Lesbian Erotica On Medium
Stories by Dierdre Winter
I love writing women finding sex and connection in the midst of their daily lives. These stories arise out of the fantasies I have while I'm at work, on the subway, at a coffee shop, or working out at the gym. Although I'm often too shy or uncertain of myself, these
A Young Woman has a Summer Fling With Her Friend’s Aunt
“Take off your suit,” she said, without giving me any more room.
Wriggling in the tight spot, I did what I was told. When I was naked, I met her eye, summoning up whatever icy defiance I could to hold her impassive gaze. I felt the power shift back in her direction, but I was happy to see it go. At that suspended moment, before anything had happened, I knew I only wanted to do everything I was asked to do.
“Don’t go easy on me,” I gasped.
She traced her nails down the center of my body, leaving the hard, red gumdrops of my nipples painfully untouched. Watching the expression on my face, she scratched all the way down to my inner thigh. I gasped, the want building in me.
She didn’t make me wait for long. Turning her hand, she pressed the pad of her finger against the wetness of my pussy and waited for my lips to spread, inviting her in. Without breaking our eye contact, she slipped inside, immediately finding the spot that made me jolt. When I closed my eyes and threw my head back with the suddenness of the pleasure, she grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at her.
“I want to watch you come.”
I met her icy blue eyes and worked to stay focused on them, though the pressure of her fingers inside me and the rhythmic rub of her palm against my clit made my body feel like it was going to explode. My eyebrows raised and came together in the middle of my forehead in an expression of pleading, and because I was panting, I was helpless to keep my mouth closed.
A Young Woman Spends the Night with Two Older Women After Her Car Breaks Down
I pulled down the zipper as far as I dared, trying to find that ground between being overtly seductive and so cautious I didn’t give off the right signals. I pulled it down to just above my belly button so that a long swath of skin glistened in the orange light of the lanterns.
There was a subtle shift in the mood, and I noticed furtive glances shared between the two women as well as ones that sought to see what was hidden just inside the shadows of my onesie. They had caught my move, and now I waited with a thudding in my chest to find out what they would do.
“You know,” said Kim, turning toward me, the lapel of her robe so askew that I could see the full curve of her breast, “the person who left that onesie behind wasn’t really our niece.”
“No? That’s too bad,” I said with a lilt of innocence in my voice. “I was getting used to thinking of you as my aunties.”
They both laughed. “Well, you can feel free to think that of us, sweetie,” said Kate.
“Because we really do love our nieces,” said Kim, picking up Kate’s thought.
“Especially when they come and sit on our lap and give us a chance to snuggle.”
Her comment shot through my body like a flaming arrow, setting the whole thing alight. I felt the throb of heat in my pussy and the sharp flutter of possibility shoot across my chest. The game was on.
Maintaining the innocence of the scene, I stood up and moved to her lap, leaning back against her, my legs spread over hers, my toes just barely touching the floor on either side.
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“I don’t want to take advantage of the situation,” said Michelle.
“No, I want you to. I want you to take advantage of me.”
Michelle moved in closer and tucked a loose hair behind my ear. Our lips were inches apart. The flutter in my body was almost unbearable and every inch of my skin begged to be touched.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” asked Michelle, stroking my hair just above my ear. From this distance, the scent of Michelle’s faintly vanilla perfume filled my senses. I breathed in deeply, wanting to remember this moment every time I smelled that smell for the rest of my life.
“You’re going to have to show me how,” I whispered, blinking with exaggerated innocence, the warm wetness of expectation spreading out from between my legs.
The Bartender and The Sorority Girl have Rough Lesbian Sex
“Take off your clothes.”
Lana complied, slipping the ruined dress off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. With one last haughty look at Holly, she slid her thong over her thighs and stepped out of it. She didn’t meet Holly’s eyes, but stood naked, her arms at her sides, her hard nipples a blotchy red from being pinched.
“You’re learning to listen,” said Holly, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her close. She could feel the other girl’s heat, and anger and arousal mingled in Holly’s brain until she couldn’t tell them apart. She liked the sound of Lana’s jagged breathing, the desperate wide-eyed look on her face, the faint smell of nervous sweat on her naked body.
“What are you going to do to me?”
As Lana became submissive to her power, Holly felt a calm descend upon her, a kind of clarity. The anger still burned in her, but it had been sharpened and honed, as if it were light transformed by a prism. She only smiled impassively, not wanting to give her advantage away.
Holly set the course without warning. Roughly pulling her hair, she positioned Lana on the couch with her arms over the backrest, her knees on the cushions, her back arched, her ass in the air.
The Freshman and the Senior Experiment with Lesbian Sex and Watersports after A Party
When we kissed, she tasted like the night before, sour and salty and sleepy, but it was beautiful, intimate, perfect. Her cool tongue slipped into my mouth fearlessly, tasting me, mingling her body with mine.
“Do you have to pee?” she murmured, kissing the soft skin of my neck.
“So bad.”
“Hold it,” she said, a command.
Her aggressive eagerness took over, catching me off guard. I’d expected her to be passive, uncertain, shy, but she was an unstoppable force. She kissed down my body, sucking my nipple until I felt the blood come to the surface. Grabbing my wrist, she twisted my arm behind my head and devoured my exposed armpit, licking it with the flat of her tongue while I squirmed with shame and pleasure. From there, her lips moved down my body, kissing my ribs, lingering over my belly button.
When she moved below, her kisses grazing the wayward curls of my bush, I grabbed her head, “No,” I gasped.
“Hold it,” she commanded again.
Two Young Lesbian Teachers Have Passionate Sex After a Long Week of Work
Michelle felt Laura’s eyes on her, drinking in her body, her full breasts and hips, her strong thighs and shapely calves, the delicious curve of her round ass.
“Oh my god,” said Laura. “Now, you have to take it. You look so much better in it than I do.”
“Nonsense,” said Michelle, smiling.
“I’m serious, your body is fire in that. I don’t think you’ll need to wait long to get some action wearing that.”
Michelle sensed that the moment had toppled and she blushed all over. She felt a rush of heat and wetness in her pussy; she felt the bottoms of her feet sweating, her knees go weak, her heart flutter.
“I….” and then they were kissing, pressed up against the dresser. Laura’s mouth felt hot and cold at the same time, her tongue slipping deftly into Michelle’s mouth. Her hands were already on her breasts, gently caressing.
A Stressed-Out Lawyer is Fisted by her Young Lesbian Massage Therapist
Smiling, Emily led her to the bedroom. She was aware that her light robe had come open somewhat, and that from behind her bangs, the girl was unable to resist glancing at the widening expanse of flesh. The feeling thrilled her. She loved the idea that her body, the sight of her skin, was tempting this young woman into doing something she knew she shouldn’t do.
Although she liked to think of herself as the object of someone else’s irresistible desire, she knew deep in her heart that she had never been innocent. With her cousin, she’d worn bathing suits that barely covered her, bending and posing whenever she sensed the other girl was looking. In college, she’d changed with the door open, inviting those stolen guilty glimpses from her roommate who was powerless not to look. With her boss at the bookstore, there had been late nights doing inventory, stuck in that tiny office so close to each other that they could smell each other’s hair.
This time, though, she wasn’t going to let it fizzle and come to nothing.
After Joni set up the bed, she invited Emily to get on and slip between the sheets. Before she could offer to leave the room, Emily shucked the bathrobe, dropping it to the floor, again enjoying the gaze of another woman across her body. Tonight, she knew that the gaze wouldn’t be enough.
Lesbian Cousins Have a Taboo Affair on the Farm
“You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to kiss.”
I laughed, but then I met her eyes and saw her earnest seriousness. This was no happy accident, no convenient experiment for her; seeing it clearly, I had to admit that this was real, which was wonderful and terrifying at the same time.
With my head spinning, I broke away to get us some more snacks. I saw the way she stared at my tits, which were barely contained in my loose Daffy Duck tank top. Without allowing myself to think it, I had dressed with her in mind, keeping myself hidden under a thick hoodie until we were safely cuddled under the blanket. It felt good to be desired, almost necessary.
That night, we slept in my single bed, even though she had a sleeping bag and mattress set up on the floor. We didn’t bother with the pretense of pajamas, stripping down to our panties and tank tops.
“Are you going to wear that dress to church again this weekend?” she asked, her face inches from mine.
“Shut up! Mama forced me to wear it for singin’ in the choir.”
“I thought it looked great.”
“It looked like I was a bridesmaid catapulted out of the eighties or something.”
She laughed, and I tackled her. I didn’t yet know a better way to initiate physical contact. This time, she didn’t hesitate to take my cues as an invitation. Effortlessly, she flipped me on my back and got on top of me. She put her fingers to my mouth to tell me to be quiet. My body stilled as I looked her in the eyes.
Two Women Have Hot Sex After A Pole-Dancing Class
But, all those questions were answered when she slammed me up against the wall inside the door of my apartment and kissed me. I wrapped my thigh around her hip like it was a pole while she explored my mouth with her tongue. Instantly, I tumbled into a world without doubt or inhibition, a world where all that mattered were the urgent needs of our bodies.
“Is that what you wanted?” she asked, her body pressed hard against mine, her lips still brushing mine.
“Was I that obvious?” I asked breathlessly.
She smiled, but instead of answering, she slid her hand down my belly and past the waistband of my sweats to trace the outline of my pussy through the thin fabric of my shorts. I gasped at her touch, focusing on her eyes while her fingers explored me.
“How about a private lesson?”
“I don’t have a pole, though.”
“This will be a lap dance lesson. Take off these clothes,” she said, snapping the waistband of my sweats as she backed away from me.
