Best Lesbian Poetry Novels & Stories

“I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.” My mouth fell open. “Wait…what? Are you gay?” “I’m bi, babe. What’s there not to love about women?” She leaned back, counting on her fingers. “The ass? Soft, round, perfect to grab. The boobs? God, the way they bounce when she’s riding your face. The pussy? tastes like fucking heaven. But back to what I was saying…you should see the way this girl fucked my brains out.” She launched into it, voice dropping low and filthy.

The clerk didn’t even look up. They wandered, fingers brushing worn spines, silence stretching comfortably. He picked up a slim volume of poetry and passed it to her. “For Women Who Are Birds in Cages Made of Mirrors.” By someone she’d never heard of. She flipped through it, then read one line aloud: “She stitched silence into the hem of her voice, so the world wouldn’t hear her unravel.” Renner watched her, his eyes unreadable. “I like her,” she said softly. “I thought you might.”

“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?”

It sort of was. “But it’s poetry,” Brown-hair whined. “Poetry’s gay.” It was long practice at keeping my face still that kept me from raising my eyebrows. Poetry was anything but gay, but it was something straight men were apparently allergic to. Ridiculous. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” Blonde said darkly. “There’s nothing wrong with being gay—but there is something wrong with being an asshole.” From the blink Brown-hair gave her, he didn’t get it. “Of course it’s okay to be gay,” he said, clearly missing the point. “But poetry is—ouch!”

"Being a lesbian is a wonderful thing. Besides, none of us are really lesbians, we are simply bi." "Bi what?" "By choice. We can make love to anyone on the face of this earth and truly enjoy it. We are lucky. Now please get back to eating my pussy." "Oh," I said, lashing Arora's pussy with my tongue. Being below Arora's pussy had an advantage. All the pussy juices drained directly from her pussy, down into my mouth. I found myself swallowing convulsively as my mouth filled with savory juice. I lapped it up, sucked it from her pussy, and played with her clit, all in a choreographed symphony of movements. I loved being a lesbian. Arora had such a sweet pussy.