Lesbian Short Stories To Read Novels & Stories

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

“I don't know, most of them look like they like it. Do you think they are drunk or fucking high or something? “Maybe they are whores who have to do that shit.” “Most of them don’t look like whores, these are homemade videos. That means those guys are wives or girlfriends.” “Do a search for blow jobs, let's see what other women say.” I typed 'blow job' into the G****e search box and the screen filled up with endless pages of links about fellatio. Brenda and I spent the next hour reading articles from the website on how to suck a cock and make it pleasurable for both him and her. There were a lot of pictures, and we even saw some videos that were hotter than the crappy video we'd been watching

"My name is Lily. I was born in a small pack in the eastern mountains. We were poor. Happy. Nothing special." Vance shifted. Impatient. But I kept going. "Five years ago, Alpha Caden came to our lands. He was kind. Charming. I was young and stupid and fell for it." Caden flinched. Small. Almost nothing. "We were mates. Fated. He told me he'd never felt anything like it. I believed him." Serena's smile faded. "Three days later, he rejected me. Stood in front of everyone and said I wasn't good enough. Wasn't pretty enough. Wasn't worthy."

This is a lesbian story of soaked panties, and pussy on pussy. ************ This happened a few weeks ago. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. It’s been playing in my head, over and over, like my body needs to remember every second. I had to write it down. I had to let it live somewhere outside of me.

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.

Lila POV I smile to myself when I take a glance at the reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back at me spells of one word; a seductress. Yes, that's what I plan to do tonight,seduce my boyfriend ànd have him f*ck me senseless. It's been a week since Mark ànd I made love ànd just as always,he left me unsatisfied. I have been pondering on how to make things spicy and steamy between us and this is the solution I came up with.

WARNING: 18+ ONLY!! Dearest Reader, The pleasurable act of sinning never felt so good. LMW presents to you a collection of all the sins you never had the courage to commit…. This book is an exotic collection of 30 different erotic stories, passionate romance, ecstasy, and a salacious manifestation of your darkest desires. There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable, get ready to wet yourselves, dream, desire for more like I did and have fun!

💦Fifteen Minutes of Sin 💦 Siren read the text again and let out a low, throaty laugh that sent a shiver straight down my spine. She was still straddling me, her leather corset pushed down, breasts exposed, and my cum slowly leaking from her well-fucked pussy onto my cock. “Fifteen minutes,” she purred, grinding slowly against me. “That’s plenty of time for a proper lesson, don’t you think?” “Siren… Mistress,” I breathed, already getting hard again despite having just cum. “My roommate will be here any second. We can’t…”

She used another finger to circle around her clit the way she had when she was lying on the bed. “If you start now, Juliette,” he warned. But, she continued. Her nipples were dark buds against the cream colored lace and with a light tug he released them to the air. “The breeze feels good,” she sighed, leaning against the building, touching herself, as her breasts tightened in response to the spring air. “I’ve been wet all day,” She said her eyes hooded and full of honest desire. “I’ve been vibrating, pulsing for more. I tried earlier to satisfy myself, but I can’t,” she complained, and stuck a finger inside herself.

That was the prologue. The real story starts now. We are going to follow the journey of these two women who are from opposite sides of the world. We are entering the untamed planes of Africa. An unconquered land with more secrets and treasures than anyone could ever dare to hope for. Throw in a few supernatural creatures, lame banter between friends and more than a few scenes dedicated to u-haul lesbian drama. This story is dedicated to Laro, my best friend and partner in crime. Thank you for calling me out on my bullshit and reminding me that all my goals are just a few dozen steps out of reach.