Lesbian 18+ Novels & Stories

A tear slipped out, hot and fast, cutting through my makeup. Before I could wipe it away, his hand moved to the back of my neck. He pulled me forward, hard, until my face smashed against his chest. His lips came down on mine in a brutal, crushing kiss that smelled of mint and cedar wood. He pulled back just an inch, his thumb wiping the wetness from my cheek. "Do not cry, princess. Let me tell you something. We Lycans do not get our beast until we are eighteen. We do not shift until our twenty-first birthday. A female Lycan will not shift at all until she is marked by her mate."

Cassandra raised her hand to her cheek, gently stroking her as she stopped at a red light. Selena held her hand, pressing her mouth to the center of her palm. “I don’t think that’s possible anyway. We’re lesbians!” Cassandra laughed, “I would say bi. Know your terms and… there’s always alternatives like the sperm bank, you know?” Selena pursed her lips, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of taking a random man’s seeds and getting inseminated by that.

I have two young werewolf babies walking around a pack of potential mates. “With Alpha werewolves like Leon and me, we can sense our mate before we turn 18. And if our mate isn’t 18 and we are over 18 it is a stronger feeling. But the age to be mated and marked between someone under 18 and someone over 18 is prohibited. It’s against the law. Werewolf law, and human law.” He reassures me.

I reply, looking into his dark blue eyes. “Didn’t seem to stop you earlier from opening your mouth. Perhaps you should put that mouth of yours to better use. Give me a taste of what you have to offer.” He suggests. I know where he is going with his suggestion. I’ve never done anything sexual. It’s forbidden for omegas to do anything sexual before they are eighteen. I only turned eighteen a few months ago, and luckily no one has figured it out. Some omegas brag about turning eighteen, so they can tempt warriors and high-ranking wolves to help them gain experience before the auction.

I tilted my head sideways so I could read the block letters scrawled across the paper hanging from Margaret's hand - Under 18 Rejected Players. Great.

NEW STORY TITLE: Taming My Slutty Daughter (Incest/Taboo) Promiscuous daughter sleeps with desperate father. Enjoy reading.. ********** **Every sexually active character is 18+** This story is about characters from 'Sadie's Healing Pussy' I would suggest reading my previous story for complete insight -------------------------

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.

I couldn’t agree more, right now she’s 17 and he will soon turn 24, there is no laws stating that they can’t be together, not werewolf laws, she just cannot be given her title as Gamma female until she is 18. We follow them into the back room of the center and the room fills quickly as everyone except, Nonna and Alexander enter. I look at Dimitri, he standing next to Christov, but his eyes are locked on Brooklyn, his jaw is clenched and ticking. Braddock runs his hand through his hair, “NO,” he shouts, “this is not going to happen.” Luna Charlie stares at Brooklyn.

LORENZO I had spent nearly twenty years of my life searching for my mate until searching had become more like a routine than a one-time thing. At this point, I let myself know the Moon Goddess basically hates me, and there was nothing, not even killing myself, that would get her to like me. Tonight would be the eighteenth time I was attending the mating ceremony. It's the eighteenth time because I had skipped some years for some reasons best known to me, knowing that not attending was the same as attending and returning with no mate.

Full Moon Heat – the bisexual threesome. The cabin door slammed shut behind them and the air instantly felt thicker. Woodsmoke from the fireplace mixed with the sharp scent of whiskey and the heavy musk already rolling off Rafe. The full moon hung low outside the big window, pouring silver light across the fur rug in the middle of the room.