First Lesbian Seduction

Femme is most often a term used to describe a lesbian who exhibits a feminine identity. It is sometimes used by feminine gay men, bisexuals, and transgender individuals.The word femme itself comes from French and means 'woman'. Heavily associated with lesbian history and culture, femme has been used among lesbians to distinguish traditionally feminine lesbians from their butch (i.e. masculine) lesbian counterparts and partners.[a] Derived from American lesbian communities following World War II when women joined the work force, the identity became a characteristic of the working class lesbian bar culture of the 1940s–1950s. By the 1990s, the term femme had additionally been adopted by bisexual women.

Feeling overwhelmed by loneliness, I installed a one-way mirror in the bedroom of the apartment next door, which I specifically rent out to muscular men. One day, through the mirror on the wall, I watched my tenant with his girlfriend, caught up in their fiery passion. I couldn't help but be drawn to his strong physique and impressive size. One day, I pulled him into a small, dimly lit cubicle with me...

Si Kheene Cuenco ay anak nang nagmamay-ari ng isang Make-up Brand Company. Matalino, mabait, gwapo at mapagmahal but still iniwan pa din siya ng kaniyang kasintahan. Kagagaling lang niya sa isang break-up nang magkaroon ng malaking problema ang kanilang kompanya, at para ma-resolba ito ay kailangan niyang pakasalan ang lesbian na anak ng kaibigan ng kaniyang ama. Inaasahan niya na hindi ito matutuloy, ngunit nagka-mali siya. Sa kanilang matagal na pagsa-sama ay hindi namamalayan ni Kheene na nahuhulog na pala siya dito. Pilit man niyang pigilin ang nararamdaman pero mas lalo lang ito lumala. Ngunit naisip niya, paano siya nito mamahalin pabalik kung ang gusto nito ay babae? Matatagalan ba siya nito maka-sama o tulad ng una niyang kasintahan ay iiwan din siya nito sa huli?

I crave excitement in my life. To do that, I send my deskmate a video of me pleasing myself with a toy. Bit by bit, it awakens his desires…

Olivia had only one goal when she started high school and was transferred to Clover High: she wanted to be popular and stand out not only academically but also in extracurricular activities. She wanted to be a part of the popular crowd so she wouldn't have to go through the ordeal she went through in elementary and middle school. Her stepsister Zoey, who adores her, discovered that she is the bullies' favorite prey. Olivia despised Zoey at school and hid the truth about her true relationship with her until she could. Worse, Olivia became one of Zoey's bullies. How far will Olivia can conceal the truth about herself and Zoey? How far will Olivia can hide her true self and ignore her growing feelings for her stepsister? ~*~ P.S. This is LGBTQIA+ themed story. (Girl's Love | GirlXGirl) If you are not comfortable reading this kind of genre, please don't proceed.

Sa edad na bente otso ay kilalang kilala si Laura Samonte sa loob at labas ng bansa. Tinaguriang syang dead threat eater sa mundo ng pagaabugasya, marami na syang naipakulong na kilalang tao na sumalungat sa tama at katotohanan. Ayaw man pero napilitan si Laura na pumayag sa kahilingan ng kanyang Ama na maghire ng body guard na poprotekta sa kanya umaga man o gabi. Don't steal my story, this is my original. No part of this book maybe reproduced, disturbed, or transmitted in any form or by any means or stored in a datebase or retrieval system without thr prior permission of the author.

We had been married for three years, yet my husband, Richard Thornton, who suffered from touch deprivation syndrome, still refused to consummate our marriage. Every time his condition flared up, he would only press his forehead tightly against the curve of my neck. I assumed he was saving himself for his first love, the woman who had left years ago. Then, I overheard him talking to his friends. "Stop teasing her next time. It makes her tense up every time." "Got it, Richard. But if you care about Valeria so much, why won't you touch her? It's been three years. Aren't you worried she'll leave you for someone else?" Richard shook his head. "You don't understand. The longer we're together, the harder it is to control myself around her. She's so delicate. I'm terrified I'll hurt her. As long as she's mine, I wouldn't care even if she slept with someone else first." His friends burst out laughing. "Richard, you're all talk. If you could really handle her being with another man, you wouldn't keep running to the hospital. You think we don't know what you're up to?" The next day, I found Richard's medical records. Visit after visit, he kept asking the same question, "How can I be gentler in bed? I don't want to hurt the woman I love."

After a heartbreak, my friend introduced me to a cycling club. I didn't expect what seemed like an ordinary cycling night to have such a hidden, unspeakable thrill. As I watched my friend interact with a male member, my gaze faltered, and my heart raced. I couldn't help but wonder if I might try something like that too. Because... I'd been waiting for a moment like this for far too long.

A can change everything. One with your best friend, and it changes the whole dynamic. What will you do when you get to know that your best friend has been in love with you? What will you do when she doesn't want to be friends anymore and wants more instead? * “Everytime I see you with a guy, my skin burns” Millie hisses, pinning me with an intense look that makes my belly flip. I am pinned to the wall with her caging me. “Do you know how hard it is to pretend that you are only my friend, and nothing more? That I love you but cannot have you?” Her words spin inside my head, and the thundering beating of my heart echoes in my ear. How do we come to this situation? I pant as she leans closer, her eyes averting to my parted lips. I am having thoughts of her. Hell, I see her in my dreams so often now that I am not sure what she means to me now. Millie caresses my cheeks and a shiver runs down my spine. “I can't pretend anymore, Grace. It's getting really hard” she whispers in my ear and I squirm. When she meets my eyes, I say something that surprises her. “Then don't.” I crash my lips on hers, crossing whatever lines we had.

While I was nine months pregnant, the apple of my husband’s eye moved into our house. Whenever she saw me, she would make a sad face. My husband was sure that I was flaunting my pregnancy to make her angry. “Rachel is frail, and she can’t get pregnant, yet you’re walking around making her upset?! Do I seriously have to teach you a lesson?!” He ordered the bodyguards to lock me in the attic that had not been in use for a long time and told them not to give me food. I pleaded for mercy and told him that the ultrasound scan showed that the twin babies were too big. I told him that the doctor had claimed that I had to be hospitalized while I waited for my delivery. But he laughed as if he had heard the world’s greatest joke. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice. “You’re still three days away from your delivery date! Enough with the pitiful act! Repent while you’re in the attic! This is what you get for making Rachel upset!” The contractions hurt so much that I clenched my fists to the point that my nails broke, but no one unlocked the door to the attic. My piercing screams echoed in the attic for a long time until my whole body was soaked in blood, and one of my babies was stuck between my bloody legs. Three days later, my husband ate his breakfast that was not up to his taste and said, “Have Jane make breakfast for me, then have her apologize to Rachel with a gift. If she’s sincere enough, I’ll send her to the hospital to deliver the babies.” But no one dared go up to the attic because the blood that flowed down from it had already reached the second step of the stairs.