Hairy Lesbian Novels & Stories

her scalp, wielded a pair of shears with which she clipped and clipped, twisting the locks and securing them under a helmet of bobby pins. By the time she had finished, Arlyne's moppy hair had become a tight, shiny mass of sculpted curls. Billie visited Madame Berger twice a week to have her hair dyed with henna and combed into a coiffure style with the help of two huge shell combs. Those visits were not just a beauty ritual, but a reconnaissance mission to find out who was hanging out with whom, or, more specifically, who was sleeping with whom on the Lower East Side. Madame Berger's small establishment catered to the wives and girlfriends of mobsters, who showed up early on Friday afterno

a lady made a grand and obscure entrance that had the most elaborated and detailed mask of a devil hound that symbolizes a powerful presence. Her clothing was a slit black backless dress that showed her backside revealing her soft white skin. She was indeed a Luna Ishtar. Her scent was very silky and a very potent aphrodisiac to any Hewolf who dares approach her. It's was spell binding. Her skin was showing. it was milky white that was subdued by her clothing that had magic to suppress it and it's mild effect to make her a bit approachable to the 'Council' that she was about to attend.

“No, no she did not.” “I’m not surprised,” Pam sighed. It was no secret among the lesbian community that being the first to have a relationship with a woman who had formally been heterosexual was risky, at best. Many women are just there to sample the other side of life before deciding to go back to their male counterparts. This was something that weighed heavily on Fiana. She found it difficult to believe that Pam had not been with a man, other than the rape, and had only fooled around lightly with her schoolmate and friend.

"You brought someone with you? Ari?" Ariana sighed. "Yes. She's a friend. We went to Alaska together" Anna kept staring at Jasmine suspiciously. There was something about her that made Anna want to stare at her. Her face looked so familiar. And why is her hair white? Instead of the usual black or brown or blonde?. She decided to ask Ariana. "Her hair?" Ariana smiled. "She is a hybrid. Werewolf-witch hybrid" Anna furrowed her brows. "That still doesn't explain her hair color. Is this her hair color?"

Hilda, a voluptuous 34-year-old woman, had always been drawn to the darker, more taboo aspects of sexuality. She had spent years exploring her desires, pushing boundaries and indulging in the forbidden. Her two closest friends, Beatrice and Clarissa, were kindred spirits – both equally curvaceous and adventurous.

covered in so much dark hair. It looked like she has never shaken in her entire life. I noticed the hair under her arms as well. A smile emerged on my face by my young she-wolf. It didn't bother me anyway. I don't mind playing in that hair as well. Her hairy pussy was perfectly made for my 12-inch cock. I saw how fat it was when she turned her back towards the closet and bent down wiping her feet, that my wolf made me tempted to hold her down and frigged her for she was ours. My wolf didn't care that she rejected us. All that matters is that she was made for us by the moon goddess. She is our Luna. As she stood straight, I couldn't get the image of her vagina from my head. All my life sleep

I stuttered. A chirpy blonde approached me in all smiles. “Hi, I’m Raina” she introduced, pointing over to a red-haired girl. “And that’s my mate, Sheena. We’re representing the vampire district” Her mate was..a girl? “Raina, you’re...” “I’m a lesbian” She concludes. The smile on her face slowly waxes off as she asks “Does that disgust you?” “Not at all” I say. “I think it’s cute. You two make a cute couple”

Meanwhile, the third she-wolf on the left had fiery red hair, sparkling green eyes, and an almost hidden claw. The laughter that could be heard once again caused the female werewolf in the middle to speak to the female werewolf to the right of her, who was named Ariana. "How interesting, Ariana. A wounded little hybrid girl and a weak female wolf. We can settle this quickly. There's no need for our leader to get her hands dirty with this kind of garbage."

Drunk on the animal attraction that had been pulsing between us. Sexy Lily -which I had suspected wasn't her real name but was doubly sure now- with her flaming red curls, matching red lipstick and little black dress. Sexy Lily that had felt like mine as I had broken past her hymen and made her scream. Sexy Lily that was currently sitting at my eye level looking shell shocked.

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.