Sapphic Erotica Lingerie Novels & Stories

“I want to get you something sexy.” Kristen raised an eyebrow. “Only if you get something too.” Rachel smiled. “Deal.” Inside the shop, they were greeted by a woman in her forties. She had dark red lipstick, sharp cheekbones, and an elegance that drew the eye. “Can I help you ladies find something today?” “Yes,” Rachel said clearly. “I want to buy lingerie for my girlfriend and myself.” The woman blinked once, then smiled, her professional tone slipping into something warmer. “Of course. Let me get a few options.”

My breath hitched as I took her in. She wore the open-cup lingerie from the box—a daring piece of delicate lace and straps designed to frame her body in a way that was both sensual and provocative. The soft lace barely covered her lower half, while the open cups of the bra left her exposed, the thin straps accentuating the curve of her chest. A satin bow nestled between the cups, adding a touch of elegance to the otherwise bold ensemble. She stood there, unabashed and confident, her body a perfect blend of softness and strength.

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

he said. They intrigued me. I rushed into the bathroom and finally saw with my own eyes what they meant. It turned out that Lisa gave me a set of sexy sailor-style lingerie, even though the skirt was very short and the shirt that might only cover part of my chest. I didn’t expect Lisa to have such wild fantasies. Then I shifted my eyes to the right. It turned out that Jay had prepared a set of transparent underwear, completely transparent. And some toy,s such as handcuffs, handkerchiefs, belts, ropes, and much more. Oh, and a fairly large and long black dildo.

The red lingerie felt like a second skin against my heated flesh, and Luca's gaze seemed to burn through the delicate fabric. He reached for the straps, his fingers brushing against my skin. I felt a shiver run through me as he pulled the straps down, the silky fabric sliding across my skin, the sound echoing in the quiet room. He pulled the lingerie away, revealing the smooth expanse of my skin. His gaze travelled down, his eyes lingering on the delicate lace of the bra. He reached for the hook of my bra, his fingers tracing the curve of my back as he unfastened it. The bra fell away, leaving my breasts exposed, their plumpness and fullness fully in view.

The delicate black lace panties that adorned her ass cheeks only served to amplify his every breath, leaving him breathless and consumed by desire. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her black lace panties, slowly dragged them along her legs and left them near her ankles. Taking her ass cheeks in the palm of his hand, he applied gentle pressure, relishing in the sensation. Sofia's moans of pleasure reached his ears, fueling his determination. Emboldened by her response, he increased the pressure, causing her to groan even louder, a symphony of gratification.

“At the same time. I want to see who deserves me first.” They both dropped back to their knees and then they did. Seraphine leaned forward, one hand cupping her breast, the other sliding between her legs. Her fingers found her clit instantly, circling with practiced desperation. She moaned, head tipping back, her hair falling in waves behind her. Lilia mirrored her movements but hers was even slutier and dirty. She spread her knees wider, two fingers already working her slick folds. The sound of it wet, obscene—filled the air, mingling with their breathy, high-pitched gasps.

I swallowed, my mind feeling a bit dizzy from his touch that the only reply I could think of right now is. “Yes,” I Breathed out, my stomach quivering under his fingertip. He ran his fingertips along the scalloped line of my panties, which match the color, and along the sides of my bra. He knows without asking that this is probably the most daring lingerie, and despite how modest it is—there are no straps or mesh or cut-outs or any of the usual trimmings that makes women’s underthings into confections of fun—it makes the entire effect more delicious somehow, more sinful.

‘Let’s go to bed. *** Clare had never seen another woman’s vagina. Francesca reclined on the bed nonchalantly, her legs slightly parted, waiting for Clare to come between them. Her pubic hair was slightly darker than the hair on her head — as if Clare hadn’t guessed that Francesca’s fluffy blonde locks were dyed! — and the darker hairs were already slightly damp. Clare found herself strangely pleased to see that she hadn't been the only one to enjoy her first Sapphic orgasm!

Tanned skin against provocative red transparent lingerie that hugged her features, designed to make a criss-cross with a lacy material which exposed a generous amount of her ample perky bosom graced with a beautiful mole and pebble-stone hard nipples; Smooth spotless thighs and straight long legs exposed to his vision; Hair disheveled sultrily from having his fingers rake through them in the heat of his passion; Eyes gazing at him with emotions of daringness and strong desire;