Lesbian Submission Novels & Stories

Story 7: Make My Boyfriend’s Sister Cum 4 JEWEL Lani laid straight on the bed, her fingers under my chin as she looked at me with those obsessive and dominant eyes of hers which made me wish I could curl up in her arms forever as she protects and loves me. I have always known of my sexuality but I never knew I’m more of the submissive one until I met her, Lani. She made me feel protected and loved, the way her arms curled around my waist dominantly made me purred like a baby, the way she kissed and teased my mouth made me have the thoughts of hiding her away from the world and make her only do this to me.

She ground into me as she moaned into his mouth and he stiffened now hard again into my bottom. With a shuddering heave and a muffled howl, she shoved somehow even more onto my fingers and orgasmed, gushing into my hand. It was better than I could ever have possibly imagined during all of our teasing talks. Feeling a woman shudder below my hand like that was as breathtaking as if I'd come myself. I was astonished realizing that. I had no idea. For the first time in my life, lesbians made perfect sense. * "Oh, I fuck married people all the time, you know? But never just husbands or wives. Only together. A girl has to have standards, you know."

Nickey replied casually, keeping his tone even, but the USB burned in his pocket, a reminder of secrets and threats he could wield. She moved along the path toward him, lace brushing his arm, sending an electric current up his spine. “I’m glad you notice. It calms me out here,” she said, and the hum now seemed deliberate, teasing. Nickey’s chest tightened. There was a twist here—Trina thought this was all a game. She had no idea he would use this information, this USB, against her husband.

she asked, straddled me reverse, and sank down with a gasp. “Side gig,” I grunted, with my hands on her hips, watched her ass bounce as she rode me. Truthfully, Cara’s money paid for it all, her red lipstick marks hid under my collar. Lana came twice that night, once grinding on my face, thighs all slick; and once with me behind her on all fours, pulling her hair while she begged for deeper. No orders, just raw flow, her pussy fluttered, milked my cum as I filled the condom, and we collapsed in a sweaty pile.

Neal snatched Mom's phone and watched the video with relish. Then, he turned to the paparazzi with a smile. "I'm sorry that you guys had to see my fetish." He slowly got to his knees before me and said, "Please slap me, darling." I hesitated, unable to bring myself to do it. He held my hand and lightly patted his face with it. "Thanks, darling." Everyone was stunned. They thought this was just regular family drama, but it turned out to be a huge scoop. The CEO of Gray Corporation was into sadomasochism—what was that, if not big news?

As she stood before him, vulnerable and exposed, she felt a surge of power in her submission. "Bend over the table," Liam commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. Without hesitation, Isla complied, positioning herself on the elegant wooden table in the center of the room. Her heart pounded as she felt his hands on her hips, guiding her into the perfect position. She arched her back, offering herself to him, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders.

"It's unfortunate, you would have been really useful. You're kind of cute too." As he began walking away, Nate felt as if ever single of his steps were signing his death warrant. Time had slowed down exponentially, feeling as if every single second felt like an hour as his mind raced with thoughts of what Dante had wanted and how he could have been useful. He had no idea why he had to tease him or act as if he was going to stab him, and the worse was that Dante had began undressing himself. It was only then that Nate finally connected the dots, gasping when he realized what Dante had been begging to receive. "You're..." he gulped, his eyes widening as he saw Dante's firm fingers reached onto

Her eyes drilled on mine, imagining me as her employer, Yulian, demanding me to bow down and worship her. Guttural sounds filled the room. Venicia started to massage the length of the dildo with her two hands-- up and down, up and down she went. Her tongue played with the round top and with a rhythmical motion she would bob her head down to almost swallowing the whole thing in her mouth. Spit ran down the side of her lips. The black of her eyes disappeared as she enveloped herself with lust and wanting. My stomach revolted with her sight and I almost wanted to puke on my spot.

On her laptop screen, two women were having passionate lesbian sex, one licking the other. I bit my lip hard. I didn’t know she was into girls. The sight of her touching herself like that made my own pussy throb instantly. I should have left. But I couldn’t move. Lynn’s fingers moved faster. She moaned louder, her hips lifting off the bed. “Fuck… yes…” she whispered. I slipped my hand into my shorts without thinking. I was already wet. I rubbed my clit slowly, watching her. My breath was shaky. I had fantasized about her so many times, but seeing her like this was something else.

Taken aback by the vehemence of Linda's questioning, Jennifer blurted out, "No, ma'am, it's not like that. I just don't know how. She's all I've ever wanted. When we've masturbated together, all I wanted was for her to kiss me. I would fuck her in an instant if I knew she wanted me too." Shaking her head in disgust, Linda had to turn her head to keep the frightened girl from seeing her satisfied smile. She couldn't wait to have her daughter and surrogate daughter fucking like horny little bunnies, just like Linda and Beth. But Linda was determined to have fun with the young girl first. After all, at this very moment, Beth was busy seducing Brittany. Why shouldn't she have some lesbian fun wi