Lesbian Short Stories Novels & Stories

She said, “You know your brother thinks you’re gay? I laughed, “He didn’t think that when we were kids and he beat my skinny ass because he thought I was messing with one of his girlfriends!” “Your brother is a funny guy. You know, we ‘swing’ sometimes with other couples. These are usually like orgies, but Jim started getting jealous and would only let me get it on with women he was fucking or he would pick men and have me get on my knees and suck their cocks. I lost interest now, so it’s me and my vibrator.” She laughed heartily and swiped a hand across her crotch. Then she got dressed in her sweaters and coat and rushed out, yelling over her shoulder she needed to get her “brats.”

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

she said, suddenly lost for words. I leaned back and crossed my legs. “You know,” I began, trying to help her out. “It’s hard enough being a lesbian, even though I know there were times when it certainly was harder. But it seems that being a lesbian AND being a woman who loves sex is a bit more than most people can handle,” I laughed.

"You're a woman. You know what you like. Try doing the same to me. If I like it, you can tell. If I don't respond, try something different." "Are you a lesbian or bi?" Melissa asked curiously. "A lesbian," Chloe smiled back. "No cock, other than strap-ons and vibrators, has ever made its way inside my cunt." "I never knew." "I know, but I've fancied you since I started working for you."

Maria sat up and ground herself against Janet, making her intentions known as if they weren't loud enough. Then, she stared Janet right in the eyes and tugged her shirt over her head, her breasts bouncing out of it. What in the lesbian fuck? Janet's gaze followed her fingers as they trailed down her body and brushed against her soft cleavage. Janet placed Maria's hands on her hips, slowly trailing them up to her waist to her lacy black bra. Good gracious heavens. A rush of pleasure rushed through Janet and she closed her eyes. Fuck. Maria placed her forearms on either side of Janet's head and leaned closer to her, pressing her t**s against Janet's.

“Push my cum out, baby. Let me see that creamy mess.” Later, he carried her to the private outdoor hot tub overlooking the lake. Steam rose around them as he sat her on his lap, impaling her on his cock again. They fucked slowly at first under the stars, then harder, water splashing everywhere. Kane bit her neck, leaving fresh hickeys. “Everyone at university wishes they could have you… but you’re my secret whore.” Lila rode him desperately, tits bouncing in his face. He sucked hard on her nipples while thrusting up. She came again, soaking his cock. Kane followed, filling her once more.

Sammy just realized that she is a lesbian. Or maybe she has always known. All her life, she’d been with men. She had smiled through it. Played the part. But not once had it touched her. Not once had it felt real. She hadn't just disliked it. She had felt nothing. Then, like a crack of lightning through fog, the truth landed with impossible clarity. Her desire had never lived in those moments. It had always existed elsewhere. With women. But knowing that was one thing. Acting on it was another entirely.

Forbidden Pleasures Twisted Guardian 7 Claimed In The Glass The next morning, the air inside the penthouse felt incredibly thick, almost like smoke that was too heavy to breathe. Leo’s promise from the night before was still hanging over me, making my heart beat fast before I even got out of bed. He stood right behind me in front of the big mirror while I got dressed for work. His hands were large and warm, and he placed them firmly on my hips, holding me in place so I couldn’t turn away. The skirt he had chosen for me from the closet was dangerously short. It was a black, tailored piece of fabric that barely reached the middle of my thighs, and every time I took a small step, the hem teased

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin