Novel & Cerita Lesbien Short Stories

She dexterously juggled my balls with her slender fingers, rubbed my shaft with long, sensuous strokes intermixed with quicker, harder hand-tugs, the silver bands on her thumbs flashing. My body quivered with delight, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better than having my girlfriend’s mother jerk me off while my girl frolicked in a bikini in the blistering background, Leslie put my piece in her personal piece de resistance by seizing my prick at the base and tonguing my hood. ‘Yeah, suck my cock, Mrs Warren!’ I groaned, my knees buckling with the sexual weight of the well-aged brunette lashing at my bloated cock-top with her slippery tongue.

She cried out as the cool air hit her wetness, the sound echoing faintly in the vast space. Leviathan didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between her legs. His tongue was a brand of fire on her cool flesh. He laved her with broad, slow strokes, savoring the taste of her; sweet and sharp, like pomegranates and lightning. She was already soaking wet, her arousal a slick welcome. He found the hard, aching nub of her clit and focused his attention there, sucking and flicking his tongue with a relentless rhythm that had her bucking against his mouth.

EPISODE ONE: Nudes exposed, Lust awakened. The words on the phone screen hit her like a fist into her chest. “I ACTUALLY BELIEVED YOU WERE DIFFERENT…..TURNS OUT YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A CHEAP, DESPERATE WHORE LIKE THE OTHERS.” Selena stared in disbelief to her phone, her hands shaking so hard the phone almost slipped from her grasp. A small, broken sound left her lips, a repeated whisper of the words “No…..no….no..no”

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

She’s bold and fierce. I like her. I like her attitude especially with the way she carries herself. She’s got confidence that will surely shock your whole body. She’s also beautiful and got a nice racks. She might probably a whore too. “I’ve been calling you for a while now, Liam. Why are you not answering your phone?” Resting my back on the wall, I sighed. “Cresh, I already told you I only fucked once. If you want a cock to hang on your pussy then might go to the bar and search for a hungry cock that will satisfy you.”

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.

Lia wore the shortest skirt she owned and a tight black top with no bra, nipples hard against the fabric and no panties. The black SUV flashed its lights. She climbed in. Ethan was in the driver’s seat, Jax riding shotgun. “Look at this eager little cumrag,” Jax laughed, reaching back to shove two thick fingers straight into her soaked hole without warning. “Already fucking dripping. You been clenching that nerd cunt all day thinking about getting wrecked again?”

And for almost as many years I had carried the same secret fantasy: being bent over one of these tables, skirt pushed up, mouth used until I couldn’t speak, while the rare books watched in silence. I never told anyone. I barely admitted it to myself in daylight. But after midnight, when the building belonged only to me, the fantasy sat closer to the surface. I shifted in my chair, thighs pressing together under the modest black skirt I always wore for work. The movement made the silk of my underwear brush against skin that was already too warm. I ignored it and turned another page. The soft click of the outer door lock made my head lift. Footsteps. Measured. Familiar.

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.