Fictional Lesbians Novels & Stories

I crossed my fingers because I knew Nicholas was going to be very angry. I put my head in my palms, thinking about what I had just done. I was so horny and desperate for intimacy and solace that I had slept with a rogue, not just any rogue I had engaged in lesbianism? Gosh! I was not a lesbian. This kingdom hated lesbians. If they ever found out I was one then I was done for. Damn…I was so fucking stupid. I felt great, yes! I had the best blowjob of my life and the way she fondled my boobs..mmmm...

"No, mother, no really. There are so many things in the boundless Underworld to explore. During my time there, I have seen so many fascinating people and places. There is the Pool of Memory that rests under the shade of a white poplar tree. The pool shows the aspect of memory in physical forms for those who miss their loved ones. Then there's the Vale of Mourning for those who died of broken heart. Also, the Acherusian Lake where the souls would cry out to those they had wronged, asking for forgiveness..." "Stop that now, Persephone!" Demeter hushed her sternly, "I have suffered so much to bring you back and now you start talking only about the dead. Did your stay in Tartarus make you go mad

And now she knew that, despite not being interested in Dana herself, I had a weakness for the idea of the two of them dyking out. Either when we were having sex or to tease me into having sex, my babe described all sorts of lesbian acts involving herself and her sister. I wasn't sure if what she told me was a recollection of past events between them or just some hot incestuous fantasy she concocted at the moment, but I didn't care. My reactions to Deb's tales were always very enthusiastic. It was insanely hot to pound my girlfriend's pussy or ass while listening to her murmur about the two of us fucking her twin sister and making her service us like a good bisexual slut. That was hands down

I was greedy enough to bask in it. “There’s no way he said that!” I exclaimed, shaking my head at the audacity of some boys. “Oh, he definitely did,” Bianca snickered. “And he was serious. He wanted me and my ex-girlfriend to make out for his entertainment. As far as he was concerned, lesbians exist to turn men on. He reduced an entire sexuality into a fetish, and he was too tone-deaf to even realize it.” “This world is filled with guys who gouge themselves on lesbian porn, yet those same guys would swear up and down that girls loving girls is not a real thing.”

"The best friend i kissed, she's a lesbian. To learn about her sexuality, I did a little research and started reading Yaoi and Yuri comics and I liked it." Leah stood up from Carlos and took the seat beside me and intertwined our hands together and asked, "You read Yuri too? Which one do you like the most?" Carlos asked, "What's a Yuri?" I said, "You know that yaoi is two boys, right? Like that, Yuri is two girls." "Two girls? Leah sit beside me." Leah, "Why? I want to talk to Bella. We have a lot to share." I smiled and patted her head asking, "Why are you so cute?"

We're not close because I don't socialize with them much. "You still haven't changed, Queen. You're still the most gorgeous woman that was ever born." said Zel then smiled. She's still a flirt. She was the one who looks like a cat. "Oh please! Zel shut your filthy mouth! You lesbian!" Klea annoyed said and rolled her eyes. She's the one who has an eye patch. Zel was a bisexual. "Still a bitch and jealous of me, eh?" I mocked her. "You're just jealous of Queen because she's way far stronger and more beautiful than you and you can't accept that the love of your life Yvo was head over heels with her," Rex teased her then laughed.

She ground into me as she moaned into his mouth and he stiffened now hard again into my bottom. With a shuddering heave and a muffled howl, she shoved somehow even more onto my fingers and orgasmed, gushing into my hand. It was better than I could ever have possibly imagined during all of our teasing talks. Feeling a woman shudder below my hand like that was as breathtaking as if I'd come myself. I was astonished realizing that. I had no idea. For the first time in my life, lesbians made perfect sense. * "Oh, I fuck married people all the time, you know? But never just husbands or wives. Only together. A girl has to have standards, you know."

“What do you mean by that?” "Lipstick lesbian means, they are lesbian but wearing usual lady-like." I nodded at what she said. I didn't know that was my lesbian identity. All I know is being a lesbian is that a woman wearing a man’s clothes and acting like a man. "Welcome to the club!" She hugs me after her congratulatory speech. When she broke her hug with me it was as if we were even closer to each other. The two of us lost our shyness until we gradually became comfortable.

"S-so what? "Some students caught us having sex in the gym, she got fired, and I had to transfer schools because of it. She was so obsessed with me that she blamed me for starting to distance herself from her. I moved to England for college, and something unexpected happened. She married my father, what a jerk!" I could barely react to Leo's story. Erika Gonzales was a prostitute, just like me in the past. But what made her think she was a wealthy socialite enjoying her husband's inheritance, which was said to last for seven generations?

"You've been watching me." "We're powerful men, Isabella. We notice things. And we've noticed that beneath your professional exterior, you're hungry for something more. Something darker. Something you're not getting from your mediocre boyfriends." He wasn't wrong. Isabella had always fantasized about powerful older men. About being dominated, shared, used. But she'd never acted on it. "This is sexual harassment," she said, though her voice lacked conviction.