Sapphic Lesbian Novels & Stories

Rhonda groaned, disappointed. "Are you proud of being a gold star lesbian?" "Yes, Domina, very proud." "That's why you don't want a man fucking you?" "Primarily, Domina. I'm not attracted to men, so why fuck one?" I told Lucia to start again. "Yet I've seen you fuck with a strapless?" "Just because I don't want dick, Domina, doesn't mean I don't appreciate the feeling of having my pussy filled."

JULIA When we'd finished fucking, the other slaves were eager to hear all about it. They dragged us back to the pool Lisa and I were prodded to tell them everything about our Master and the sex we had. Being lesbians, they were interested in whether Lisa and I were allowed to pleasure each other in addition to our Master. We both admitted we had engaged in sapphic love with each other as well as other women. We said neither of us had been with a woman before we'd started our slavery.

"They decided to sit with us and we talked, and eventually, I sort of paired up with the Latina who reminded me of Lucia, though not in a submissive sense. Lisa was chatting with the Asian girl, Jiao. There was some kissing, some light fondling going on between us." Lisa said, "Jiao asked a lot of questions about my submission and why, if I was a submissive to a Master, was I at a lesbian bar with another girl. I told her I considered myself bisexual and was with a lesbian friend who was familiar with this bar. I said Rhonda and I frequently slept together, but we were trying to become better acquainted as the four of us considered ourselves to be in a long term relationship and wanted to ma

“We are so much more than that.” Cassandra stepped forward and gently tilted Lily’s chin up, forcing her to meet those hypnotic crimson eyes. “We are the Crimson Sisterhood. Ancient. Eternal. We have walked this earth for centuries, feeding on desire and blood. We are lesbian vampires, my sweet pledge. And we choose only the most delicious, innocent girls to join us.” Lily’s heart hammered. She should have been terrified. She should have run. Instead, a strange heat bloomed low in her belly. Her nipples tightened against her dress. A trickle of wetness dampened her panties.

I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits. I am a lésbian, loudly, unapologetically, and with a reputation I earned the hard way. I have fúcked women who were mistakes, women who were married, women who taught me things I still think about in quiet moments, and women who ruined me just enough to make me crave the next one harder. You may consider me a slút, but I’m not. I’m just a woman who fúcking loves other women, especially the pretty ones.

She smiled at me and drifted off to sleep. Lucas knew she was with me after dinner for the next few days, Drs. orders! I smiled. if they only knew. Lacy was the most beautiful female I had ever seen, I have never been one to worry about genders, my thing is beauty and intelligence, I'm a proud pansexual Sapiophile! My first lover was an intersex that with full breasts who went through life as a female nurse, but she had a full-size penis, in my eyes she was the best of both worlds. Her death put me in therapy for years. Killed by a drunk driver.

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..."

nothing more. No, Alice preferred to think of herself as an ‘Anne Heche style’ lesbian. Alice suspected there were probably a lot of girls out there like Miss Heche and herself, young ladies who for whatever reason—be it getting burned by abusive shithead boyfriends, or be it angst-laden rebellion, or just being the typical hey, stop what you’re doing and pay attention to me types—decided to try the same sex on for size. She had plenty of friends back in college who’d experimented with gender switching as a fad, because it was the ‘in thing’ to do at the time. Anything to be an outlaw, to not go along with the pack, but they weren’t real lesbians either, only masqueraders; straight, then gay

He felt Danielle's nose pushing up against his balls as she started to lick and suck what she could of Amy's pussy. The room was filled with torrid cries of pleasure and wet moans of ecstasy. The girls had each cum multiple times, and he finally ended up letting himself cum inside Amy's cunt. Danielle didn't slow in the least as he staggered back out of the way, shoving her tongue deep into Amy's drenched pussy and slurping noisily. The two women continued to devour each other in an almost frenzied show of sapphic lovemaking. He sat back on a chair near the bed and smiled, watching.

Still, when we revved up again, we began in the familiar arms of our respective mates. We pulled back the zillion thread-count sheets on the king-size bed—anticipating some fine old-school boning. After some preliminary touching and canoodling, things moved fast. Layla and I started going at it in missionary, while Brittany and Jack embraced each other and looked on. Then they took their place beside us on the bed, also going the missionary route. It was as if they were mirroring us. It was pretty cool. As we all fucked, the two women clasped hands. They were enjoying our pummeling dicks, but they were also now in the mood for a sapphic interlude.