess with her perfection, she’s still the most beautiful… most perfect woman I have ever laid my eyes on. We stared at each other for a while until she dipped her lips to mine. She was the first one to move and seduced me to fall in her charms again. Her hand moved again, down to my crotch. I sucked in a breath when she started pumping my now hard swollen dick. “One more time, tesoro.” She whispered seductively as she started moving. “Worship your queen.” I groaned when she sunk down to my aching cock. — I have accepted the fact that I was beyond redemption when I looked at the time. Instead of running like a criminal towards my work station, I just saunt

LEON I didn’t sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Tiffany, not the woman everyone else saw, but my Tiffany. The woman who laughed too loudly when she was genuinely happy, the woman who pretended she wasn’t scared whenever things went wrong, the woman who would rather struggle in silence than admit she needed help. She had always been strong, and that was exactly why Damian’s arrangement bothered me so much. He had found her at her weakest point, her company was struggling, her debts were piling up, and then he appeared with an offer that could solve everything.

"Lisa, please kiss this foolish slave so she never thinks she's anything less than the most desirable creature on the planet." "Yes, sir." While Lisa took care of the top half, I addressed the bottom half. I seduced her, the way she'd been trained to seduce me; long, lingering kisses up her thighs, little nips and nibbles, trailing kisses, tiny licks to the most sensitive parts of her, until she was gasping for breath. With Lisa stealing away her breath with a thousand kisses, hauntingly beautiful kisses on her lips, my tongue trailed up her slit, gathering the quickly forming liquid heat of her loins. She thrust her hips against me, craving the pressure of my lips against her core. Her legs

My hand was shaking as I tried to decide. “Do it,” my angel said. “Make me a dirty girl. Make me a slut.” Slut. Yes. I wrote an S, ragged on her stomach, my hand clenched around the pen so tight I could have broken it. I attempted to write an L to follow, but the rise and fall of her breaths sent me insane. It was as though time sped up and slowed in unison, and I was there, in the thrill, with a crazed sense of possession beyond the remit of control. A zen moment. Falling into the abyss. A glorious abyss of possession. Love. Yes. This was my love. My true love for my sweet Rosie.

I applied a light make-up and switched out my sandals with the new pair of heels Jame sent, and went to my car and drove off to Pascinis to have dinner with the King. My King. Who was trying to bribe me with things I wanted in order to...woe me. Woe me indeed. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________

’ demanded Mark twenty minutes later after Lewis had let him in to the silent house. ‘I’ve had this idea and I want to sound it out on you.’ ‘You're the boss.’ ‘That’s right,’ said Lewis with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. ‘I am. Now, let’s say that after making love to her brother our heroine decides that she wants to seduce her husband.’ ‘She doesn’t have to seduce him, they're married,’ objected Mark. ‘Yes, but this is a seduction. She could go to his office and make love to him there, something like that.’

The one that usually bothers my head came out purring and told me in a mocking, cloying tone. "Baby, I have to admit it but this guy is a God and he knows very well what he does... he just fascinates me and has me as captivated as you, at least his physique because man baby the guy is a fucking son of a bitch, look at how he is looking at us, what the hell does he think he is a superior being enlightened and touched by God himself? react affection and show him that all his beauty and divine body matter to you three hectares of pure and wonderful shit " After this super ninja kick that I gave myself, I managed to take my eyes off the exquisite Adonis and look at Cristina who was still looking

Christmas is only a few days away. ‘Well, I dildoed up.’ ‘You what?’ ‘Bought some strap-on stuff.’ ‘You are crimson.’ ‘Are you surprised?’ I squeaked. ‘And you look as though you have a hard-on.’ ‘Are you surprised?’ he growled and crossed his legs. ‘So, what happened?’ ‘I met him in a no-lights LGBT club. I pretended to be late, and while he was waiting, picked him up, as a bloke, seduced him, and him thinking I was a bloke, I took it up the – you know.’

I retorted, trying to resist the pull she exerted on me. "You do," she teased, dragging her tongue across her bottom lip, fully aware of the effect she had on me. Her rosy lips beckoned me, tempting me to abandon all my principles and give in to the alluring force between us. "You've never wanted a woman as much as you want me right now." I studied her, and beneath her seductive allure, I could discern the traits of Medusa — a woman skilled in manipulation, seduction, and unbridled lust. Her seemingly sweet demeanor hid the devilish nature that lurked within.

His warm breath fanned her face, making her eyelids droopy. His baritone voice carried the perfect blend of depth and huskiness, an intoxicating allure that wrapped around her like a siren’s song. It was temptation itself—akin to the devil murmuring sweet nothings into her soul, coaxing her closer. Every inch of Gabriel exuded seduction, and Joslyn was slipping, slowly but surely, into his grasp.