Touch Me Not Lesbian Novels & Stories

I took off my coat and tossed it on the chair, then I removed the gloves I put on the moment I got home. His eyebrows shot up, but he watched me quietly, then I stepped closer and said “Touch me.” Cole laughed in confusion. "What?" I stepped even closer to him, "Touch me." “Dude, I’m not gay.” “Touch me, you idiot,” I snapped. “I’m serious.” Cole’s smile slowly disappeared. He stared at me for a second, then realized I wasn’t joking. “What the hell? What’s going on with you?” “Someone touched me tonight,” I said quietly. “It was completely bare and nothing happened. There was no pain or any reaction."

The kind of energy you only get when people know they’re being seen—and protected. The room was quiet now. Just me, Tosha, and Luca. The kind of quiet that comes after a storm—but before the next one rolls in. Tosha had dropped the bomb about Liam pressuring the new girls, and I was still chewing on it. Not just the anger—though that was there, hot and steady—but the insult. Liam knew damn well what Velvet Lace stood for. No touching. No coercion. Just power, performance, and profit. He was trying to turn my house into something dirty. And he thought his mama’s name gave him cover.

Alejandro’s POV The air outside her studio was thick with salt and silence, broken only by the steady thud of my shoes against the stone path. I should’ve stayed away. I knew I should have. But ever since Luna undressed before me—slowly, defiantly, like she wanted me to suffer—I hadn’t been able to think of anything else. She was a fucking vision.

Should be horrified that my daughter's nineteen-year-old friend had touched herself at my dinner table, that she'd been so bold, so reckless, so desperate for me that she couldn't wait until she was alone. But I wasn't disgusted. I found it sexy as hell. The thought made me grip the counter harder. This was wrong on so many levels I'd lost count. She was too young. She was Kate's best friend. She'd been coming to this house since she was a kid, for Christ's sake. I should feel protective of her, paternal, anything except this consuming desire to bend her over this very counter and show her exactly what happened to girls who teased men they shouldn't.

After a minute or so of teasing her by breathing on her pussy but just kissing her inner thighs, I finally used my fingers to spread her little pink lips and licked slowly up the length of her pussy. Lauren writhed in pleasure as I continued licking, going up and down and occasionally getting my tongue as deep into her as I could go, but not yet touching her clit. Finally, I made my move and just barely touched her swollen bud with my tongue. Then I pulled back. Looking up at my beautiful girlfriend — who shot me a look as if to say "Why the fuck did you stop?" — I whispered, "I think Leah wishes this was her tongue doing this." It was a risk. Lauren had never shown any lesbian inclination.

I smiled at the thought of me being the only one to give her pleasure. “I want you too. This was my first time touching myself. No one has ever touched me Christian, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet.” I froze. I f*cking froze and a rumble came from my chest. “F*ck, I need to see you tomorrow Leslie. I’m coming to see you tomorrow.” I was livid. So many emotions went through me as she confessed to never being touched. I needed to see her. I wouldn’t force myself on her as I did on Natalie, but I needed to see, smell, hold, and kiss her.

“Hey, do you mind if she joins us?” “Not at all. She’s gorgeous. I’m Tina.” “Nora and you’re fucking delicious yourself.” Nora said, taking off her coat. “Are you lesbian?” I asked, looking from Tina to her. “Just because we want a woman to eat our pussy doesn’t make us gay, master.” Nora said as she slowly unzipped her dress in front of me. Tina got up from the bed and helped Nora unzip her dress. When it fell on the floor, she looked fucking hot in a red lacy bra and thong.

Not yet, baby," I said as I pulled my cock out of her slippery hole and told her to finger herself. "Show me how lesbians get off without dick, Selena." I said, watching as she started masturbating, thrusting her delicate fingers vigorously in and out of her pussy, giving me a hot and steamy show as she brought herself to orgasm. "Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh." She screamed as her body trembled violently on the bed as she shoved her fingers deep into her pussy till the last knuckles. She lay on the bed gаѕрing tо саtсh hеr brеаth as I thrust my сосk bасk into her pussy.

No cum, not allowed by the equipment, just lubrication of horny slaves craving relief. The two slaves came and gave us our break, releasing two at a time, rubbing our shoulders, upper back and upper arms, then stringing us up again. When the taller of the two girls did me, she whispered to me how brave she found me and licked and sucked my nipples for a few moments. Not enough to make me cum with the vibrations going on in my cunt and on my clit, but oh so close. I guessed her to be lesbian or bisexual going to a Mistress. The other one I wasn't sure of. She didn't fondle any of us, but perhaps she was afraid someone would cum and she'd pay for it.

"No, I need you to watch me work on you so you can reciprocate appropriately whenever we are at this again." I began my massage, kneading and flexing her body first. I poured out the oil on her and proceeded to her boobs. I had always longed to touch something bigger. It was the biggest I ever came across. Lesbians often had little breasts, that was what I noticed about them though I was different. Touching my sister already started having an effect on her body. Her formerly underdeveloped breast are becoming wonderful by the day and I knew I wouldn't resist her. I bent down and flicked my tongue over her nipples while my other hand roamed the regions around her pussy.