Lesbian Visual Novels & Stories

No girls who play baseball ever complained about having to wear tight pants, but I couldn't help feeling a bit self-conscious. "You always look like you're thinking," Charlotte said, causing me to turn my head to her. The laptop screen cast a glow on her face. My heart lurched forward when she didn't look away. Her eyes seemed like they couldn't decide between green or blue. If I leaned another inch forward, not only our thighs were met but our lips too. It began to feel as if there was a magnetic pull coming from her. But suddenly I heard Stefanie's big voice as she barged into the room.

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

Mom and I both preferred certain p**n companies who specialized in lesbian films, as the females seemed to really get into the true passion of the moment. Of course, since we had come together as lovers and dominatrix/submissive we hadn't really seen the point, other than to get us worked up and give us new ideas. Even the older/younger lesbian and lesbian incest films that we had seen, never really got it right. Both of us had giggled and critiqued scenes both for their storylines and character dynamics. I let out a whimper, as mom's tongue suddenly sent me over the edge and into a shocking orgasm. My body shook and I gripped mom's hand tightly, as she continued to slowly lick deep into my

“Ah! A beautiful woman such as myself sat on your lap for so long, and there is no sign of movement down there.” Levi’s response was in no way inferior in its toxicity, (ꐦ ◠‿◠) “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And whether I have an unmentionable illness or not, won’t you know when the time comes for us to sire an heir?” There was a subtle chill in Levi’s smile, “And this logic of yours is really interesting. Are you implying that you yourself are actually a lesbian?”

“You’ll want to see it. Trust me.” I flipped open the laptop, the glow from the screen spilling across both our faces. My fingers moved with deliberate slowness over the keys. She stood behind me, leaning just close enough for me to feel her breath on my neck. A few quick clicks, and the search bar blinked back at me. 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.

Forcefully, I rocked on the pillow, rubbing my clitoris in hopes that it would hit my pleasure spot but it was turning the need within me unbearable. Fuck, it was totally useless. I need Diego. I didn’t want to believe or even cross thought that the fucking lesbian had pushed me to this height. But I knew that it was a dick I needed and not some fucked up pussy. But something deep, labeled with curiosity chunked into my body where I was still pressing myself on the pillow. I typed on a lesbian video, wanting to see what was fucking special about it. Sucking and dragging my breath, I clicked on the first video which appeared on my screen and then fast forwarding it to the part where the real

I sucked in my breath, the sight of the whip landing on her ass making my pussy grip at the same time, made my heart quiver. Then the older lady had her turn to eat pussy. Her lips rolled so sweetly I could see the strands drawn by pussy juice all over her lips. She ate with so much intensity that I struggled to get my legs closed as I watched. Her occasional slutty moans as she ate made my pussy swell with a tingling grip. Then came the scissoring. Fuck! How I loved to watch lesbians throb their pussies together. The way their soft bodies collided as they hugged, their sloppy clits glided over each other as they kissed them together made my nipples ache so badly.

“It also says here that Tasha is a lesbian!” “The two women in the video are official lesbians? Do you think that is a coincidence?” I asked calmly. “Obviously not!” George replied. “I am having very wild thoughts right now, and if I could share, I would be so…” “Go ahead!” I interrupted. George nodded. “If Tasha and Vicki are indeed bisexual, that means they are real lesbians too. What if both of them have a connection? I didn't see much of that video, but both of them surely had great chemistry. Do you want to rewatch?”

On her laptop screen, two women were having passionate lesbian sex, one licking the other. I bit my lip hard. I didn’t know she was into girls. The sight of her touching herself like that made my own pussy throb instantly. I should have left. But I couldn’t move. Lynn’s fingers moved faster. She moaned louder, her hips lifting off the bed. “Fuck… yes…” she whispered. I slipped my hand into my shorts without thinking. I was already wet. I rubbed my clit slowly, watching her. My breath was shaky. I had fantasized about her so many times, but seeing her like this was something else.