Fictional Lesbians Novels & Stories

But that was the nut of the problem. There was one girl in the school who was an open lesbian. Her name was Lisa and she played on the softball team and was all of the clichés that people associated with lesbianism. She was a bit masculine, she was strong and athletic, she had a deeper voice, a bit chubby, and was a bit aggressive. Furthermore, she tended to alienate girls and discomfit boys. It didn't matter that she was a very nice person when you got to know her (Rachael knew Lisa when they were younger and had been friendly acquaintances if not friends). But that wasn't Rachael. She wasn't just suppressing some sort of inner stereotypical lesbian; she was a lesbian and girly-girly.

The idea of the final freaked her out and she was losing her confidence big time. Towards the end of the season, Nora and Stefanie had called a truce. But now we'd made the final, the truce seemed to disintegrate. I could hear them shouting from the other end of the park. "What? What did you say? Say it to my face!" Nora sneered. "It's a fact. I'm in another league," Stefanie retorted back. "Let's think - who scored more homeruns than you?" said Nora, pretending to think. "Oh! It's me! Not Stefanie 'in another league' Jenkins!"

She'll be called in later in the play to use her practiced hands to finish Chanarong off and to use her astounding body to drive him crazy with desire. Roger: "She's a real stunner, Lily. So the girls are all naked now except for stockings and stilettos. What happens next?" Lily: "Well, Roger, as you can see, Jenny and Vicky have stepped back and are indulging in some heavy lesbian petting while they finger each other's pussies and bums. While they're substitutes they can indulge in whatever degraded act they wish just as long as they're not using any tools or toys and they don't touch the Punter. As you can see they really know how to put on a show."

He felt he would be able to recognize her, no matter the guise she might wear. Lesbians were doing their own thing in their corner and then there were those who had men and women in their groups. Some were a group of three, a threesome, sone four and so on. Dr. Clive felt like puking but he pasted a tense smile on his face. This place was Sodom and Gomorrah reenacted. And this was the place his wife visited? How could she come to a place like this and claim to still be faithful to him? He recalled all he had heard about this place by all he had come in contact act with, especially Rogers. He had half thought that they exaggerated but now he saw that their descriptions were an understatement.

Jenny came for a sleepover and while Jenny watched her favorite cartoon, Tasha had retorted to playing with Trucy's cat, Fin, not playing with the cat but picking on the cat and Jenny had not found it funny with her. She stopped after several warnings from Jenny and that night, as Jenny had her bath, she watched her and young Jenny did not find anything wrong with Tasha watching her take her bath, few years later, she found out that Tasha has been initiated into lesbianism by the girls in her class and that night made sense to Jenny. Ever since that night, Tasha has always dreamt of the day she would get naked with Jenny and explore her and tell her that there is a world where girls rule.

Jennifer, trying to hide her arousal, said, "So lesbian talk is as blunt as hetero talk." "So it seems," Lara nodded, as she grabbed Jennifer's ankle and began to put the stocking on.. "I thought lesbians could try taking a girl's clothes off?"

"Laila, if you don't tell me what you know, I am calling off this relationship and sending you back to the slums where I picked you up. Don't ever bother to reach out to me." "Oh no!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling like a frightened rabbit as she nervously scratched the back of her head. "The thing is, well, some of my journalist friends were investigating a story, and they uncovered some rumors circulating underground about your daughter's sexual preferences, suggesting that she's attracted to women." "That's not true..." I began to protest, but she continued, "Someone even claims to have seen her at a lesbian bar with a butch, or whatever they call girls who present themselves in a mor

My dating debacles seemed to bring all the women in my life together. Somehow, through no fault of my own, Veronica, Trish, Beck, Stella, and Roxie had all formed an alliance against my sexuality. One would think lesbians would welcome other women into their tribe, encourage them to explore the nether lips, embrace the love of estrogen-not my friends. The more time I spent with them, the closer we all became, which was great, except they'd united in a plight to return me to the heterosexual dating pool. I felt cheated, unwanted. I threatened to call the LGBTQ Human Alliance about their discrimination, to which they all found great humor.

Queen accused. I didn't like where the confrontation was going but I didn't meddle. Vivian can take care of herself, or so I thought. I was wrong. Vivian laughed manically before responding to her accusations; "You wish! But then I would gladly be a lesbian than have anything to do with the opposite sex! Yes! You heard me right! Infact, I'd rather become a nun than be with boys! Deal with it! I'm a lesbian! Deal with it!"

“I’m grateful, sir.” She turned to leave. But as she opened the door, a pair of boots were waiting outside — unmistakably Imani’s. I leaned closer to Shawn and whispered, “Do you know what’s going on?” He shrugged. “That they’re both lesbians?” I nodded dramatically, laughing. “Obviously.” “What’s a lesbian?” Diane asked innocently. “Can I be one?” Shawn’s head snapped around. “Diane!” She burst into giggles.