Touch Me Not Lesbian Novels & Stories

The thought of Nora has filled me entirely, the way she handled me earlier,the way she smack my boobs and suck my cunt, the way we scissor and fucked each other, all of it, everything about it, came rushing to my brain, making me feel more heat spreading around my body. “Oh fuck…” I squealed, my pussy just let out another pulse. The pulse that beat only for Nora. I jerked from the feeling, purring on the bed with my hands moving around my body. I pulled my phone closer, quickly playing the lesbian x video I've already searched for. Soon, their gasps and moans filled the room, together with my wet sounds as I moved my hands, pushing it to my headquarters as I rubbed on my hole, smearing the w

Mela said then they laugh, Brittany throws her a pillow. "Of course what can I say I'm beautiful and seductive who can resist my charm right?" she role her eyes, then they laugh again. "I heard Shun Yu is hot!!" Mela giggle then she smirks, and admit shun yu is hot, "a hot lesbian.." she groans. "Yeah yeah even say that she's a lesbian right? the face the body and all oh god" her friend groan like she's imagining something, then she throws a pillow on her again.

Emotion swelled in his gaze—protectiveness laced with his own doubts. 'It's too much,' I whispered, leaning into him, the heat of his body chasing the chill. 'If I'm his daughter, what does that make us? Enemies?' Tears pricked, but lust overrode it, my hips shifting restlessly. 'The venom... it burns. Please, Thorne. Touch me.'

He played with my hair, twirling my curls around his tattooed fingers. I took a deep breath, involuntarily picturing the scene of him pressing my face into the glass table and fucking me from behind. The thought was intrusive. And too vivid for comfort. I did want that. “Brave will be touching you here,”he murmured, letting the back of his fingers graze my collar bones. “And here” he moved over my exposed cleavage,touching the skin softly and I let him, because he was hot. “Knowing that all these men are watching”. He nodded his head to the left,into the group of men he wasn’t even looking at.

he added sliding his hand up her thigh. Yulvar glared at him warning him to remove his hand but he avoided her eyes not removing his hand from her thigh. "Let's have it," she said to the group. As they began to volunteer one. Yulvar felt her dress going up her thighs. 'What the?' she asked herself and averted her gaze from the table to check. Nothing was touching her dress but she was sure someone was responsible for that. She looked over at the brave male right beside her to find him toying with a relic of telekinesis.

"Isabelle. This notification—it’s from a lesbian p**n site. You were watching that?" My cheeks burned. The others looked at me with curiosity. I could not hide it. "Yes. I have been addicted to watching lesbian p**n for a while now. It started as curiosity about my own feelings. Now I watch it almost every night. Please don’t judge me. I feel so embarrassed admitting it, but I touch myself thinking about women together. Don't think less of me please." Aurora touched my hand reassuringly. "No judgment here Isabelle. We all have hidden desires. In fact this could be perfect. Instead of watching alone we could try it out now with each other. Get the real experience ourselves. What do you think?

There is lipstick on his collar that isn't hers, and lipstick on his mouth that probably is. My feet remain glued to the spot, tray growing heavy in my hands, watching the man the Moon Goddess had decided was my other half laugh into some stranger's hair like I don't exist. Like the mate bond humming faint and thin in my chest — the same bond that used to feel like sunlight and now felt like static — means absolutely nothing to him. It never has. I am the only one who'd ever pretended otherwise. "There you are." A hand landed on my shoulder — Talia, one of the kitchen staff, breathless. "The Queen said you were bringing that up personally?"

Nothing accidental. It was strangely intimidating. “You adapt quickly,” he said. The compliment should have pleased me. Instead, it made me uncomfortable. Maybe because I still didn’t understand him. Or maybe because Elias’s note refused to leave my head. You are not the first wife… You will not be the last… But you still have time to become the first who leaves alive… The words resurfaced so suddenly that a chill slipped down my spine. The note hadn’t said leave. It had said leave alive, and the distinction continued to bother me in ways I couldn’t fully explain.

I slipped into my room, locked the door, and yanked the curtains shut until the room was dim and secret. My hands shook as I pulled my favorite dildo from the nightstand—the thick, veiny eight-inch one I’d only ever used thinking about girls like her. I shoved my shorts and panties down in one motion, kicked them away, and fell back onto the bed, legs spread wide. I opened my laptop, clicked straight to my favorite lesbian video—the one with the girl getting a massage and a proper fucking after. The moans filled the room. I didn’t even bother with foreplay. I rubbed my swollen clit in fast, desperate circles, then slid two fingers deep into my dripping hole, pumping them while I watched the

My identity and Leo's are encrypted at the highest security level of the entire underworld network. Her clearance level wasn't high enough to even view our files. The guests below started whispering, their expressions shifting. "Alpha-level protection? Doesn't that mean...?" "No way. I thought they were nobodies." "The system doesn't lie." "I knew there was something about her. That quiet power... that's a real queen. Isabella is just a loud-mouthed whore in a fancy dress." Hearing the crowd, Isabella got so angry she smashed her phone screen. "The system must be broken! Just you wait!"