Sex Story Lesbian Novels & Stories

Cassandra raised her hand to her cheek, gently stroking her as she stopped at a red light. Selena held her hand, pressing her mouth to the center of her palm. “I don’t think that’s possible anyway. We’re lesbians!” Cassandra laughed, “I would say bi. Know your terms and… there’s always alternatives like the sperm bank, you know?” Selena pursed her lips, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of taking a random man’s seeds and getting inseminated by that.

“I still wanna know, bisexual women feel both dick and pussy, right?” Joe was drunk, talking in Zahn's face. “Now, people claim that lesbians don't feel dick at all. How's that possible?” Zahn looked at him like he was annoying her. “That's cause they don't.”

She purred. "I am straight, Cynthia." Roxanne was beginning to feel the heat. "I know, I know. I know you haven't been with a woman before but trust me, honey, I can take you to different worlds of pleasure. Every woman is a lesbian at heart." Cynthia states. Roxanne flushes at the mention of pleasure. Her mind goes back to what Jaxon does to her. "I am not asking you to give in to me right away, although I'd love to spread your legs on this bathroom counter. Just enjoy the attention you bring to yourself."

My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

Damon moved closer on the couch,his leg pressed against hers as the movie reached a steamy sex scene, the man pushing the woman down, kissing her body, sliding inside her with deep thrusts and the sounds of moaning filled the quiet room. Lily's breath came faster and she could feel herself getting wetter, her pussy starting to throb and leak a little,she tried to pretend nothing was happening, staring at the TV like it was no big deal but her nipples were hard, poking against her dress, and her thighs felt slippery. Damon noticed everything. He leaned in, his warm breath on her ear. "You like this, don't you, little cousin? Look how they're fucking,does it make your pussy wet?"

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

" The problem, if that's the right word, with two women making love, is that since they can orgasm almost endlessly. Not being familiar with lesbian sex I had no idea how partners decide when they are satiated. Mom laid over Bonnie, her hands under her daughter's amazing ass, her face pressed against my sister's vagina. Bonnie, under, her legs splayed wide, her hands clutching her mother's perfect ass as she licked the opening of her birth, her face messy with mom's cum. Too wild. Never in my wildest fantasies did I picture this. Dad laughed. "Fucking crazy, huh?" "Fucking crazy." I replied as Mom and Bonnie finally broke their incestuous, lesbian embrace. They lay there and looked at us. Bo

Soon they were standing on opposite sides of his big old-fashioned bed. Karen was thinking of Mallory and Armina in the mews, imagining her taking his cock in her mouth and sucking it till he came. At the same time she remembered her nights in the Dower House when first Armina and then Celine had awakened her to the wonders of lesbian sex. She was burning, steamy, nectar escaping from her love-hole to make a wet patch on her breeches.

Another woman hovered over Cassie’s face, grinding her vagina against her lips, and I felt my stomach lurch as Cassie’s tongue darted out to lick. My brain stalled completely. Cassie was committing an abomination. The humans called it lesbianism, but in our world, it wasn’t some casual thing you joked about or experimented with. It was something people got punished for. Badly. Up to fifteen years in the dungeon. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Cassie snapped, pushing the woman between her legs away, her movement careless enough that she bumped into the one above her. That broke whatever hold the scene had on me.

to get to. No matter what you are doing, you are having sex. Lesbian sex—any sex, has no beginning, middle, or end. It’s all an ongoing experience with different phases. Enjoy whatever is happening at the moment. When the buildup becomes unbearable, you can switch to more focused activities, but no one has ever complained about too much long, slow, intense teasing". It was incredible how I could remember almost all I secretly learned and being able to play it out tonight with her. We reached the climax of our sexual fantasies and collapsed on our stale and dingy mattress and we slept almost immediately in exhaustion.