Lesbian sex stories feature sexy tales of women who love other women.
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It popped up in Emily’s Facebook feed one morning as she scrolled through her phone with one hand whilst eating a slice of toast with the other. Mummies who like to read. Are you a mummy who finds you don’t have as much time as you used to since the kids...
The dappled light of the early morning sun filtering through the blinds and the chirping of robins woke me up early. Usually, I wake up horny, but today was exceptional. My pussy ached with need. My fingers toyed with my smooth wet pussy and clit, rubbing...
Cynthia The door had barely shut after the kids left to go home, and I was already naked again with Brian's face in my twat. After two more orgasms, Brian begged off to get a drink and have a seat. "Baby, you know that I love you, but you're going to have...
They say she was sculpted by the gods themselves to be the most perfect woman, purposely given the most perfect ass and greatest boobs and a face that could charm gods. Twenty gods imbued her with some of their power, giving her great strength and speed a...
Elodie The club was a heartbeat on loudspeaker, bass rattling through her blood and bones as she moved like water on the crowded dance floor. That feeling she craved, permission to let go and just feel, block out the impersonal city streets, and let her b...
Chapter Four “Okay, but I only have like- fifteen minutes to talk,” Becky said as Cassandra hustled the two of them into the single stall employee bathroom in the ER. It wasn’t unusual for two female nurses/doctors to go in there to talk and hang out for...
EIRA Anyone familiar with our ladies’ club will know that as I was the last "debutant", it was now my turn to be hostess. This came with the added responsibility of finding a new debutant and at the end of Part 3 of our story "The Waitress", Emma and I hi...
Cassandra came into work today, not in her usual purple scrubs outfit. The uniform she had worn for over a dozen years she had been working here. It felt strange to walk through the halls of the hospital with her form-fitting white blouse and black pencil...
Initiation. My “interview” with Veronica, Mr Davy, and Miss James was ended. I was excused, and told to go and clean myself up. Back to the showers I went, carrying my clothes in a bundle. Naked, apart from the Wilminmoor School tie and socks, I trotted u...
I felt like I had to get out of there. It was the worst experience of my life. The problem was, my boyfriend was making love to me at the time. I was spread-eagled in his bed, with him pumping away for what seemed like hours, his dick humping my pussy, an...
It popped up in Emily’s Facebook feed one morning as she scrolled through her phone with one hand whilst eating a slice of toast with the other. Mummies who like to read. Are you a mummy who finds you don’t have as much time as you used to since the kids...
We lay in bed, holding each other under the warm blanket. Over the past few weeks, Jenna, my new girlfriend and roommate, had opened my eyes to a whole new world of sexuality I could never even have imagined. Every day with Jenna was a new adventure, and...
From the small window of my room above the stable, I watched as Paullus's figure receded in the distance. Paullus, whose legionnaires had massacred my clan and my father and made me a slave of Rome. Paullus, who had made me and the women of my tribe slave...
Jess is about to start yoga class, accepting that her favourite student won’t show up again, when Stella walks in at last. ‘Stella, put your mat down and get ready. You’re late and we were about to start,’ she shouts with a half-angry voice that can’t ful...
Memories of my life before I was taken to a farm outside of Rome are dim. I recall being hungry, dirty, and cold. My dreams are haunted by nightmares of terror and bloody scenes of battle while being made to hide in bushes with the women of my clan while...
There was no way it was real. That name. Dara. That little string of numbers written next to it, quickly but with care. It was all a fiction of some sort. I couldn’t let myself fall into believing otherwise. She was a stripper, the woman who had written o...
