Fictional Lesbians Novels & Stories

"There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..." You don't like sex?" He cut her off. "I do, but not like that." "Are you asexual?" Was he even listening to her? Talking to him was futile. How could he even think she was asexual after their first sex? "Most ladies in the slave quarters are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You and your twin sister need to explore a bit to figure out what you both are." "I know what I am and what I want." "Are we playing dub-sub in my bed?"

Her Dane. Some lesbians have gotten married over the years because they wanted to hide who they are or because they were forced too. Although, the marriage becomes hell and never lasts, they were able to have sex and tolerate their spouse even if it's just for a little while. Few has even been able to bear children. Surely she can do this.... right? She can do this. She wanted to. Dane is not just anybody but the man she truly wants to be with all the time. The man she loves. Surely, being intimate with him won't be so bad....right?

, I said. "Trust me I will not fall in love with you ". "And why not? aren't I sexy enough?", I joked. "Of course you are, damn I'm going to flex you as my husband, but I won't because that's my pen secret that could probably jeopardize this whole marriage thing ". "And what's that?". "I'm a Lesbian ", she said. I looked at her shocked, "Wow I did not see that coming ", I said and started laughing. "I know right? my parents are strict catholics, they'll bury me Alive if they ever find out. That's one of the reasons I'm fucking with this whole marriage shit idea, so I can finally flirt around with women publicly and no one gets the idea cuz I'm married".

Nothing. The priestess nodded and her Farrah Fawcett hair didn’t move at all. I’ve seen helmets with more give. “We are the virgins of the One True God. No man shall touch us, all shall bow to the One True God.” I leaned towards Maurice. “I think it’s okay. I think they’re lesbians.” “You can’t say that,” said Maurice, his eyes darting around guiltily. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, but virgins, no man touching, giant dildo on a stick...”

He would laugh his ass off and tease me for not being able to manage a little she-wolf. “Aleks,” he gasped exaggeratedly. “Don’t tell me you are afraid that she is too pretty and would be targeted by other he-wolves… and she-wolves.” He then gave me a wink and teased. There were many openly gays, lesbians, and bisexuals in the underworld, it wouldn't be a wonder if my mate could attract lesbians and bisexuals at today’s party. I was about to retort to him, but my mate opened her mouth first. “I would even wear a blindfold so that I wouldn't have to see your ugly faces,” she spat the words coldly.

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

They are not meant to reflect real-life ideologies, social structures, or belief systems. The main character is a woman who disguises herself as a man to survive and protect herself in a world where female strength is underestimated or suppressed. Her journey involves deception, danger, and deep emotional challenges. This gender disguise is a part of the fictional plot and is not intended as a commentary on gender identity, expression, or real-world gender roles. It is used solely to serve the story’s character arc, themes of identity and survival, and dramatic tension.

He looked at us so confused, "a lesbian what?" We pointed at the wall that was blinking in red and blue lights saying "ladies night" He looked at it and seemed to be even more confused. I couldn't stop myself from laughing. He was just adorable. He shook his head, "I'm sorry... Honestly I'm so confused. And I am not homophobic... I have a sister who's trans and she goes through the worst hate in this world for being herself.. So I would never let anyone else go through that. We honestly thought ladies night meant.."

As a cat, of course it's a common thing, but we've realized this sort of action has a tag to it in this world. Lola had once asked the two of us if we are lesbians and even though I don't understand what that meant, I nodded my head. She widened her eyes then, but then looked around and told us to be careful, but she will keep our secret. I was confused, but up till date, I never asked her why licking someone become lesbian and lesbian being meant to be kept a secret. I don't even know what those words meant, but I'm already defending it in my head, since it was meant to be kept a secret….

Felix was right, it is true. “Are you done, Felix Banks?” “You want me to tell father the spots where you practice lesbianism?” “It’s not a bad thing to be a lesbian, you geek!” “Imagine the bloggers finding out about you being a lesbian. How would tomorrow’s headline be?" “How am I not sure if this bitch close to you is not a blogger?” Beverly asked Felix, looking at me disgustingly. “That’s enough!” Felix's father ordered with his high voice. “Definitely not enough for Felix”, Beverly continued.