Novel & Cerita Lesbian Short Story

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

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.”

She stood naked before him, the firelight dancing across her skin. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured. Hands joined his ,gentle at first. A beautiful trans woman with long dark hair and soft curves knelt beside her, kissing her thigh while another woman with short blonde hair sucked on her breasts. A muscular man with tattoos pressed against her back, his hard cock nestling between her ass cheeks as he kissed her neck. Nadia moaned, overwhelmed in the best way. Elias guided her down onto a large, soft blanket near the fire. The group moved with her, surrounding her with warmth and desire.

“Cum with me. Cum on my pussy, Luna.” Our movements became desperate and sloppy. The sound of our wet pussies slapping together filled the room as we both chased our orgasms. Vesper suddenly cried out, her body shaking violently as she came, grinding her clit hard against mine. The feeling of her cumming on me pushed me over the edge. I screamed, my pussy gushing against hers as my orgasm crashed through me. We kept grinding through our orgasms, our pussies pulsing and leaking all over each other until we were both a trembling, soaked mess.

"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."

She was 5'6, soft in the right places, sharp in others, with dark brown eyes so deep they almost swallowed light. Those eyes messed with me more than anything else. You could not always tell where she was looking, and that made me feel exposed. People joked that we could pass for sisters. She was white, I was half-Mexican, and somehow that contrast only made us closer. I learned early how to keep my mouth shut. I learned how to laugh, flirt with men, play the role of the fun friend while my desire stayed buried. Being lésbian does that to you sometimes. You learn restraint like a second language.

ELYSE I came here for one reason, to stop myself from having the evil thoughts that my head is filled with but instead I’ve started something that I knew I would not be ending soon. After speaking to Tristan my husband, I feel asleep and I’m only just waking up. I rush into the bathroom and take a cool bath, I walk back into the room and lay stark naked as I think of what these two men would and can do to me at once. With those thoughts still in my head I push my finger into my clit and thrust hard and fast. In no time, I come while biting down hard on a pillow to stop myself from screaming out loud. Damn, this is the best feeling I’ve had in a long time.

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at

Her breath caught, and still she moved forward. The Lair was darker than she expected. No signs. No music. Just soft murmurs, occasional gasps, and the unmistakable sound of skin meeting skin. It was an invitation-only club that most people pretended didn’t exist. The rumors said women were auctioned off for nights of sin. That submission was worshipped. That the rich and ruthless came here to indulge their darkest urges. Lana had been following the trail for months, writing fluff pieces about wine and society events just to get close to the whispers. And finally, someone had slipped her the address with a smirk and one sentence: “You’ll either leave on your knees or not at all.”

All that was left was the porcelain white skin of her small boobs that Edward was straining to see. He leaned back and sighed when Grace stood up straight to kiss me on the lips. Two pairs of tits were grinding against each other. "Wow," he muttered as his favorite po*no subgenre: interracial lesbian played out in front of him. "Wow, wow, wow." "Look, daddy," Grace said. She glanced at me. "Can I call him 'daddy,' too?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Look at us kiss, daddy," she said. And she slithered her tongue into my mouth. We wrapped our arms around each other, our chests smooched together, and we moaned loudly and exaggeratedly as we French-kissed.