Passionate Lesbian Novels & Stories

Passionate. Forever ours.

Lesbians, bi-sexual and straight women all have the same physiology, yet different visually, audibly, and olfactory stimuli were specific arousal cues. Most lesbians didn't like Old Spice, The Firemen of New York calendars and Enrique Iglesias. At the very least they aren't throwing their panties at Enrique. Touch and taste tend to be unisex. Baring you having big, calloused man-paws, fingers are fingers and hands are hands. Taste is taste and more individual specific than gender-related.

She is a very sexy lady with an ebony skin, and her curves were very attractive. I stood up from my office chair immediately and followed her straight to the restroom. I opened the door and my eyes were greeted with the best sight ever. She was fully naked and had her pants on her finger. “Damn bitch. You've made me wet already” I said as I rushed towards her while pulling off my own dress. We started kissing passionately as we were both fingering each other. It was a really thrilling and fun moment. I am actually attracted to both sex but Anna claims to be a lesbian and she has been given one of the best lesbian sex for the past two weeks.

“Are you alright, Patricia?” I placed my hand on the burning skin of my chest. My eyes still followed Jessica as she slowly enlarged the distance between us, looking completely petrified of what she had done. I don’t know what hurt more at that moment; the burn on my skin, or the fact that she hated me enough to do this to me. “Why?” Just then, as if God had answered my subconscious wishes, I heard a voice, the voice which I desperately longed for more than anything at that moment.

Her gentle but hot palms squeezed and caressed Lalisa’s chest, while her lips took possession of one nipple, sucking deeply and skillfully. On the left, Seren, the representative of passion and ferocity, was not to be outdone. She attacked Lalisa’s lower body without delay. Her large hands, slightly rough from hard training, roamed over her flat stomach before moving down to the center of desire, which was now wet and waiting for penetration. Seren’s strong fingers pushed into Lalisa’s passage, faster and deeper than she had ever felt before. It created a feeling of being stuffed that mixed with pleasure until Lalisa instinctively arched her hips to receive it.

There, she’ll be pushed to explore public submission, threesomes, girl-on-girl temptation, and more. If you crave dark, explicit stories laced with BDSM, dominance, rough passion, multiple partners, punishment, humiliation, and raw, forbidden heat, this one’s for you. * * * CHAPTER 1 — Axel Questionable bio… Left Only group photos … Left Not my type … Left “Hey, are you alright, man?” Levi asks. “Yeah,” I reply, dropping my phone on the table. “I’m just getting really fucking tired of getting catfished with all this online dating crap. Every time I show up to meet a chick, I feel like I’m playing Russian roulette.”

After a few minutes of silent cuddling, she pulled out her phone. I smiled, watching her unknowingly move herself towards even further devotion. Beth, meanwhile, was a whole other story. See, Beth was a lesbian. Still is, in fact. "Fuck me," she moaned, her fingers sliding in and out of her dripping pussy. "Fuck me, Toby. Make me yours. I want your cock inside me. I want it so bad..."

Finally, James broke the tension in the room. “Would you like to kiss her?” “James!” I bleated. “Unfair! That’s suggestion and you know it.” The man had been deliberately provoking her. Whilst I had no idea what kind of drug he’d given her, she’d better hope it was the one that knocked your memory out dead. Otherwise, she was going to have a very interesting lesbian interlude to add to her already impressive resume.

The fire in Evelyn’s body had only burned hotter. As if possessed, she had grabbed his hand and guided it over her body, breathlessly whispering, "Touch me..." His sharp eyes had darkened with lust as he obliged, his hands roaming her body and causing her to moan with every touch. Responding to her moans, he had pulled her closer, deepening their feverish kiss. One of his strong hands had gripped her waist, while the other had tangled in her hair, holding her in place as their passion escalated.

"I've always played on the team. I mean, I could have this season too, but you know..." "Sure," Charlotte said vaguely. She couldn't care less if I played in a National team or a World Champion. When she walked off towards the coach, I whacked my head back against the wall. Fantastic. I'd managed to sound up-myself and a pathetic loser at the same time. "You've got the hots for her," said Olive. "What? I hardly know her!" I protested. "I see these things," she explained. "It's like an extra sense I've got."