Mature Lesbian Novels & Stories

When she’d dipped her tongue into the slit in his side, his c*ck had come to attention and saluted her for her ministrations. Leslie slunk back to her bedroom once the door was closed behind her and climbed back into bed. She picked up the small doll that she kept next to her pillow. There was a turtle beside it with a green shell. She’d had both of them for over twenty years, and when she’d first discovered her sexuality, she’d spent many a restless night pleasuring herself with one or the other pressed tightly against her pubic mound. Finally, she looked into the turtle’s eyes and said, “You’ve missed me, haven’t you? Admit it.” She giggled, adding, “Don’t worry, I might still have some us

In that case, make yourself comfortable and just watch us. I stay very still, watching as this pair of beauties begin to kiss and caress each other. In front of me a lesbian scene begins to play, worthy of an acclaim. While I just limit myself to watching and feeling very miserable.

There was a subtle chill in Levi’s smile, “And this logic of yours is really interesting. Are you implying that you yourself are actually a lesbian?” Maery threw the other an inquiring look; thus Levi elaborated, “…sat on top of my impressive package for so long, yet where is that… what’s that you ladies call it? A ‘lady boner’? If you are not gay, where is your lady boner, huh?” Maery, “…” （ ﾟДﾟ）’…alright, he got me there.’ That was indeed a huge package, but when she remembered the owner… ai, she really couldn’t “get it up”!

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.

“I still wanna know, bisexual women feel both dick and pussy, right?” Joe was drunk, talking in Zahn's face. “Now, people claim that lesbians don't feel dick at all. How's that possible?” Zahn looked at him like he was annoying her. “That's cause they don't.”

But that was the nut of the problem. There was one girl in the school who was an open lesbian. Her name was Lisa and she played on the softball team and was all of the clichés that people associated with lesbianism. She was a bit masculine, she was strong and athletic, she had a deeper voice, a bit chubby, and was a bit aggressive. Furthermore, she tended to alienate girls and discomfit boys. It didn't matter that she was a very nice person when you got to know her (Rachael knew Lisa when they were younger and had been friendly acquaintances if not friends). But that wasn't Rachael. She wasn't just suppressing some sort of inner stereotypical lesbian; she was a lesbian and girly-girly.

I saw Matt wave to me from across the room and I made my way over. He got up and kissed me ‘hello’ and introduced me to all of his friends. Over the next few hours, I had a great time. Aside from being with a good guy that I actually really liked and being praised for being “so cool” to be the only chick in the strip club, I also really enjoyed pussy in my face. That was something that Matt had no idea about. In fact, no one did. I had only had a few lesbian experiences prior and had told no one about them. I believe that every girl is entitled to have a few naughty secrets.

"I rest my case. Taylor Stern, closet lesbian." Her hands balled into fists, but she remained stock still as I fingered her pussy. "I. Am not. A lesbian!" "Your mouth says no, but the pussy doesn't lie, Taylor." I rubbed my thumb and forefinger together, then slowly pulled them apart. The ooze from her cunt stretched into a thin line between them.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

Jan’s still firm thirty-six C cup size with incredible big nipples on huge aureoles, they must be more than an inch in diameter, are magic for me. “Tell me what both of you want and like, Kate.” “Help us live our our fantasies. “I want my man to masturbate while he watches. Lesbian sex always has an extra dimension with my man watching, enjoying and masturbating,” I tell her as she rubs her cunt on mine as we tongue kiss with the tips of our wet tongues. "That is so good, so fucking good," I moan as she continues to grind her cunt into mine. “And I want you to make me squirt, really squirt,” I whisper as she lays me on my back on the bed, then puts a pillow under my ass.