Lesbian Seduces Straight Girl Mga Nobela at Kwento

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.

she leaned forward towards him and tilt her head, her breath fanning his neck. "Hey...I'm selene....and I wanna make you cum''

Yet he couldn't shake off the feeling of Vincenzo touching him, kissing him and branding him. "Hey, boy. Wanna dance?" A girl dressed in tight leather clothing and a bra, sashayed towards him and purred. "No thanks. Looking for someone," he indicated that he was taken. "Come on. How about a drink?" The girl pressed, clinging onto Wade's arm. She then tried to seduce him by dragging a finger across his chest, touching his abdomen intimately. However, Wade felt nothing. He opened his mouth to chase the money-hungry girl away when an overbearing presence shrouded Wade from behind.

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV I know that my movements have been terrible since I’m scheming something hideous, but it doesn’t seem like Greyson even cared. “You’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you?” he whispered to my ear as he was pulling me towards the entrance of his bar until we finally reached the same room that both Greyson and Kim used. “You were never the kind of girl who had an interest in putting on lipstick. And besides, I’ve taken a lot of women to bed already; I can see the lust hidden deep within your eyes even if you don’t speak.”

The hum vibrated through the thin silk. “Say the word,” Zoe whispered, her lips brushing Maya’s jaw. Maya closed her eyes, chest heaving. Slowly—hesitantly—she parted her legs. The chat went wild. “YEAH.” “Good girl.” “Slip girl’s opening up for us.” Zoe kissed her hard, muffling Maya’s gasp as she slid the toy higher. The silk slip trembled with each pulse. Maya’s fingers clutched the sheets, her body arching toward the sensation despite her mind screaming at her to stop.

The first strike was a shock, a sting that made me gasp. The second made my pussy clench around nothing. By the fifth, I was pushing my ass back, begging for more, my juices running down my thighs. “Look at her,” Lucas said to the guys. “Look at your good little slut, begging for more pain. She’s a natural fucking sub.” He untied the other girl and had Rowan hold my wrists behind my back. Lucas produced a set of soft, velvet ropes.

“I'm not lacking women by my side as it is.” Angel stayed silent. She couldn't answer. I picked up the pad and the moment I saw the news on Zach again, an idea popped up in my mind. I looked at Angel closely. She was very beautiful, a breath of fresh air and had a seductive look. “You can be my girlfriend,” I started and paused to watch her expression shift from confusion to hope. “But you will be seducing someone else.” “Excuse me?” “You're excused.” I smirked. “I don't need a girlfriend but I need a seductress. So you're either her or you leave my office now.”

Adams felt a mixture of shock, confusion, and embarrassment at the sudden appearance of the seductive woman. "Ah, the beautiful Lara," Lucian said, smiling with a hint of desire as the lady cat-walked directly to meet him. She crossed her legs on his, sitting on his lap, then planted her lips to his, giving him one of the most passionate and kinda disgusting kiss Adams had ever seen, with lots of tongue action. Lucian ran his hands all over her body from her legs to her popping boobs, squeezing all her big assets. Adams felt a twinge of discomfort and disgust at the erotic display before him.

Being alone with a good book and alcohol or caffeine is the best feeling in the world, probably better than sex. The next day, I walked into Monet's and met a group of ladies who were fine as hell. I was relieved to see that there were no men here. At least if there was going to be a man, he should be gay, and we all agreed to that. We were six: Cindy Bellman, Aisha Mohammed, Drew Finch, Jessica Boston, Lexi Hale, and me. We were just six beautiful ladies who loved to talk about our favourite books and rant about how J. K. Rowling is a bitch for her transphobic tweets. Sometimes we'd just go out to have some fun. We weren't just a book club; we were a sisterhood.

She giggled. “I won’t,” he said while laying her softly on the couch and adjusting his weight on one side so he wouldn’t crush her beneath him. “You drive me crazy,” he declared before capturing her lips in the sexiest salsa dance she’s ever performed. It was as if their tongues and lips knew the dance of passion as they moved in harmony to music only lovers hear. The seduction made every nerve ending in her body come to life, wanting to get stroked. And Owen knew when and where to touch to make her moan as if in a song.