Limerence Books Novels & Stories

I bit my lips softly, leaning my weight back into my dressing chair. I loved lesbian books and p**n so much that I had secretly wanted to be a lesbian adult actor. “Yes Mummy,” the second female lead moaned. Slurpy gliding sound of wet pussies brushing over each other resounded loudly into my ears. I wanted so badly to be a part of this. I sorted my legs high on my table, pushing off the distracting book that laid on my way with my right leg. It landed face down with a loud thud. I didn’t care.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

“We’re bringing our own drinks. Maximus said he’d be on the lookout and Jeckell is gone.” “Doesn’t mean there’s others that won’t try the same shit,” I palmed my face. “Really, Loren. All I want to do is read my tacky romance novel and go to bed.” I turned back to the book in my hands. It was something I’d picked up from the “free” part of the library that afternoon. A cliché novel about mermen and sirens. It was highly unrealistic but damn, did it have good sex scenes. Loren “hmphed” and crossed her arms over her chest. Then she jumped across the room, snatched the book out of my hands and threw it away from me. I stared at her, slack jawed and completely baffled.

Vivian apologized with a trembling voice which made me even more excited. The long legs I have been fantasizing about were now right in front of me, trembling and calling me to caress them. “You were questioning my manliness.. So it wouldn't be wrong for me to show you” I said while gently running my fingers up their long legs. They pressed their thighs together when I ran my hand over the hem of their short skirts. I noticed they didn't resist and their eyes trembled with visible desire. Finally, I had them exactly where I wanted. I felt a rush of satisfaction when I noticed the way they were staring at my fingers as I ran them over their thighs.

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

"Do whatever makes you feel good." "You make me feel good, Mari," Lucas teased. "Probably should do you, then." It was a joke, of course. But the fucking nerves! I squirm from under my black gingham pants and bodysuit. My toes slightly curl from the inside of my red suede Louboutins. Yep, I needed to get laid. It was the only way I could calm the nerves. But my pride disagrees with me with another painful throb in my temples. Wretched migraines.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

the message read. “This is my chance to find out what Alma is up to, I can't miss it” I ignored Haze's message, slipping my phone in the pocket of my trousers. I gently pushed the door open, the library was illuminated by the soft glow of a crystal chandelier, Heavy drapes covered the windows. The air was filled with the smell of polished wood and old paper. I've always liked the library, its towering shelves that were filled with books that had secrets to share, although I hardly ever come to the Hernandez library, I wonder what kind of books they stacked in here.

The work was slow and exacting, exactly the kind of quiet concentration that usually kept my mind from wandering. Tonight it wasn’t working. My thoughts kept drifting the way they always did when the library emptied and the stacks stretched out in shadow. I had spent years in this room—first as a graduate assistant, then as the junior archivist, now as the one trusted with the most delicate materials. 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 flipped their pages one by one, reading each like with slow precision to make sure I didn't skip a name. My back ached after hours of reading but I dare not complain. I learnt so much with the books while I searched. I started the second book too and dove in with renewed energy. At the end of the book, I found new words related to a symptom of the dancing flower curse. “Lumaris.” I repeated it to the spiritual healer. “What does it mean?” He looked at me baffled but then fetched a book of herbs he already had. He fidgeted with his lens until they were at the top of his nose before he shakily scanned through the pages with one finger.