Lesbian Aesthetics Novels & Stories

“Ah! A beautiful woman such as myself sat on your lap for so long, and there is no sign of movement down there.” Levi’s response was in no way inferior in its toxicity, (ꐦ ◠‿◠) “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And whether I have an unmentionable illness or not, won’t you know when the time comes for us to sire an heir?” There was a subtle chill in Levi’s smile, “And this logic of yours is really interesting. Are you implying that you yourself are actually a lesbian?”

Hopefully she actually wasa lesbian and then I could relax, safe in the knowledge that my sex appeal was unquestioned. “I’m not a lesbian and I can resist you, trust me. You really aren’t my type,” she stated, looking me over in a disinterested manner. “Not your type? What the hell does that mean? What’s wrong with me?” I asked, genuinely wanting to hear what she’d say. “I don’t go for cocky, overconfident guys that care more about how they look than whether they have anything interesting to say. Players just don’t do it for me.” She shrugged taking a drink of her water, her amused eyes not leaving mine.

“I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.” My mouth fell open. “Wait…what? Are you gay?” “I’m bi, babe. What’s there not to love about women?” She leaned back, counting on her fingers. “The ass? Soft, round, perfect to grab. The boobs? God, the way they bounce when she’s riding your face. The pussy? tastes like fucking heaven. But back to what I was saying…you should see the way this girl fucked my brains out.” She launched into it, voice dropping low and filthy.

cried the eldest sister, "It's worse than I thought!" "Much much worse," said the second. "The oracle was right! You have married a beast! A monster!" "Oh, no, no!" cried Psyche in tears. "Not a monster! But the most beautiful being in the world!" "Beautiful beings like to be seen," said the eldest. "It is the nature of beauty to be seen, Psyche. Only the ugliness hides itself away. You have married a true beast."

But the air seemed charged with eroticism as the woman radiated a cool, confident carnality. The sexual nature of her intention was confirmed when the woman climbed up onto the dais where the monster bed lay. She undressed nonchalantly, letting her expensive-looking clothes fall carelessly to the floor. Once she was naked, she put her hands on her hips and observed us again. She appeared to be waiting. I’d had a few playful lesbian episodes in my life already. Same as Hannah. We’d both enjoyed our experiences. But in that room, we were faced with something new.

I’d got chills and fever now, fears and longings; I wanted Ellis like hell, but what exactly did ‘wanting’ mean? What did lesbians do? Should I start or would she? Dodgiest of all: was I actually a lesbian? Would I end up wishing Ellis had a cock? I’d a sneaky feeling I might, but one look at her beautiful face, her soft, smooth skin and her long, graceful body made it seem less important. Well, a bit less... When we got to her flat — a place as subtle and elegantly expensive-looking as its mistress — all trace of that briefly pensive Ellis had gone.

I do not believe it is in their nature, but the Unity law gives them the right to be bitchy towards lesser breeds. I believe it is because werewolves and mixed breeds are more attractive because of their fragile feminine features. Lycan women are attractive too, but they have a strong masculine element that detracts from the gentle feminine look. That was why most people found werewolves and mixed breeds more attractive. Qusack cautioned her and then apologised. Shirley did not give us any trouble after that and behaved herself. We talked about many things, but the women remained silent. I could tell that Aliana and Natasha would have socialised without Shirley.

Lea took a deep breath, feeling grateful to Jayden. She answered, "I know, all models at an event like this will wear beautiful dresses to highlight their feminine beauty, but for me personally, women as women themselves already have feminine traits, so why should I try to show that side all the time? I just want to show that as women, we can also appear a little masculine, but not over the line, just to show that we are feminine but not weak. I want to highlight the strong side of a woman, her tough and strong side. Even in a slightly masculine and tomboyish appearance, women can still look attractive and charming. Today's women must be able to do all things independently, not just be a dis

Their attraction spilled all over the place and I felt like a rotten human begging for plastic surgery right now. A bubbly Latina wearing tight black leather pants catwalked in our direction. Her jaw moved as she chewed gum. Her curly black hair looked so gorgeous to me despite my outright hatred of perming. This woman is oozing of sex appeal. I can't believe this creature just taught me how inhumane the Moon goddess is to let a wolf like me be this generic. The woman eyed me carefully from head to toe. "Who this bitch?" she asked. Wow. Her tone is also sexy.

"Isn't... isn't that the sort of woman you prefer? Approve of? Feminist, progressive, strong-willed and independent?" "I... did say that. And that's true!" Then again, she wasn't as wrong as I wanted her to be about my harem of brainwashed sex slaves. Up until this afternoon, I certainly hadn't had many complaints about that aspect of the Seerenex proceedings. Feminism suited me just fine in the classroom and the voting booth, but when it came time to put my lesbian lovers to work begging for permission to suck my cock, I was leaving it at the door, and happily so. I amended, "At least on a macro level." "Macro level? What does that even mean?"