Lesbien Short Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Best Orgasm From a Ghost Lisa caught Sebastian, her boyfriend of three years, having sex with Alma, her cousin on the day of their anniversary. She was heartbroken not only because she loved him dearly, but because he was her first in everything and he broke her trust for her cousin who's a married woman! Wanting to forget and move on, Lisa resigned from her job where she works with both of them, and decided to have a vacation. She could use a little rest from working too much as well. She went to their small town and will stay with her auntie for a while.

‎ ‎She grabbed her breasts with both hands, feeling them through the fabric of her thin blouse. ‎ ‎"So swollen... So full, God! Look at that." ‎ ‎She stared at herself in the mirror, her mouth slowly opening as her lust kept building. ‎ ‎"Well if Alex wouldn't come home soon, I guess..." ‎ ‎Elena's hand slipped lower, lower, past her navel as she skimmed the top of her shorts for a second before dragging it down to expose her skin. ‎ ‎She turned to expose her beautiful, petite ass. Her smooth skin glittering under the florescent lights.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and breeding frenzy. Selene watched for a moment, then joined them. She straddled Lucien’s chest, facing the female riding his cock. She grabbed the younger female’s hair and kissed her brutally while grinding her own dripping pussy against Lucien’s sternum. “Harder,” Selene commanded. “Make him knot you properly.” The female obeyed , bouncing faster, forcing Lucien’s swelling knot past her entrance. When it locked, she howled, body convulsing in orgasm. Lucien groaned into the pussy still smothering his face, his own knot swelling fully inside the tight heat.

My mind wouldn’t settle until my pussy was slick and throbbing, until the ache between my legs was satisfied. And tonight was no different. I sneaked into the library at that time of the night using the spare keycard I’d borrowed from my roommate earlier. My backpack was heavy because of what I’d hidden inside my thickest textbook; a slim silver bullet vibrator and a bottle of lube. I was in my usual nerd uniform. An oversized cardigan, a pleated skirt that rested just above my knees, and rimmed glasses; my hair was in a messy bun with a pencil stuck into it.

“Good. Stay with me.” Finn's finger pushed inside. León cried out in pain. His body fought it, clenching tight, and Finn paused, letting him adjust. “You're so tight,” Finn gritted out. “Your hole is not like a woman's. It's too small. We'll have to take our time.” “Let me,” Fyre's voice purred from somewhere to León's left. “He'd prefer a lighter touch to start, I think.” Finn withdrew his finger, and León sobbed with relief. Then new hands touched him, and he froze.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Layla POV My body bristles with anger even as the rain pours down on me. I don’t bother to walk faster. I don’t bother to cover myself. I imagine that the rain is cleansing my sins. That it’s erasing my lust and shame. It all seems a little childish now. Everything I did, it was only because I thought that my feelings would be reciprocated. I never imagined that I would be the only one wanting this. I threw myself at the man, and confessed to everything, but still, he didn’t want me. It was almost like he didn’t want anything to do with me. If that was the case, why did he kiss me first?

It wasn't pain, but pleasure. And sex became a routine Vay enjoyed with Ben, not as a virgin anymore, but a perfect sex slave Ben didn't regret he had. 8B: HER LESBIAN FANTASY 1. Sheila walked through the hallway, piles of worked and unworked documents in her hand, heading for her boss’s office. As she got closer to the door and made use of her knuckle, but no response, muffled moaning sounds attracted her attention. She paused. Placing her ears on the door, it creaked open, causing her to lose her balance.

Her legs straddle me on both sides while her breasts rub against my breasts suggestively. I’m shocked by how good it feels. I’m not expecting it to feel this good. I let out a gasp at the feel of Bey’s fingers playing with the strings of my shorts. She pulls it down, and slides her fingers inside. She moans when she realizes how wet I am. “I didn’t know you liked lesbians,” she licks my neck; trails kisses past my earlobe to my cheek. “If I knew, I would have made a move on you sooner. Would have crawled in between your sheets and sucked your pussy hard until you came.”

Cora’s POV. “SMACK!” My skin sizzled from the impact of Ace's spank. I couldn't hold back the helpless moan escaping my lips. His palm grabbed onto the seam of my bum shorts, and he pulled it really hard, letting the fabric sit tightly between my folds. It felt so teasing, so hot, and my clit throbbed in response to the friction. “The way those pretty pink lips of yours fall out of your shorts is quite the sight. I wonder what they'll look like by the time I'm done fucking you,” he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth.