Sapphic Novels & Stories

How much did I truly know about his plans? Lucius lowered himself into a chair with an air of authority, gesturing for me to sit across from him. My legs felt like lead as I reluctantly sank into the seat, my hands twisting nervously in my lap. “I know men like Judas very well,” Lucius continued, his tone almost gentle now. “They keep their secrets close and their enemies closer. But what about you, Seraphina? You’re neither his enemy nor his ally. You’re… collateral. An innocent caught in his web of lies.”

"The burn order is still active on you. If I file anything before it's closed it gets dismissed because my association with you compromises the submission." He looked at me for a long moment and the room was very still and his jaw moved once. "Then we need to close the burn order tonight," he said. "Scrolsal holds the burn order." I looked at him steadily. "And Scrolsal is Dorian's." The silence that followed had weight to it, the kind that comes when two people arrive at the same impossible calculation at the same time. Then Lucian moved, just slightly, and I didn't move back, and the distance between us was now something that required a name and neither of us was giving it one.

Then she observed more carefully. "What happened in there?" Vespera smirked and settled her bag on her shoulder. "Nothing. Tap issue." She began to walk. "Let's go." Anne fell into the step beside her, glancing back once at the restroom door. "A tap issue." "Mm." Vespera was already looking at her phone. "You were saying about the fitting." "Four o'clock." Anne blinked, trying to get back to what she was saying before. "The fitting."

Paul Jayden’s rhetorical question was heard. “I’ve been reminding myself that their loves, lusts and desires towards each other are sinful, are not permitted and won’t be accepted. But, by seeing one by one queer, mysterious, illogical, unexplained and undescribed phenomena like all of these, at this moment I don’t understand anymore – which one is right, and which one is wrong…” Mr. Apollo massaged his forehead for a quick moment. “Actually, I think the aspects between right or wrong are merely on people’s minds, perspectives and paradigms, Uncle Apollo,” uttered Pierre Zhaopardy smiling faintly.

“Tell us whose worthless cumrag you are now.” “I’m your worthless BBC cumrag!” Sophia cried between orgasms. “Please breed me! Flood my womb! Pump my ass full! Use me like your personal fucktoy!” On the massive king-sized bed, they finally took her completely. Sophia was on her back, legs spread wide as Darius drove into her pussy, Leon claimed her ass, and Marcus fucked her throat. The triple penetration was overwhelming — the intense fullness, the burning stretch, the delicious friction as three massive cocks used her at once. Sophia’s body convulsed in continuous orgasms, squirting repeatedly as her mind melted into pure bliss.

Femme fatale. Laved in moonlight, Sreya's glittering brown eyes and soft lips told a silent story. A story of mythical celestial creatures. They told a quiet tale of the existence of nymphs and mermaids. A tale of sirens and the meadow of skeletons. All it would have taken was one look from the demigoddess before him and Xaver will be willing to seat in her magical green field and let her warble him to death with the sweetness of her Siren song. He knew Sreya wasn't meant for this world. She seemed to be something inbetween. A being between mankind and divine deities. Shit, the woman was made to be idolized.

"Priapus will teach you stamina and endurance. How to fuck for hours without stopping. How to read a body's limits and push past them safely." Aphros nods to the massive man. Priapus's silver eyes lock on mine and something hot coils in my stomach. "Ecstasia will teach you how to manage multiple partners. Group dynamics. How to orchestrate pleasure across several bodies at once." Aphros gestures to the gender fluid figure. "And you?" I manage to ask.

which is shown as a few underscores ( _ _ _ ). SG- we have a job for you, but things are changing Sphinx- I’ll do the job but what’s changing? SG- this jobs’ special, we need a face to face—no records Sphinx- I can’t, these chats are encrypted by me, do you no longer trust me SG- we do but this one needs no leads to us especially Sphinx- who would I have to meet SG- only me and my two most trusted. I understand your need for your identity to remain anonymous.

“Is there really that much of a difference between the apps? I mean, to someone new?” “Yes,” I answer, keeping my tone steady but firm. “The other apps were created to support financial dynamics. People can list their expectations, payment terms, even preferred tribute types. They’re structured for findommes, finsubs, cash pigs, sugar dynamics, all of it. It’s clear, intentional, and above all, consensual with financial boundaries defined.”