Lesbian Short Story Novels & Stories

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.

I stayed with her until the last tremor passed, then kissed the inside of her thigh and stood. We stared at each other for a long moment, both still breathing hard. Then she pulled me in and kissed me again, tasting herself on my lips. The heat that had eased returned full force. She turned me around so I faced the table and pressed against my back. One hand reached around to stroke my clit while the other slid two fingers into my pussy from behind. The angle made every thrust hit deep. I braced my hands on the table and pushed back onto her. The wet slap of her hand against me filled the room. “Fuck, Jayla,” I breathed.

Anna kept licking me through every wave until I was shaking and oversensitive, almost whimpering. She uncuffed one wrist, rolled us, and pulled me on top of her so our wet cunts pressed together. She gripped my ass hard and forced the friction, our clits sliding with every deep grind of our hips. We moved against each other, kissing messily, until I came a third time, grinding down, and she followed with a low broken sound against my neck. Anna traced a slow line down my stomach, her fingers still shiny with me. “You’re still going to write the story, aren’t you?”

Hi there reader, thank you so much for reading this short story. I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave me a review, and if you liked My Husband’s Regret, Not My Problem, then check out my other works. Bye for now.

Episode 45 – A lesbian Story Sienna had always felt it, this quiet hum beneath the surface of her life. It was there in the way she’d linger a fraction too long watching the curve of a woman’s neck in a coffee shop, in the way she’d feel a strange, hollow ache during romantic comedies where the man finally got the girl. It was a whisper in her blood, a color she couldn’t quite name, muted by the comfortable, expected palette of her twenty-eight years.

Melissa’s heart pounded as she stepped into the dimly lit warehouse in Victoria Island. The underground kink party was invitation-only, and she had spent weeks working up the courage to come. At twenty-six, she was tired of boring boyfriends who fucked like they were scared to break her. She wanted more. She wanted to be used. Owned.

she murmurs, her hand resting lightly on my arm, fingers tracing a small circle that feels electric, her breath warm against my ear as she leans in. “Let’s make sure the girls get their turn too. I want dares that make the boys squirm, make them beg a little.” Her eyes sparkle with lust, pupils dilated, and she licks her lips again, slower this time, like she’s imagining tasting skin already. Thalia hesitates for a second, her face still flushed, but then she nods, scooting forward, her shorts riding up to show the curve of her ass cheeks, and she takes the notepad from Ronan when he passes it over.

The shared earbud felt dangerous from the second Mara slid it in. One side for her, one for him. The wire connecting them like some stupid, intimate lifeline. The playlist started again — low at first, then building. A woman’s breathy voice moaning softly, begging for more. Wet sounds. Filthy words. Mara’s face burned. She kept her eyes on the dark window, pretending she wasn’t dying inside. Her thighs were already pressed tight together. She could feel how wet she was. Shame sat heavy in her stomach, but the heat between her legs was worse. Louder.

Sophie pov I took off my skirt and slowly traced lines on my panties, not taking my eyes off the magazine, slowly flipping it to the next page. My breathing grew faster. It was an up-close picture of the woman having her pussy licked by the man. Fuck, I couldn't tease myself any longer. I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit lesbian sexual content, detailed descriptions of arousal and manual stimulation, discussions of watersports/urophilia, BDSM themes (domination/submission), graphic language, and taboo sexual fantasies. CHAPTER ONE Isabella studied her reflection in the rearview mirror as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She frowned.