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Turns out, everyone loves lesbian erotica, even straight women.
By Liza Walter — Written on Jun 17, 2021
Some say there’s nothing sexier than an erotic story. And what's hotter than lesbian sex stories? Because, if I can be totally honest, if you’re in need of masturbation material, what better way to get it than by reading lesbian erotica?
According to stats from one of the biggest porn sites, Pornhub, the lesbian category is the favorite among women.
It’s also probably a good idea to read these hot sex stories with your partner — with your eyes open, of course. And if watching isn't your thing, we've got you covered with 10 erotic lesbian sex stories that will leave you ready for a fun romp.
From answering the front door in nothing but a tank top to toys, games, and more, these stories cover a wide range of topics you won't want to miss!
Here are 10 super-hot lesbian sex stories to get you in the mood.
1. When rock beats paper, scissor beats rock.
"I pushed her against the wall and started on her neck where I knew she liked it most. As we were already in the shower, I had no reservations about using my tongue, so I licked her up to her neck to her ear.
This elicited a gasp from her accompanied by her opening her legs a bit for me to slide one of my own between them. I dropped kisses all over her neck and collarbones while she ground her hips into me.
My hands slid from her waist to her a**, where I gripped her and lifted her higher into the wall. My hands then trailed to her breasts which were pressed into mine. I squeezed each one and worked my hands towards her already hard nipples.
I brought my mouth to each one and used my teeth and tongue to lash them individually. When I knew her nipples could get no harder, I peppered her chest with more kisses, sinking lower and lower towards her center..."
Read the full story here: Rock, Paper, Scissors
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2. Have you met my friend?
"I go to her, I take her soft hands in mine, hands I want to feel all over my body, I want to feel her little trembles as she moves uncertainly across my skin, unsure as to what to try and where to go. I will tell her though.
I will tell her, I will show her, I will lay her down upon my bed and I will show her how you touch and caress a woman. I will be patient and I will resist the urge to ravish her. Where should I start with one so alluring, when every bit of her is calling to me, begging for me.
As she lays before me, I dip my mouth to hers. Oh my, to kiss those lips is like taking a sip of heaven itself. So soft, so full, so tentative, and then she relaxes into my kiss and those lips become eager.
She likes this, this kiss of mine upon her sweet lips. Will she respond the same when I move my mouth to the soft, wet lips of her p***? I hope so. I slow my thoughts down, we have barely begun..."
Read the full story here: Curious Friend
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3. From a dance floor to the bed...
"As if sensing my lecherous thoughts about Maria’s warm tanned body rubbing against mine, another Spanish-looking girl crossed the dance floor and began to move with Maria and me.
I was suddenly sandwiched between two beautiful Latin women. Their arms wrapped around me and each other, and to my surprise, Maria began to kiss me...
My heart pounding, nipples growing erect, I figured she had had more than a few drinks but decided to succumb to her and the other girl’s caresses...
This dance floor seduction between the three of us — me, pale, lithe, and blue-eyed, being groped and kissed by two gorgeous, dark-skinned Latin women... This was heaven..."
Read the full story here: San Jose
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4. An advance in salary is worth the wait.
"She rests her hand on my knee and slides her fingers up my thigh and back down to my knee, caressing me. I close my eyes, thinking about my car payment and debt, and how this could take care of that.
Her soft fingertips tease my skin, sending chills up my body. She turns my stool towards her, and her’s to me, placing her legs between mine. She leans in caressing up my legs, slowly pushing my skirt up, and looking up into my eyes, waiting for a response.
I look back, staring at her eyes, then down to her chest, her full cleavage before me, her breasts pressing against her top. She breathes in deep, her chest rising and falling with each breathe.
I finally get the courage to respond, drinking the last of the wine. 'When do I start?' I reply, swallowing it down.
She pours me another glass, then stands between my legs, one hand begins to slide up my thigh, pressing my skirt up, the other holds the back of my neck. She leans in, her lips almost touching my ears, her breath tingling.
'You can start tonight,' she whispers. 'We are looking for someone to spice up our marriage.' Her lips press against my ear kissing it softly. 'To help fulfill our deepest fantasies...'"
Read the full story here: An Unusual Job Offer
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5. Whoever said math isn't fun hasn't tried this equation.
"I lay on my bed, my legs apart as forefinger, thumb, and third finger closed around each nipple, flicking, rubbing, and pulling my lust-filled tips.
I was aroused beyond belief! My nipples were never satisfied — they didn't understand limitations to pleasurable satisfaction. I could play with them all night and still want more.
But nothing beats the feeling of another woman's lips around my buds, sucking and tugging at my nubs to bring me to a full and satisfying orgasm. Oh yes, girls, I am one of those lucky women who can easily orgasm from a few wondrous moments of nipple rubbing. And as I recently discovered with Katie, only a woman knows how to truly satisfy my lust-filled needs when it comes to breast play.
Oh, how I miss those lust-filled sessions with Katie. Rubbing our breasts together, nipple to nipple, pulling, licking, and sucking on each other's pleasure points. Enjoying climax after climax..."
Read the full story here: Nipple to Nipple Play
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6. When a party of two is all alone...
"When she enters the room, the statuesque frame so lean and beautiful, long dark hair loosely held back with a decorative clip, it takes my breath away.
She smiles as she slowly moves towards the bed she looks as if she is hovering above the carpet rather than walking; as she reaches the edge of the bed she places her hands between my parted feet and crawls slowly up between my legs.
Her eyes staring deep into mine as she came closer and closer to my face. As her lips met mine, she sank on top of me, her fingers gripping my short blond hair and pulling my face to her.
Her pelvis rested against my own, forcing my legs as far apart as they would go, I moved my groin to try and get some friction, but she arched her back away as she continued to kiss.
Her tongue darted between my lips, smooth and soft, her breath warm breathing me in as our breasts pushed against one another as our breathing got harder and faster.
She pushed herself up far enough to push a slim hand down my body to my breast, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb before breaking our kiss to take it in her mouth. I gasp as she nibbles it gently before moving back down my body the way she had come..."
Read the full story here: The Two Of Us
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7. Read in between the lines.
"She sat with the book and opened it in her lap. She slowly began going through the book, one page at a time, examining the pictures. At times, she would gently bite her bottom lip as she was reading, and I noticed her sweet long legs, crossed at the ankles, sometimes moving, like she was pressing her thighs together.
I found myself looking at her more than I was reading my book, and she knew it. It became a game. She would glance up to see me looking at her, and I would smile and look down at my book. This continued for some time, and we were both smiling.
Then at one point, I glanced up at her and saw that she was staring at my legs. She glanced at my eyes but did not look away, instead, returning her gaze to my legs.
I looked back at my book, pretending not to notice, but turned slightly toward her. Then I looked directly into her eyes and slowly let my legs open. Because of how short my tennis dress was, I had no doubt that she could see the crotch of my light blue panties.
Her eyes focused on the spot between my thighs, and I spread my legs a little further. She looked up into my eyes and looked around as if to make sure we were alone. She lifted the large photo book higher, placing it against her waist, allowing me to see the thin strip of blue denim between her legs.
She returned her eyes to her book, and her legs gently and slightly rocked open and closed. I watched with intent interest as her motion moved the denim fabric. After openly watching her for a few minutes, I got up and walked to a spot at the shelves near her, to put my book back on the shelf.
'I was looking at that earlier. It's a beautiful book, isn't it?' I said..."
Read the full story here: Bookstore Encounter
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8. A night to remember was burnt in her memory forever.
"Anne was caressing my cheek lightly with her finger before she asked me if I enjoyed kissing a woman. So my sense of humor kicked in and I said I don't enjoy it, I love it. Then it was my turn.
'So Anne do you enjoy kissing a woman?' She put the humor back on me by saying, 'I don't enjoy it I love it,' and we both laughed before she put her hand on the back of my head to bring my lips closer and kissed me ever so lightly.
As we were kissing I allowed my tongue to penetrate her lips and kissed her very hard and passionately. With our tongues rolling on each others, I felt her hand cup my breast, glad that I had slipped my bra off in the car in case for a moment like this, and rub my nipple with her thumb, before switching to the other one.
When she pushed my top up I had my fingers on her bra closure and released the girls so I could weigh them in my hands. They were heavy and firm and I couldn't resist kissing and sucking them, which I immediately did to a chorus of approving moans.
With that she suggested that we get in bed, and it seemed like a contest who could get undressed first, and she won, which was fine with me, because I could stare at her wonderful figure, before climbing into her bed and allowing her to position me where she wanted me, but first, she said she wanted a shower and asked if I wanted one too, thinking how sexy that could be with both of us in the shower, of course, I said yes..."
Read the full story here: Nightclub Songbird
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9. She made a splash with her hot wet mark.
"There was this string of booths of women selling every type of craft and even a tattoo booth. As I was looking at the signs and pictures I had promised that I would get a tattoo someday so why not today. Just then the prettiest girl came out and looked at me asking if I want a tattoo, and I said yes, so she invited me to come in and go right through to the back.
As she was following me to the back room, she put her hand on my a** cheek and asked if I liked her jeans because they appeared very tight, to which I said I liked tight jeans because they feel like two hands were holding my a**.
She helped me up in the chair which looked to me as if it was an old dentist chair with the back that would go back, and after we picked out a tat to get she had me lay back, and asked if I minded her sitting on my leg and I said no, so up she climbed with her legs around my leg and the left one was tight between my two legs, and we started..."
Read the full story: Women's Festival
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10. Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.
"I turn back towards her but grab her tied wrists. We walk to the cottage in silence.
It is a small space. There is a bed in the corner, a fireplace, a table next to it, and some pots and pans on the other side. I untie her and push her towards the bed.
'Get some rest.' I remove my hat, allowing my long, chestnut brown hair to tumble past my shoulders. I also take off the black bandana hiding the bottom of my face.
'You're a woman?' Her eyes are wide. So, they're green.
Ignoring her question, I walk to the side of the room with the container full of water and fill two cups. I hand her one, her eyes watch my every move..."
Read the full story here: The Captured Princess
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Liza Walter is a writer who covers astrology, pop culture, and relationship topics.