Lesbian Short Stories Novels & Stories

She explained and I shot her a knowing smile as I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. “You're not a whore, Lena. You're my whore. There's a difference. You're mine. All mine. Understood?”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

“So…what’s the plan? We’re writing a book about two people who hate each other but end up falling in love, right?” He smirked, still typing… “Sounds familiar.” She shot at him with a look “Funny.” He leaned back in his chair, finally turning to face her “We each write from our character’s point of view. My character…Keevan…is confident, charming, clever…” “So basically you?” He ignored her. “And yours…what’s her name again?” “Elena” she replied “Right! She’s… chaotic?” “She’s real!” Sierra shot at him, tapping her keyboard like she was trying to prove something to him. “She’s not trying to impress anyone.”

She poked me again, "shut up.. it's not like you've never wanted to have your needs fulfilled.." "Well is it so hard to stick to one person?" "Wasn't about that to me. First of all, lesbian sex is different than what you guys do, you wouldn't know.." I knew exactly what she was talking about but I kept my mouth shut and raised a brow, "riiiight.. it's not like you have a panis you're hiding from me." She laughed and looked at her closet with guilt all over her face. This time I poked her ass, "oh my God Paris you are such a sex freak.."

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

“But… who told you that? I don’t remember telling you anything like that.” My eyes blinked fast. Heat rushed up my neck. I couldn’t say it. Couldn’t tell her Darrell had dropped that bomb right after he’d fucked me raw against the wall, cum still leaking out of me while he explained Gina had come out as lesbian and was in love with her “friend.” If I said his name, the whole disgusting truth would spill: the hotel, the shower, the couch, the toys, the anal, the way I’d screamed and come apart one last time before walking away forever. I could feel myself getting wet because of these unnecessary flashbacks now. Lara waited, head cocked, looking genuinely bothered. “How did you know?”

They fucked her in the shower, against the walls, on the balcony where neighbors might see, and back on the floor in every possible combination. Lena had never been happier. Her body was completely exhausted but her pussy kept getting wetter with every new cock and every new degradation. She had finally found a group that might actually satisfy her endless craving, at least for one wild night.

Fuck, I was rock hard, pre-cum leaking as I imagined her pussy dripping for them. She teased them all, one after another pressing her tits against one's chest, whispering something that made him grin, then dropping low to shake her ass right in another's face. The club was packed, people noticing, some guys leering, women shooting dirty looks, but Jessica didn't give a shit. This was our anniversary and the time for her to have fun, our shared kink on full blast.

Some wore low riders, French cut, even a few thongs and it appeared that some girls weren't wearing underwear at all. Laura wondered how guys at school could function with all these sexy asses and panty lines around. 'Oh God, does this mean I am a lesbian? Wait a minute, I can't be a lesbian, I like guys. What is wrong with me? Mayby I'm so preoccupied about panties because of the tight ones I'm wearing now, ' Laura reasoned. The highly aroused girl stopped walking and leaned against the wall to avoid an impending orgasm that threatened to boil over. "Oh God! I may have to take these bastards off in order to get through my classes today," Laura whispered to no one in particular.

Dark Temptations – Men who don’t just touch… they claim. Pleasure & Power – Games where surrender is as dangerous as resistance. BDSM & Forbidden Kinks – Chains, blindfolds, rules… and the wicked thrill of breaking them. Primal Possession – Being chased, caught, and taken until you can’t breathe without wanting more. Obsession That Burns – Love that feels like fire, beautiful, consuming, impossible to escape. This is not for the faint or the shy. It will touch you in places no one else dares, leave you burning, and keep you wanting long after the last page.