Lesbians Novels & Stories

Tasha warned. When they say to their bidding, they don't mean respect them; or be loyal to them only. They are a set of bisexual girls. They have been sending me random letters and stalking me to be part of their cruel scheme because they love my body! Can you imagine these, girls? "One week to agree to us if not," they trailed off and began to walk away. I gazed at their backs before shaking my head. They must be really crazy, and besides, the last thing I want to do is get myself involved with lesbians.

“I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.” My mouth fell open. “Wait…what? Are you gay?” “I’m bi, babe. What’s there not to love about women?” She leaned back, counting on her fingers. “The ass? Soft, round, perfect to grab. The boobs? God, the way they bounce when she’s riding your face. The pussy? tastes like fucking heaven. But back to what I was saying…you should see the way this girl fucked my brains out.” She launched into it, voice dropping low and filthy.

A pillow under my ass, any thoughts of Cecil banished as Sarah gave me a long and exquisite tongue fuck. Inviting me to meet some of her girlfriends on Tuesday afternoon. Just as l had guessed they were all incredibly attractive lipstick lesbian, bi-sex women, beautifully groomed in designer clothing, three around my age, a fourth one Marie much younger in her mid-twenties. One of the women I recognized as an important politician with a husband on numerous business boards.