Novel & Cerita Sapphic Historical Fiction

The observation hung between them, raw and unspoken. Clarisse plucked a slim volume from the shelf—Sappho’s fragments, its cover worn soft by time. "My favorite," she said, tracing the spine with that finger. "She wrote about love in broken pieces. Like us." She didn’t look at Amara, but her words landed like stones in still water. Like us. Amara reached for a book on her own—Machiavelli’s The Prince, the Italian edition she’d read on the jet. Her fingers brushed the scar on her wrist as she opened it, the silver line catching the dim light.

Stocks was left stunned. Her reaction surprised Mrs. Stocks. Shasha realised what she did but it was too late, by then and Mrs. Stocks had already turned all of her attention towards her. Now, it was Shasha's turn to explain her actions. Shasha becoh was not someone who could be caught easily. She was very clever and that's why she was able to fool Mrs. Stocks for so many years. She had made Mrs. Stocks believe that she was an innocent and kind hearted girl, but in reality she was just the opposite of that. She was not in love with Zieve but she was in love with the attention she would gain after becoming the wife of the most handsome and rich business tycoon of the entire country.

Seraphina’s reply rang colder than she intended it to. If her and Achilles ere fated soulmates and were to have a life and family together, she felt she needed to know everything about the man she was getting into bed with. She was well aware that many royals like to take other loves whilst married, Seraphina was not prepared to be wed to a man with mistress’s though, after all she had endured, she knew she deserved better. Achilles felt his anger rising within him but, he wasn’t angry at Seraphina, he was angry at his self. He had taken countless woman over the years, there were few noble women that hadn’t know his touch and he had frequented every brothel the City of Matera had to offer. I

Vivian felt something tighten in her chest. Because suddenly Seraphina looked tired. Not physically. Older. The kind of tired that accumulated over years. The kind caused by history. Too much history. And there it was. The real issue. Not Serena. Not Lucian. Not the marriage. History. Always history. Vivian had spent months watching everyone obsess over the wrong story. The marriage was interesting. The scandal was interesting. The betrayal narrative was interesting. But beneath all of it ran something older. Something quieter.

The name of a certain novel came inside of her mind— The Lady's Possessive Prince— and thinking about it, she found it funny how she had to dream about the novel now. The novel was quite popular amongst her workmates, and the reason she took interest in it was because of how the female lead had the same name to her— 'Seraphine'. Reading it, Seraphine got to learn how it took place in the western historical setting, and the era wasn't quite clear to her. The story centered around the female lead, 'Seraphine'. Like all the female lead, 'Seraphine' was kind and well-liked by most around her, and throughout the story, she gained love of more people.

This is an explicit adult anthology intended for mature readers only. It contains highly steamy, graphic scenes of lesbian sex between consenting adult women. --- In the heat of forbidden cravings and stolen moments, women surrender to their deepest, wettest desires. Sapphic Desires is a scorching collection of passionate W/W erotica, where soft curves press together, eager tongues explore, and trembling bodies lose themselves in raw, dripping pleasure. From a defiant student’s impulsive kiss in her strict teacher’s office—leading to hungry fingers, sucking lips on aching nipples, and intense, moaning climaxes—to an unexpected visitor who joins the fray, turning shock into a slick,