Lesbian Aesthetics Novels & Stories

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.

"Women don't like being vilified for their appearance. They hate being called ugly or being insulted, whether it's directly or indirectly!" "Well, Lycans don't like being insulted either," Drex noted. "I’m not finished! Women hate being called old, fat, thin, or wrinkled. And don't even mention body parts—like calling someone’s chest 'balloons' or their backside 'a pot.' Those are insults!" "Are you sure? I’m just finding this out now. How strange." "You're the strange one!" "Me?" "Yes! And another thing: women don't like to be seen when they’re at their worst—unbathed, messy, or smelling 'sour.' We need time to put on makeup so we feel confident in front of you!"

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

I was greedy enough to bask in it. “There’s no way he said that!” I exclaimed, shaking my head at the audacity of some boys. “Oh, he definitely did,” Bianca snickered. “And he was serious. He wanted me and my ex-girlfriend to make out for his entertainment. As far as he was concerned, lesbians exist to turn men on. He reduced an entire sexuality into a fetish, and he was too tone-deaf to even realize it.” “This world is filled with guys who gouge themselves on lesbian porn, yet those same guys would swear up and down that girls loving girls is not a real thing.”

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

Gaby muttered under her breath. Elena looked at her from the corner of her eyes, eyeing her from her head down to her feet. Blonde haired, pretty face and a nice body, she was perfect. Small boobs, and her ass, she had not gotten a perfect look for that. “I’m not lesbian.” Gaby said, making Elena scrunch her face up in disgust. “You disgust me. Just because I’m checking you out doesn’t mean I’m lesbian. I like to check out peoplee.” “Because of?” Gaby asked and looked at her, her blue orbs staring back to Elena’s orbs.

She ground into me as she moaned into his mouth and he stiffened now hard again into my bottom. With a shuddering heave and a muffled howl, she shoved somehow even more onto my fingers and orgasmed, gushing into my hand. It was better than I could ever have possibly imagined during all of our teasing talks. Feeling a woman shudder below my hand like that was as breathtaking as if I'd come myself. I was astonished realizing that. I had no idea. For the first time in my life, lesbians made perfect sense. * "Oh, I fuck married people all the time, you know? But never just husbands or wives. Only together. A girl has to have standards, you know."

“We’re aiming for an aesthetic that is powerful but soft. Think vintage. Think Italian cinema. Silk, lace, maybe some velvet. Dresses that move like smoke. You’ll keep your edge, but differently.” I crossed my arms, letting my eyes drag over both of them. “I’ve always been feminine. The bun and suits just made people think twice before messing with me.” Rob smirked. “Exactly. But that’s at work and that’s the other Bianca. Now, you’re a different Bianca.” Liana added, “These looks will enhance your dual appeal. The curves, the red hair, the green eyes. Add heels to reinforce the feminine silhouette. But the aura? That remains yours. Dark. Commanding. Intoxicating.”