Online Lesbian Erotica Novels & Stories

When one had to cross between worlds to be with the other, the purest form of love bloomed and flourished even in the darkest place of Erebus. Hades kissed Persephone on the mouth so deeply, drawing on her beautiful scented breath like it was her own. Leaving the maiden gasping for air, she licked her way down Persephone's chin and burrowed her face into her firm round breasts. The dark goddess squeezed and devoured the hardened nipples earnestly. It made Persephone's heart leap against her ribs, and she gripped the silk on the bed and arched her dainty form. Her lovely face contorted with a strange new pleasure. Hades's hot tongue scorched her skin like melting lava. The goddess pressed her

She grabbed my breasts and squeezed as she came and I loved the feeling of her hands on my tits even if she did squeeze harder than perhaps, I would have liked. The knickers finally gave in as their batteries finally ran out. The assistant wasted no time in removing them and discarding them. Her hands quickly made their way to my wet and waiting cunt. I moaned with pleasure as her long tender fingers quickly found my clitoris and twirled it and pressed it. I wriggled and writhed as she controlled my entire body from just one tiny button. Her neat pussy rubbing against my embarrassingly hairy unkempt pubic hair jungle. I gasped as she grinded into my pussy making my clitoris scream. I smirked

Another voice from the dark: "Let me touch her." Rome's grip tightened. Amara opened her eyes. It was Levi. Silent. Watching. Wanting. "Let him," she whispered. Rome looked up at her, shocked. Her cunt clenched around him. "Please." Levi stepped closer. His hand brushed her breast, and she moaned so loudly it made someone else groan. Then his fingers were between her thighs, rubbing where she needed it most. She fell apart. Her orgasm hit like a storm, tearing through her until her vision blurred. Rome cursed. He wasn’t far behind. She felt him spill inside her, hot and thick, and she didn’t stop riding until he was shaking.

Venetia nodded, her breath hitching as the head pressed against her tight hole. "Relax," Lila murmured, her fingers circling Venetia’s clit as I pushed in, just the tip at first. Venetia whimpered, her body tensing. "Breathe," Lila coaxed. "Just breathe and take it." I inched forward, my cock pushing in and out of her, her ass gripping me like a vice. "Ow." she gasped. "It’s so big."

Luna lost count of how many hands touched her, how many fingers pushed inside her pussy to test her wetness, how many mouths latched onto her nipples. Then a woman approached...forties, beautiful, obviously wealthy. She paid five thousand dollars. "I want to participate," she announced. Adrian nodded. "Then join us. Luna, on your back." Luna repositioned, and the woman climbed onto the platform with her. She was still fully clothed in an expensive dress, but she knelt between Luna's legs and lowered her mouth to Luna's pussy. The woman ate her skillfully while the crowd watched and the artists documented. Luna came on the stranger's tongue, screaming, her back arching.

He seemed to get the idea and sank his fingers as deep as he could get… spreading her labia, stroking her clit with the other hand. “You nerdy slut,” he whispered, his voice low, intoxicating. “Ride my fingers,” he said. “I won’t,” she said, trembling. “I don’t want this.” But as he tried to pull his fingers away, she shamelessly moved her hips to match him, desperate for friction… craving every inch. His hands moved faster now, when he added a third finger she was so wet that it felt right, fingers perfectly angled, teasing her G-spot. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, breathless. “Like a fountain.”

I rubbed slow circles over my clit, imagining it was Zane’s thick cock driving into me instead, or Xavier’s hand gripping my throat while he slammed home from behind. "F..fuck Zane....go harder!!" I moaned out loud, legs spreading wider on the bed as I pumped my fingers faster, my thumb was grinding over my clit. On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers

I play it cool. The oh-so-lovely Luna, who is popular across the country for her innocent, vulnerable, and special aura, has an erotic image as her background. And not just any erotic image; it’s her own with her mate, that Alpha Ibhaan, where all of their ‘concealable’ assets are put on clear display for enemies like me to gawk at. I am in dilemma. I try not to squirm at how comfortably she was sitting in Ibhaan’s lap with his length in her...ahem! And how Ibhaan is lustfully cupping her right breast while nibbling at the crook of her neck.

The dressing gown fell away, as Lala opened her legs wide, hooking the backs of her knees over the armchair’s rests, exposing her pink and brown vagina, and the black hole of its interior. ‘Kneel down,’ she said. Sèdonoudè did so. He brought his face closer and closer, until the mild whiff of piss and sexual juices entered his nostrils, at once repulsing and attracting him, like pheromones calling him from across wild plains. He put two fingers of one hand on the lips of each labia, and spread them apart, exposing more of the pink muscle and beckoning hole. With the index finger of his other hand he rubbed Lala’s clitoris gently round in a clockwise circle, and watched, fascinated, as the li

I was sure it was her. I even opened my eyes, slightly trembling. But the woman below me, with her head tilted back, was not blonde. I closed my eyes again, letting the sounds I heard look like Joana's voice. It wasn't a sin. I was just exploring those sensations to the fullest. Maybe Joana wasn't the goddess of sex emerging to take me to the abyss of pleasure. I let myself be convinced that it was her. So what was love, became fucked up. The dirtiest kind possible. "Oh my God... "Maria moaned softly.