Lesbian Aesthetics Novels & Stories

Shalling was unique. Standing there in her bra and tiny panties, her form was a masterclass in anatomy—a dangerous, sexy silhouette without a single flaw. She wasn’t just exceptional; she was divine. She moved sluggishly toward the bathroom, and as she walked, a hot rush of blood surged through my veins. I am not a lesbian, but the sight of her naked form ignited a raw, lustful burn within me. If I could feel this for her, I could only imagine the frenzy she would inspire in a man.

Jan’s still firm thirty-six C cup size with incredible big nipples on huge aureoles, they must be more than an inch in diameter, are magic for me. “Tell me what both of you want and like, Kate.” “Help us live our our fantasies. “I want my man to masturbate while he watches. Lesbian sex always has an extra dimension with my man watching, enjoying and masturbating,” I tell her as she rubs her cunt on mine as we tongue kiss with the tips of our wet tongues. "That is so good, so fucking good," I moan as she continues to grind her cunt into mine. “And I want you to make me squirt, really squirt,” I whisper as she lays me on my back on the bed, then puts a pillow under my ass.

Beauty said, standing in between them like a peacemaker. "She is so superficial, it stinks," Shelley replied. "I didn't mean it like that," Lisa replied with a frown. "How did you mean it?" Shelley replied, her voice rising just enough to catch the attention of a few nearby guests. "I-I was talking about aesthetics. I just wanted a certain look," Lisa said, suddenly flustered. "A certain look?" Shelley cut in, with her eyes blazing. "Please, continue. Tell me how my twin sister, who's been nothing but kind to you, didn't make the cut because she doesn't fit your P*******t board wedding. Go ahead, say it with your chest."

Tiny moonstones rested among the braids, making my dark hair glow as I looked at myself in the mirror. They applied almost no cosmetics; apparently, Lycan nobles preferred natural beauty to be displayed, and due to their sensitivity to scents, cosmetics are not commonly used. When the attendants finally stepped away… Even I stared because the mirror reflected someone elegant, confident, and beautiful. She looked nothing like the frightened kitchen maid who had once scrubbed greasy pots. She certainly didn’t look like Gina Hane. She looked…regal and dangerous. Bey seemed satisfied, too. “You look beautiful and better.”

She finished off her glass of wine in a single gulp and Lisa poured her some more. "I'm fairly certain," I said, looking up at her from between her legs. "Another slave recently told me sexual orientation is not about who you fuck, it's about who you want to fuck. Since she preferred cunt all the time, she considered herself a lesbian. Since I would prefer cock, I'm heterosexual." "If you just started, how did you become so good?"

Women like me don’t usually get paired with men like that in other people’s minds. Before Sienna changed her style, before the glow up, nobody would’ve pictured her with Knox either. She looked like a brilliant bookworm, soft spoken, layered sweaters, heavy glasses. Nobody saw that coming. And me? I’m very Afrocentric, with a natural, earthy style. Dashiki vibes mixed with African aesthetic. Natural thick curls. Minimal makeup. Big hoops. Lip gloss. Skin oiled and glowing. I smell good. I dress well with clothes tailored to my body, not hiding it.

I whisper. “What? Do you think that because we are lesbians, that we have not studied the male species? They are all cut from the same pattern, so it is not difficult to know them. They are predictable.” “That comment is a bit feminine.” I shot her a hard look. “I do not approve of what you have said at all.” "Feminine my balls, which I don't have. Now everything is supposed to be macho, misogynistic, feminist or feminine. Shit! Have to extrapolate everything.”

I, Audace, have always been a lover of the finer things in life. My passion for the Belle Époque era has led me to cultivate a refined taste for exquisite cuisine, elegant attire, and, of course, the most exquisite pleasures of the flesh. As a life coach and a cross-dresser, I've found that my unique perspective on life has allowed me to create a niche for myself in the world of sexual liberation.

“I still wanna know, bisexual women feel both dick and pussy, right?” Joe was drunk, talking in Zahn's face. “Now, people claim that lesbians don't feel dick at all. How's that possible?” Zahn looked at him like he was annoying her. “That's cause they don't.”

Some of it was just nasty and degraded all involved, others had looked exciting, sensual, and some of it had seemed hedonistic. Some of it, well some of it was obviously the result of people losing all control and had seemed wildly erotic. Id gone through lists: lesbian sex, straight sex, orgies, doms and subs; classic porn and new porn, some even labeled ladies porn, meant for the discerning woman. Id watched it all, and Id found a lot of it intriguing, but maybe not for me. I always went back to one category, no matter what, though.