Peaches Lesbian Novels & Stories

Tasha stared at the peach dress hanging from her closet door while chewing on her nails. It was soft, feminine. A dress that said sweet, not easy. She liked it. Loved it, even. But Debby hated it. "You are not wearing that," Debby declared, flopping belly-first onto the bed like a judge striking a gavel. "That's a Sunday brunch dress. We are going for Friday night fire." Tasha eyeballed her. "Really now." "Really, just hear me out," Debby said, chewing on a red Twizzler. "That peach thing says, 'Hi, I'm sweet and romantic and would never stab you in your sleep.' The leather one says, 'I might choke you, but you'll like it.'"

They gossiped to each other about what just happened. “I didn’t think there are people out there who’s allergic to peaches.” One of the waiters said. “I guess the man ordered everything without her knowledge. He looks really worried for her. They make a really good couple, don’t you think?” Alexander ignored the last remark and focused on the first part instead. She was allergic to peaches? It wasn’t in the file. Alexander remembered that Selena was also allergic to peaches in the past. She would get a fever and turn pale whenever she ate them. Not only did she have the same green eyes as Selena, she also had the same allergy as her.

he told me in a low voice. I nodded, gesturing for him to go on. “Her name is Peaches.” I raised my eyebrows at the name. “She’s a prostitute,” Lyle explained. I nodded. This made sense. Because women who worked the street had such a wide range of clientele, it was easy for them to hear and gather information. “Peaches is also a part of an underground informant group called The Cherry Pickers,” Lyle went on. “She said this information was hard to obtain, so it’s going to be pretty expensive.”

“That was—“ I pant, trying to find the words but she doesn’t let me. She’s back to sucking my pussy hard. Again, I cry out. I grab fistfuls of her, holding her in place. Bey nods; her way of saying she’s not going anywhere. She licks me with long, skilled strokes. So this is what it feels like to be sucked by a woman. It is nothing short of divine. I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to finally get around to screwing a lesbian. I had been so busy chasing cocks, I’d almost forgotten I had to fuck a lesbian— to get it off my list. I shut my eyes tightly, feeling the rippling sensations of each suck, as it tears through my hole. “Oh god,” I heave. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to fucking cum.”

Katie, the head cheerleader, watched through the door window, her own plan spinning in her head as she put her phone away, having filmed the lesbian scene for the past few minutes. She walked away, not wanting them to know that she knew of their lesbianism as she formulated a full plan, the idea of having a couple nerd dykes to serve her appealing, even if one was the Minister's daughter. A chill went up Eve's spine at the intimacy of the kiss. She didn't want it to end, although it seemed to trigger a gush in her vagina that had finally just begun to be squelched by the Lord's juice.

I want him to make me scream, with pleasure as I dig my nails inside his skin. I'm not a masochist but I don’t want ‘lilies and fairies’ type of sex. I don’t want petals on my bed, I want our essence on it. Even I didn’t know I was this wild, I didn’t know there was a hungry monster sitting inside me. But I'm sure I'm a demisexual. Because I think I want to do it with the one I like, I love. And Phoenix is the one, I feel it here, the organ that’s supposed to throw blood around but is beating for him instead.

A pillow under my ass, any thoughts of Cecil banished as Sarah gave me a long and exquisite tongue fuck. Inviting me to meet some of her girlfriends on Tuesday afternoon. Just as l had guessed they were all incredibly attractive lipstick lesbian, bi-sex women, beautifully groomed in designer clothing, three around my age, a fourth one Marie much younger in her mid-twenties. One of the women I recognized as an important politician with a husband on numerous business boards.

As a life coach and a cross-dresser, I've found that my unique perspective on life has allowed me to create a niche for myself in the world of sexual liberation. It was on a particularly sultry evening that I found myself hosting a select group of women at my modern estate. The air was thick with anticipation as I welcomed my guests, each one a pegging enthusiast who had been handpicked for their discerning tastes. I had prepared a sumptuous feast, a symphony of flavors that would tantalize their palates and set the stage for the evening's main event.

“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.”

Preslie asked looked deeply interested in my answer. I gave her a flat look. "Good one. We should make a documentary out of it." "Splendid idea-now can we get in the car?" - "Preslie." "What are you waiting for, Liza. Let's go!" "Preslie." "I think I'm going to go for cheese-I don't really like pepperoni." She dramatically stroked her chin, feigning being in deep thought. "Preslie." "Did you know that Pab's has really good peach smoothies all year around?" Preslie grinned as she looked at herself through her phone camera and powdered her nose.