Novel & Cerita Sapphic

the only light source seemed to be the glittering disco balls hanging from the ceiling and the different colored spotlights shining everywhere. Cassie I can't bear it anymore, Rinna again murmured as they walked more further..The music blaring out of the speakers was at a high volume that damn it Rinna was scared that her eardrums would shatter . Come on dear for heaven's sake you have to stop being a fucking nerd, Cassie retorted helping her pass through the crowd of sweaty individuals making it to the bar .

He asked. Suddenly I started to catch on. "Does that mean that you can turn someone to a Vampire just by kissing them?" I asked. He shook his head. "Then what are you trying to say?" I asked. He cleared his throat awkwardly before it hit me. "Oh my God," I said. "It's sexually transmitted, isn't it?" He nodded. "The virus is known for attacking the reproductive system. It's chemically castrates men, and it was thought to do the same to women, but we're not sure anymore."

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“Orientation begins in ten minutes in the Sapphire Lounge. Please come down.” I grabbed my clutch, squared my shoulders, and walked out without hesitation. --- The Sapphire Lounge looked like something out of a film. Crystal chandeliers dangled over velvet lounges. A long mirror-lined wall gave the illusion of space, while golden trim glinted from every angle. Fifteen chairs had been arranged in a semi-circle, each with a name card. I spotted mine—Elena Huxley—and took a seat near the center.

“Are you sure you want to use this transformation serum?” Edna grabbed Allure’s wrist, stopping her from drinking the contents of the vial. “I mean, Prince Regan has never met Lily. So, it’s impossible that he would recognise her. Even if he does, that Lycan Prince won’t mind the swap. After all, being married to the legitimate daughter of Alpha Rhysand is more profitable than marrying the daughter of a maid. Why go to such lengths just for the sake of a political marriage?”

He said as he walked away. “Not to worry, I’ll take over from here. Not a whip, not a carrot but a fucking pleasure.” Dionysus hornily licked his lips. “You and I. We both can’t deny the spark we felt back there, right Apollo. You loved it when I embraced you, didn't you?” “Okay. It’s too erotic. We’re out.” Hades took Persephone’s hand and dragged her away. “Not a whip nor a carrot, but a fucking pleasure. Do you copy me?” Dionysus’s dilated eyes shifted at astonished Sabrina.

That night in her dorm, she touched herself, imagining his voice, fingers sliding through her wetness as she whispered his name. The second session was at his home office while his wife was away on business. The room smelled of old books and sandalwood. Zephyr wore a black button-down, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. They delved into Sappho and Marvell, the conversation growing dangerously intimate. “You approach these texts like they’re dangerous,” he said, eyes darkening. “Bcos desire is dangerous and that’s the point.” When his hand rested on her knee, Rhiannon didn’t pull away. Instead, she whispered her growing confusion—how the poems made her body ache. Zephyr’s conflict w

This was horrible. “Then why aren't you stopping it?!” I demanded. “Because no rules are being broken.” My lips parted in disbelief. “People are taking advantage of them!” “No,” he corrected flatly. “The Seraphinas are just amplifying desire, not mind controlling anyone. In case you still don't get the concept, Seraphinas are rare female werewolves with special scents that stabilizes Lycans, especially during the heat cycle when we grow aggressive.” Oh.

She was tight and slick, clenching around me with every movement. "Sophie," she breathed, voice rough. "Just like that. Don't stop." I didn't. I worked her steadily, fingers thrusting in a steady rhythm while my tongue circled and flicked. Her thighs began to tremble. I felt her tighten, heard the change in her breathing, and kept the same pace until she came with a broken cry, pulsing around my fingers, hips rolling against my mouth. I stayed with her through it, slowing only when the aftershocks eased. When I lifted my head she was looking at me with something close to awe.

CONTENT WARNING: Explicit lesbian erotica, dominance/submission, public fingering/car orgasm, oral sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, first-time sapphic encounter CHAPTER ONE I was nineteen, on my own for the first time at university, and just beginning to explore the sapphic facets of my sexuality the first time I spotted Sabine across the floor of some small town gay club with a stupid name. Electricity crackled in the air between us. Her striking, lavender eyes swept up and down my body like a spotlight, savoring my ample curves, tracking the gentle sway of my hips. Her eyes stopped at the apex of their second trip, her gaze