Maid Lesbian Novels & Stories

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

"I didn't steal anything. She chose me—" "She chose survival. Adaptation. She's a spy. That's what spies do. They become whatever their target needs. You needed a woman to make you feel powerful. She provided that. You actually think the sex was real? The love? Please. Every moan was calculated. Every touch was strategy. She's been playing you since the day you met." Trina's face went white. "Stop talking."

When had paddling a sub’s ass become a chore? Damien struggled to keep his boredom hidden. The sub tied to the spanking bench deserved his full attention. Anything less was an insult. “How are you doing, Lila?” he asked, putting the paddle aside. Lila was one of the waitresses at Club Obsidian. Since moving to the city, Obsidian had become like a second home to Damien. His old friend, Marcus Hale, owned the BDSM club. “I’m good, Sir,” she murmured, letting out a soft sigh as he ran his hands over her bottom.

Hell, the woman gave him a son, but she hid him, why? “We are not killing anyone, but we’ll need to talk later. I’ll go see Kiara, then we’re going to the L’Montal” I said nodding at Vladimir, we had a few things to deal with at the club we opened here. Needing eyes and ears in England, we had to deal with a few things that included women knowing what they did, Kiara had helped train them with the girls. She had taught them different ways of getting information out of the men, some which didn’t even include the girls giving their bodies, well, unless it was needed. The hookers knew their jobs well, however, Kiara had hired a few girls to be dates or escorts to a few men. They would be their

Selena asked when she and Caterina rejoined the table. “Olympia’s brother, Julio is seeing this new woman and Lym says they’re complete opposites but they fit together so well.” “I’ve always found the concept of ‘opposites attract’ very subjective.” Selena hummed. “I mean aren’t we all on some level opposite to our partners?” Serenity shrugged, “I mean Xander is really sweet to people who he’s close to, but to everyone else he’s ruthless and cold. Maybe it’s all just a matter of perspective.”

"I'm just following your orders, Sir." That's what Cleo always says whenever Cole gives her a command—her boss with the perfect face and a body that could make any woman's panties drop. As the new maid at the Salvatore mansion, she thought her job would only involve cleaning, cooking, and taking care of the dog. She never expected that bedding her master was part of the job description. Cole Salvatore has two sides: the perfectionist CEO always featured in the business section of the newspapers, and the man with needs that no board meeting could ever satisfy. And Cleo? She became the solution. By day, the orders never stop. By night, the moans and gasps never end. But behind thes

"Now, clean yourself up. We have a class to teach." Nalia cast a glance at him, and her heart sank in her. She had just been having sex with her professor in a study lounge, and she had enjoyed it all. The shame was in conflict with desire, yet the recollection of his touch, his taste, his cock inside her... it was too much. Too good. Now twice intimate in her mind, and for this second time she had felt the heavens on her. When Adrian walked away with her out of the lounge with his hand touching her back, under the small part, Nalia knew she was too deep. She couldn't escape him. She didn't want to. This was not the starting point, and she was already addicted.

I was a lesbian, but I was a virgin lesbian all because the only girl I’d ever wanted was the one I couldn’t have. Until tonight. Her boyfriend Liam had cheated on her. Not just cheated… he had fucked her roommate in their own bed and sent Lucinda the video like the arrogant prick he was. When she called me crying, I didn’t even think twice. I picked her up, brought her straight to the club to get her mind off it… and quietly sent three of my guys to handle Liam. By now they were probably teaching him what happens when you hurt someone I care about.

I licked her through it, slower now, until she tugged me up by the hair for a messy kiss. We made it to the couch eventually. Clara retrieved the glass toy from the bedroom and a small bottle of lube. She coated it while I watched, then guided me onto my back. She pushed the toy inside me slowly, watching my face the entire time. Once it was seated deep she climbed over me in reverse, lowering her wet center to my mouth while she took the toy in hand and began to fuck me with it.

Isaac rolled his eyes even though she couldn’t see it. “So, people will consider me as a lesbian. You don't know how pathetic mafia life is for women. We can't even explore our sexuality with other women,” she bitterly let out. “Mia!” Isaac scolded her. “Don't waste my time and tell me what exactly you want?” “I want you to come and take me to the doctor, please,” she requested him and Isaac's eyes curled at the corners. “And that wouldn't look odd to anybody?” He scoffed. “What are you trying to do, Mia, tell me clearly?” He demanded.