Lesbian Table Stories

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Table Manners

by stalford on Sep 12, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Kim carefully pulled up the driveway. Stepping out of the car she tried as hard as she could to close the door quietly. She walked up the short cobbled path that led to the front door of the house, with her keys at the ready. She slid her key in, turned it quickly and rotated the door handle as slowly as possible. Taking stealth like steps into the hall...

The Table

by LadyHeathersBox on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

I'm bent over the table, legs spread wide. I grip the edges, the glass biting into my palms, my knuckles white with effort. She kicks my legs further apart, admonishing me for my perceived lack of effort. Grunting, I spread my legs even further. Pleasure bordering on pain shoots up my thighs and straight to my clit. The insides of my thighs feel like they a...

Waiting Tables at The Cozy Corner

by Madabouthair on Sep 18, 2017
Lesbian Sex

The story features a natural woman, so readers who find the thought offensive should pass it by. For clarification consult the story tags. Thank you. ***** It wasn't the career path 47 year old Kelly Dodge had expected, going from being a Physical Education teacher at a private Catholic school to waiting tables at a hectic breakfast spot that had seen bett...

Pool Table

by Starrzback on Sep 12, 2017
Lesbian Sex

All day long in the car I played with your hair, your neck and your ears. Now I get to explore your entire body. Anticipation fills my mind as it races with pictures of things I cannot wait to explore with you. Your touch, your scent, your voice are all things that make me wet with just a thought. I become more excited by the minute as we head in the door....

Alice's Restaurant: Table for Four

by Evil Alpaca on Sep 25, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. Also, this is the second part of "Alice's Restaurant," and sort of a third part for "Of C...

Turning The Tables On Tina Ch. 1

by cristena on Sep 14, 2017
Lesbian Sex

"She's watching us again," Lori says. "Who?" "Next door. Upstairs window. Look up, but don't be obvious about it" I cast my eyes up, towards the open window. It's a hot day, too hot to do much but make languid, indolent love in our upstairs bedroom. The small table fan on the dresser circles lazily, cooling the post-coital sweat from our sprawled bodies....

Turning the Tables Ch. 03

by Sam Cornell on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

Sitting in the hotel lobby, sipping at a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, I am surprised to realize I am nervous. It is not the surroundings. The palm trees, the art deco styling, and the luxurious leather couches are familiar to me, not just at this hotel but from all those palaces around the world that for the last eighty or so years have effortless...

Turning the Tables Ch. 01

by Sam Cornell on Sep 12, 2017
Lesbian Sex

"Good evening, Miss Cornell. My name is Ellie. If you'd like to take all your clothes off, and lie face down on the couch under the towel, I'll be back with you in just a second." Ellie is younger than any of the masseuses I've had before. Nineteen maybe, twenty max. Prettier too. Petite, but with a full little body and chocolate brunette hair drawn back pr...

Turning the Tables

by Petrarose on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains graphic sexual descriptions. If you are under eighteen or likely to be offended, please do not continue to read beyond this point. This story is the property of the author. Copyright 2004 March, All Rights Reserved * Petra let her tongue slide slowly over the wet folds of flesh. Playfully licking the tip of the erect...

On the Massage Table

by redmaxxx on Sep 16, 2017
Lesbian Sex

"Welcome," said Joni. "I'll need you to fill out this form." "Sure, yes, thank-you," said Emily. Joni considered her patient. She was young, twenty-something. Blonde, freckled, curvy. She filled out the form with seriousness, knitting her brows together, leaning over the clipboard slightly, a hint of cleavage showing beneath her sensible blouse. "There,"...