Young Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

-Lidia, Lidia dear friend, I still remember when we met, we were still teenagers, we were in high school, I still remember how I met you, two girls, just like us were teasing me because I was the new girl in the school and in the classroom, so they took advantage of this and brought me as a commission, and once I was alone in the bathroom and they came in to hit me, they were about to do it when you came in and defended me from them, I thanked you, after this embarrassing episode we did not separate, always friends, always accomplices, but always you so sure of yourself, but how could I not be, she was very loved by her parents at home, She was the only woman of three brothers, so they alway

Her breath caught, and still she moved forward. The Lair was darker than she expected. No signs. No music. Just soft murmurs, occasional gasps, and the unmistakable sound of skin meeting skin. It was an invitation-only club that most people pretended didn’t exist. The rumors said women were auctioned off for nights of sin. That submission was worshipped. That the rich and ruthless came here to indulge their darkest urges. Lana had been following the trail for months, writing fluff pieces about wine and society events just to get close to the whispers. And finally, someone had slipped her the address with a smirk and one sentence: “You’ll either leave on your knees or not at all.”

The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

I even traced a circle on my panty and cut it, boring a hole in the middle of it right through my pussy. I was already in my sleep when touches toward my body woke me up, there were ten hands going through my body at least. “Fuck! Her underwear has a huge hole.” It was Marhenry, the youngest of them all, he’s 35 and has a son my age and a daughter younger than me. “I should fuck her first. The younger one should be the first.” He joked then they all laughed. He didn’t remove my underwear. The hole was perfectly cut right to my pussy that his tongue went inside the moment he flicked it in.

"Every night, Bridge. The eyes, the tattoo... he was touching me in places I didn't even know I had. I woke up so wet I had to change the sheets. It’s getting ridiculous." Bridget snorts, swerving around a slow-moving truck. "Girl, you need to get laid. Seriously. You need to get that pussy fucked and handled the proper way. It’s been over two years since you left the dating world and allowed a man to actually handle you. Your subconscious is literally staging a protest. You’re dreaming about ink because you aren't getting the real thing." "I'm not that desperate," I laugh, though the heat in my cheeks says otherwise.

My cock twitched inside Deb's slippery rectum when she told me about their first year of college, when their lesbian activities reached their peak. Dana had always been interested in having sex with a girl, and she did it repeatedly during their freshman year. Deb wasn't as drawn to lesbian sex as her sister seemed to be, but she was curious and she didn't want Dana to be more sexually experienced than she was.

They fucked her in the shower, against the walls, on the balcony where neighbors might see, and back on the floor in every possible combination. Lena had never been happier. Her body was completely exhausted but her pussy kept getting wetter with every new cock and every new degradation. She had finally found a group that might actually satisfy her endless craving, at least for one wild night.

Thankfully, the young man who had approached me was gone. I checked the room, trying to find Lisa, but there were no signs of her. I walked toward the pools, only to find my cousin getting her pussy eaten out by the handsome guy from before, while another guy with blonde tipped dreads had his dick down her throat. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I had to go.

I typed in a phrase that made her brows lift ‘Lesbian step sisters making out’, the corner of her mouth twitching as if she wasn’t sure whether to be shocked or intrigued. “What… are you doing?” she asked, her voice low, guarded. “Just showing you something,” I murmured, not looking away from the screen. “Something you might… relate to.” The videos filled the screen, thumbnail after thumbnail, each one daring her to look away. I clicked one of the many videos. The girls started by having a discussion with their respective step parents then they were left alone in the bedroom,one of them started touching the other and she gave in after some attempts of protest.