Nifty Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

I’m also bisexual but never told a soul. While I was out of town, I let Elijah borrow my MacBook MagSafe charger. I was taking a semester off and rarely used it. A month later it was time to register for classes and my laptop was dead. Elijah was at work so I went into his room looking for the charger. I careful searched as to not make it look like the FBI was looking for the Watergate tapes in there. In his desk I came across what appeared to be a diary. I’m an asshole sometimes I admit. So what did I do? I opened it and read parts of it. Turns out my “straight” roommate has homosexual thoughts and fantasies he has been fighting.

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied Well, that was what she wanted, wasn't it? I had to play by the rules of her games for a while.

As one tangled mass of bodies and roaming hands, we slip into the library, heading straight for the large leather chairs. At the edge of the chair, Nina drops to her knees first, her shirt riding up to reveal her smooth thighs. She eagerly pulls my pants down, freeing my cock with hungry determination. Lisa slips her own shirt off, dropping it to the floor, and whispers to me, "Fuck me first, but save it for Nina."

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

she whispered, rubbing two fingers along my slick folds. She lifted me onto the desk and climbed up after me, shedding her blouse and skirt. Her full breasts spilled free, nipples hard. She spread my legs wide and pressed her own dripping pussy directly against mine. The first hot, wet slide of her cunt against my clit made us both moan loudly. Kimberly started grinding—slow, deep rolls of her hips that rubbed our swollen clits together perfectly. Our juices mixed, making everything slippery and obscene. “Fuck, Nadine… your pussy feels so good against mine,” she groaned, leaning down to kiss me as she humped me harder. Her heavy tits pressed against mine, nipples rubbing together with every

She said, “You know your brother thinks you’re gay? I laughed, “He didn’t think that when we were kids and he beat my skinny ass because he thought I was messing with one of his girlfriends!” “Your brother is a funny guy. You know, we ‘swing’ sometimes with other couples. These are usually like orgies, but Jim started getting jealous and would only let me get it on with women he was fucking or he would pick men and have me get on my knees and suck their cocks. I lost interest now, so it’s me and my vibrator.” She laughed heartily and swiped a hand across her crotch. Then she got dressed in her sweaters and coat and rushed out, yelling over her shoulder she needed to get her “brats.”

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. Outside, the air is cool, with the bass getting lower while we walk through an alley. ... But I don't think it's as cool as my lips are now I'm running my tongue over them lightly. I hadn't realised it at the bar, but... She's tall, really tall, so tall that even though I'm walking slightly behind her I'm still easily dwarfed by her frame.

She typed: How to make love to a woman? She felt restless as the page loaded and as she scrolled through the results, she was frustrated to see that all of them were from a man’s perspective. Oh come on. Was it so hard to give her what she wanted? She hesitantly added the keyword lesbian, reloaded the page, waiting.

I’d got chills and fever now, fears and longings; I wanted Ellis like hell, but what exactly did ‘wanting’ mean? What did lesbians do? Should I start or would she? Dodgiest of all: was I actually a lesbian? Would I end up wishing Ellis had a cock? I’d a sneaky feeling I might, but one look at her beautiful face, her soft, smooth skin and her long, graceful body made it seem less important. Well, a bit less... When we got to her flat — a place as subtle and elegantly expensive-looking as its mistress — all trace of that briefly pensive Ellis had gone.