Young Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

/LUKE/ I sat on the edge of my small bed, staring at the walls. It had been three days since I left Chase’s luxury apartment, and I had finally stopped trying to lie to myself. I wasn't gay—I still liked girls—but I had officially experienced what I could only call a hole awakening. I wanted Chase’s dick. More than that, I wanted to feel the weight of his balls slapping violently against my ass cheeks just like I had seen in his bedroom.

The low light clung to my skin, tracing the lace of the black lingerie. It felt like a second skin, clinging, whispering promises with every breath. The panties, a mere suggestion of fabric, offered a tantalizing peek through the small keyhole cut into the crotch. My reflection stared back, a woman on the precipice, primed for a fall. Anticipation hummed in my veins, a dark, sweet melody. Anything tonight. Everything.

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

Like I was some princess under surveillance inside my own wonderland, making sure I was the perfect sweet girl in their make-believe fairy tale and pleasing them like happy ever after is possible. However, that night, I was already fed up after what Jane had said to me so I drown myself to alcohol and weeds and I accidentally bumped to the two infamous "Mean Girls' of all time. I got bored listening to their sarcastic remarks so I just knocked them down to shut them up. Luckily, I used to practice boxing when some rude guy molested my sister during our summer camp. He was perfect enough to be my punching bag at that moment. So the two meany girls weren't able to fight back.

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. I do not believe in Violence Towards Women or the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! Yes, it’s me again. Ryder’s saucy 18-year-old personal secretary with the Playboy body, and that Monday morning I decided I was going to make the absolute most of what was usually a mad day. I had every reason to feel in a filthy, sexy mood as I headed for the underground tube with the good news: I couldn’t wait to tell my boss about the success of my negotiating skills over the weekend.

NB: This steamy collection of hot erotic and steamy stories unleashes Destiny’s story and more: sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills. Enjoy... A 28-Year-old Destiny decides to lose her virginity, finally. Enjoy. *** Destiny Ryder had a problem. At 28 years old she couldn't believe she was dealing with this issue. Maybe 'dealing' wasn't the correct word. 'Suffering' might be better. 'Lamenting' would work too. All she knew was that this was not where she expected to be at this point in her life. The problem wasn't with her job. Destiny worked for a very successful party planning company. She had started to work there right after college and was a very early hire when th

I was dripping. I rubbed myself in tight, desperate circles, replaying that deep “Good girl” in my mind again and again. The way his voice had dropped. The way his fingers had felt around my wrist. I pushed two fingers inside myself, fucking them in and out while I imagined it was him — his hand, his cock, his control. It didn’t take long. The orgasm hit me hard and sudden. I bit down on my pillow to muffle the cry as my pussy clenched tightly around my fingers, pulsing with every wave. Lying there afterward, panting and ashamed, thighs still trembling, I whispered to the empty room: “What am I turning into?”

I was starting to like my new "home" I didn't wake every night, but whenever I did and couldn't get back to sleep, I would tiptoe to my landlady's room and fuck her. She was always welcoming and, even more delightful, she was usually wet. One night, though, after we had drunk 2 bottles of wine with dinner, I woke with a very stubborn erection. I padded down the hall and found her sleeping on her stomach, naked. I shook her shoulder but she didn't budge. I climbed on top of her naked body and rubbed my erection against the crack of her bottom. She didn't stir. I desperately wanted to fuck her and needed her to roll over, but she was out and wouldn't move. Finally, I was completely desperate a

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…”

Anna kept licking me through every wave until I was shaking and oversensitive, almost whimpering. She uncuffed one wrist, rolled us, and pulled me on top of her so our wet cunts pressed together. She gripped my ass hard and forced the friction, our clits sliding with every deep grind of our hips. We moved against each other, kissing messily, until I came a third time, grinding down, and she followed with a low broken sound against my neck. Anna traced a slow line down my stomach, her fingers still shiny with me. “You’re still going to write the story, aren’t you?”