Fried Green Tomatoes Lesbian Novels & Stories

“Three c-cks, two holes, how would you divide things up?” “F-king hell,” Greg’s exhale was a moan. “Tom, do you have the…?” “Yes,” Tom passed it forwards. A tube of lube. She had to laugh that, somehow, Greg and Dan had located lube amongst the stores in the strip below and had deemed that an essential to bring back to the apartment. Was she surprised? Not particularly. Horny werewolves.

"The kids said it's a tomato. Want to try it?" Liam stared at the tiny, unripe, thumb-nail-sized green fruit in her palm. The bright green skin made it obvious it wasn't ripe. Seeing his hesitation, Cecilia withdrew her hand, ready to put the fruit away. But Liam suddenly caught her hand and popped the fruit into his mouth. The sourness exploded instantly, sharp enough to make his brow twitch. Cecilia burst into laughter, covering her mouth. "I tricked you! I'm not that dumb. Of course I know it's not ripe. I just wanted to tease you. You really ate it?"

"I had one of my kidneys removed and donated to my sister. I have a mole in my vagina. I hate pickles and I love tomatoes. Which one is the lie?" Sam nodded, looking confident. "You hate tomatoes, Let. You always say that it makes your skin itch." A collective 'ooh' was heard from us and we waited for Leticia to confirm it. "He's right." Sam cheered with his arms in the air and climbed off the tank. He offered a helping hand to Leticia, but she ignored him and easily climbed inside. "I still have your underwear from the first time we had sex. I was a chess player in College. I love basketball and I hate spinach."

Charlotte titled her head and pouted her full pink lips, grinning when her blonde lover leaned down to kiss them softly. “Yeah, but this is Pride we’re talking about. What kind of shitty lesbians would we be if we skipped out?” “Hey now...speak for yourselves, I’m reppin’ the Bisexual team all day!” Liza giggled as she shimmied out of bed and stumbled to the restroom. “Yeah, you’re the B in LGBT baby girl so nice try but you’re not getting out of it!” Brody called after her with a mischievous chuckle.

Ashley whimpers and her hands move to the small of my back, pushing my body against her and I raise one hand over her head to hold my weight off her. "A lot of things turns me on, baby. " She whispers, pushing the jacket off my body before her fingers hooks around the hem of my shirt and she yanks the clothing over my head, her hands moving across my chest and I see the way her eyes widens when she catches sight of it. "Sinclair—" she mumbles, her eyes drawn to slits as they meet mine and I smile at her, holding my hand over hers and tracking her fingers over the two inked words just below my heart: Little Greene.

Lunch is ready and on the table, with everyone seated, when there is a knock at the door. Liam walks over to pull it open, revealing a beautiful woman. She is tall and slender with dark chocolate skin, raven black hair and vivid green eyes. She looks like a model that has stepped right off of the cover of a magazine. Greer, for reasons unknown to herself, is not too thrilled as she watches Liam pull the woman into a hug. The beautiful woman laughs like his hug is the most delightful thing in the world and Greer bites down so hard on her teeth that she fears she will crack a molar.

he asked frowning realizing there was only one glass of wine on the table and next to me was a glass of orange juice. "I don't feel like it" I lied with a small smile, hoping he wouldn't notice and he nodded and we continued eating. "Everything was perfect, thank you so much for this dinner babe" Alexander spat smiling. "There is something else." "What's that? I really don't think I could eat anything but you right now." Hearing his words I couldn't help but blush, he always managed to make me feel that way. "It's not that" I said shaking my head "take the envelope under the table and look at it."

And I type this exactly as he said it; “Please let me fuck her tight pussy bare until she’s dripping with my cum. Please let me breed her.” Yours faithfully, Leon&Green. Grace groans as she cums hard around my fingers.

“We’ll circle back to that. Later. After I’ve had my fill of you.” The heat that flared in my chest was almost enough to chase the sting away… until I blurted, “Tommy never… you know. Went down on me.” Stacy stilled, jaw tightening slightly before relaxing again. “He said it was gross. That only lesbians did that. That it wasn’t something real men did.” There was a pause. A single breath of silence before Stacy leaned close, eyes fierce and locked on mine. “Then call me a fucking lesbian,” he said low and sharp. “Because I will worship you with my mouth until you forget that bastard’s name.”

Surprisingly enough, Margaret found a sense of peace there. "I was desperate to find this team a coach," she explained. "So I bowled straight up to these gentlemen and asked if any of them would like a job coaching a girl team. Don't be scared by their intimidating appearance. They're the nicest gay couple I'd ever met." Then she laughed. She'd give up hope that those Russian guys had taken the idea seriously. With a beaming smile, Margaret turned to drag them over. "Thank you so much for coming! Introduce yourselves to the girls!"