Sapphic Novels & Stories

Apphia Goddess, we have been apart for what feels like an eternity. I yearn for this connection with him, the way our bodies, hearts, and souls intertwine. The electric pulse in my core intensifies, awakening every sensation within me. In mere moments, he slips my shirt off, leaving my panties, but I summon the strength to halt his advance. I place a trembling hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath my palm. Lost in our desire, I momentarily forget that this body doesn't belong to me.

The quiet hum of luxury surrounded her—artwork, subtle music, polished surfaces catching soft light. Then she heard it— A peal of feminine laughter. Sharp and lilting. Vivi froze, her pulse stuttering. “I’m starting to think you just like touching my crotch,” Knox’s voice echoed, relaxed, teasing. Her heart slammed into her throat. Then came the woman’s reply, her voice muffled like her mouth was full. “Trust me, you don’t want anyone else down here. I’m the only one who can do this right.” Vivienne went cold.

Saphira was pale, with red eyes, but so beautiful that Christopher forgot how to breathe. - And that's what? – Margaret asked. - It means that I have been raised as a woman since I was three years old when I was positively diagnosed as being transgender. - Since you were three years old? And how were you raised before? What is transgender? – Paul asked. - Oh, for Fuck sake. So much back to the subject. – Sophia says. – Saphira is a woman who was born with male genitalia. - What? – Margaret asks – is she a hermaphrodite or a travesty?

' _________ Sapphira I don't know why my stupid heart had to flutter when Rafael referred to me as the Luna. Saskia practically melted and continued reminding me even after he had gone that, 'He called us his luna.' 'No, point of correction. He said the Luna. He drew the line pretty well there.' But Saskia wasn't having any of it. She has fallen head over heels for him. "Sapphira, I'm sorry about Sophia's attitude just now. She isn't usually like that. I don't know why she said all that."

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"This is Leo. Perfect for our gay clients. Sweet body, tight ass that can take anything. These gay guys would eat him up, an innocent face that they can spoil." "Turn, Leo." She ordered softly. "Spread your cheeks, and wink your hole for the bosses. Show them how tight your hole is." Leo bent forward, small fingers pulled his fat globes apart. He winked his asshole, tight flushed hole greeted them. The sight made Sammy gush out another globe of slick, her nipples tightened harshly. Moving on to the last guy, he stepped forward. Huge guy, black skin and a mammoth cock, even though it was soft. Sammy held his heavy prick with both hands, pulling him by the cock to come more forward.

“She’s not, Damien is just confused about claiming her. He wants someone like the previous bitch.” My lips locked in hers, after she shushed me, “Let’s stop talking.” Sapphira placed her index finger on my lips and smiled before landing her lips on mine. I locked both of our lips and lifted her up from her waist, those soft waist bones, I felt it and dropped her on the bed, kissed her from the waist, raised her short top up and off her body. I stopped the movement of my lips on her bare chest, held her hands tightly against the bed, the intense scent of her wanted. I smelled it and wanted to dig deep inside of her, but it’s been a while. I held the tip of her pants and tore it away, rubbed m

“What are you?” Zephyra dreaded answering the question, but she answered anyway. “A nymph, nephelai to be exact.” A smirk appeared on his face. “A nymph, huh?” He made a small chuckle that was a purely male sound. And there it is, Zephyra thought. Most men heard the word nymph and thought immediately of the flighty, flirty nymphs who gave birth to the term “nymphomaniac.” Zephyra gave him a good hard glare. “Yeah, and?” she said back, challenging him to say something stupid.

he mutters steadily. Apolliana circles around Lucifer then stops and leans close to his ear and whispers. “I know what you’ve done. But it won’t change anything. I am growing stronger, and your lovely lover is growing weaker. It won’t be long…” Apolliana hisses, and that’s when I feel her mind losing control. As if we’re connected, our voices join, and we begin to manically recite a poem that I haven’t heard since I was in high school. If her sing-song tone wasn’t so terrifying, I’d be amazed by the fact that Apolliana quotes Sylvia Plath. “I shut my eyes, and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids, and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in

He's not playing fair. From what our superiors told us, the inhibitor doesn't oppress all their hormones. It paralyzes a small part of their brain activity, however, their sexual chemicals don't seem to be affected. Pure lust, a need shared among all living things, contributes to the perpetuation of their species. My species. It's amazing how their brains work, desiring someone based solely on physical attraction a fine line that can potentially activate the virus and shut down any rational behaviour. This is Lucas' he clears his throat. Then, smiling deceivingly, he adds. My best friend'.