Lesbian Ritual Stories

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Mating Rituals of the American Midwest

by ruby_slippers76 on Sep 16, 2017
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The day I meet Katrine, I know I am going to struggle: do I want to fuck her, or do I want to *be* her? Or, as is the rare, tragic case, both? Behind her vintage glasses is a pair of twinkling, cobalt blue eyes that seem to be telling a joke even as the house burns down around her. Something in the way she flips her ebony, shoulder-length curls suggests she...

Psyche's Ritual

by jessiefitzgerald on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Dusk forces the sky into submission, ravaging the light into cloaked dark. My naked body trembles and I approach the robed priestess at her beckon. She extends her hand to me, her slender alabaster fingers glowing in subtle moon and starlight. I feel short and small next to her. My breath falls into my throat. This priestess in her cold silk robe intrigues...

Taking Carrie's Soul Ch. 02

by wallywood on Sep 16, 2017
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It's been a couple of years now since I completed the ritual and claimed Carrie's soul. She has turned out to be a real asset to my now growing list of women that perform for me. I could never replace her like I once thought I could, her being my first soul possession and by far my favorite. I guess she was the most pure and most challenging. I can still se...

Enslaved in Fairfax County Ch. 02

by Schlank on Sep 25, 2017
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On the day of my twentieth birthday, a small number of my friends met at my house to participate in the birthday ritual. The group included my younger sister; Amy, my best friend since the tenth grade; Hailey, the girl next door; Dawn and Dawn's mother; Mrs. Lassiter. Also present was a casual acquaintance that Gretchen and I had met at the mall. She worked...

The Replacement Maid Ch. 06

by Mistress_Christine on Sep 25, 2017
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When I woke the next morning it was to find both jasmine and maria kneeling beside my bed watching me. I slowly rolled onto my back and levered myself into a sitting position as maria leapt up and poured out my ritual cup of tea, placing it almost reverently on the bedside cabinet before resuming her place. In silence I leant across and picked it up and bega...

Extra Credit

by Charmadillo on Sep 12, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Professor Angela O'Neil removed her glasses to rub tiredly at her eyes. Continuing a ritual she had already completed many times this afternoon, she turned her head to glance out the tiny window. It was fully dark now, the only light coming from the campus lights reflecting off the thick blanket of snow. Dark and dreary when she arrived in the morning, dark...

The Courtesan

by KimMarie on Sep 13, 2017
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West of France, 13th century... Martine wanted the usual morning ritual of lectures, dance practice, and boring lessons to start, but she knew it was not to happen today. Today was when she was to be informed of her duty. For many months she had gone through the same routine with about a dozen other girls. She looked around the ornately decorated room at th...

Sister Mistress Ch. 07

by LilLindaMelons on Sep 19, 2017
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Katherine woke just after eight o'clock to a light tapping at her bedroom door, as had become a ritual it would be her brother offering a cup of coffee. Kathy fluffed up her pillows placed them against the bed head and called. "Enter Cockslut." Luke opened the door his head bowed carrying her coffee and walked to the side of the bed. "Good morning Mist...

Home 01: New Holiday Home

by Belle_in_south on Sep 11, 2017
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Home for Thanksgiving. To describe the journey to her parents' home for turkey and interrogation as tradition was a gross understatement. Raegan thought of the event as more of a cult ritual. Throw in bleeding and cannibalism and a new religion could gain tax exempt status. Despite the fact that she began dreading the expedition on Halloween, it never occurr...

Amy Lynn The Story Ch. 04

by amy_lynn on Sep 12, 2017
Lesbian Sex

I was starting to get a little frustrated. What started out as a game had turned into something of a ritual. I realized that part of me wanted to go back, but so much more of me was enjoying myself, but always looking for more. It was like a drug. For a while it was insane. I was worried that my husband might be gay, the way he would suck on my strap-on and...