Lesbian Seduction Novels & Stories

Author Pov In the dimly lit room, Hudson shifted back into his human form, his eyes immediately drawn to Selena’s trembling lips. It was a captivating sight, one that momentarily stole his breath. Droplets of water clung to her hair, sliding down her skin, tracing her shoulders, and soaking into the fabric of her dress. The wet clung to her body, outlining every curve, a sight which was not good for his manly urge. Urge he fought to control.

My body betrays me and lets him in. I'm tasting him. It's delicious. That's the word I can use to describe his mouth. It's like we're both struggling to devour the other faster. Then I win, I think. I lower my back to the ground, knees on the floor and undo the rest of his belt. This will be great for Never Have I Ever. I'm sure by now my conscience is dead since it doesn't bother reminding me how wrong this is. I don't wait for revival, I steady one hand on his thigh, the other on the base of his cock then slowly wrap my lips around the head.

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 smiled teasingly at him, the whole while not knowing that this was her last night to live! He returned her smile as he allowed her body to grind on his. He hadn't realized that the floor started to become cramped with the amount of bodies grinding on one another. It almost reminded him of an orgy but without all the sex involved. Anticipation stained the air on the dance floor and it just kept feeding his own sadistic fantasies of what he was going to do to Sierra and maybe even Isabella!

he sighed, surrendering, while mechanically rearranging his messy hair into the same messy look. “Seems like the big bad wolf is putty in my hands,” I teased while grabbing a fistful of his thin dress shirt, brining him closer to me so his lips would go back on mine. A disturbingly arousing growl was all the answer I was given before he made sure to show me just how much I, too, was affected by him. This was an alpha’s seduction, baby, and alphas do not fail.

Every nerve screamed for him. “Are you sure you want to go back to your old boring life? No partying. No alcohol. No fun. No passion. Just a pretty face buried in paperwork and case files all day long. Only this time, all that’s left for you is picking up the pieces your ex-boyfriend and his mistress left behind.” His fingers slid gently around my throat, not in a threatening way, but in a way that made my thighs press together instinctively. “Are you sure you want to walk away from the chance to own my body as your husband, while I worship yours as my wife? For just one year. Nothing more.”

If there was anything he loved about shaxxy was the way she gets wet for him and wants more. He kissed her thighs about to satisfy the sexual urge their body craved for. Central Cee's index finger went in and out of her pussy as he gently rubbed her clits. “Ah…ummm” she moaned softly, pleased with the movements his hands made inside of her. He pulled her pussy close to his face ,rolled his tongue inside her while he locked gaze with shaxxy who loved what sin he was doing to her. “Still smell so nice down here as always”

Declan, on the other hand, was just sitting there because he had convinced himself that he was the girl at their table. "Hello, gentlemen!" it greets them as she approaches their location, and Declan wishes he could call every demon in hell because of its seductive tone of voice. Tanner and Lucifer have already begun to applaud, but he has not. He didn't take part in any of them. His nervousness suddenly rose in his chest, which surprised him greatly. The woman then turned to face him. Her voice is filled with desire and lust, but her eyes appear strange. "Declan Heisenberg," it nodded once, causing his faces to align.

My mind was elsewhere, replaying every glance, every inflection from the brief moments I’d spoken to him. Mr. Washington wasn’t like most Luxe clients. He didn’t dress his charm in flattery like how other men do it. He didn’t lean in too close or fill silences with rehearsed compliments. He’s just different, you know. He watched. He waited. And when he spoke, it was with the confidence of someone who expected the world to lean in and listen. And now he mentioned about “last night, whatever that meant. I dressed carefully, defaulting to something simple: cream culottes pants, a white silk blouse, hair tucked back just enough to show my hoop earrings. Luxe women didn’t just meet clients, they

I pulled him off from his seat to the dance floor. I danced through the rhythm, moving my body in a seductive manner as I twerk on him, making him touch every part of my body without hesitation. Things between us started getting heated and I know he too felt it too, the budge evident on his pants tells me so. I took his hand to grope my ass as I pressed my boobs to his chest, taking my feet inches high and whispering into his ear, “I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget that this world exist” I kissed his neck, drawing him into my temptation, he smacked my ass in agreement as he pulled me into the best kiss I have ever had.