Lesbian Babysitter Novels & Stories

she took a business card from her pocket, "call me if you can't make it back here." "It's not like the hotel is huge for me to get lost." "You can never tell hahaha. You might end up in the wrong room." "Luna de Jesus. Are you the manager here?" She was surprised. "Yes... why do you seem so shocked?" Luna chuckled. "You're the manager, and Demi has you babysitting me." "He likes it that way; we're hands-on with the special people in his life." "Ah... so even his ex, you were hands-on with her too?"

“If I had his kind of money, you’d never hear from me again.” Before I could respond, Lilac returned, a latte in one hand and a business card in the other. She slid into the booth beside Ariana with a smug grin plastered on her face. “Well?” Ariana and I leaned forward expectantly. “She’s a real estate agent,” Lilac said, holding up the card like a trophy. “Name’s Hailey. Thirty-two. Single. Lesbian.” She grinned wider. “And now, potentially interested in yours truly.” Ariana gasped dramatically. “Lilac! You’re unstoppable.”

The silence of the room snapped into a buzzing heat of whispers. I reached the base of the wooden platform and locked my fingers together, squeezing them until the joints turned white to hide my trembling hands. Luna Catherine stared at me, her sharp eyes scanning my face with a flash of recognition. I had spent three years carrying her silk shopping bags and selecting her stationery. “Lisa Hartwell?” she asked. Her voice lacked the warmth she usually showed me. “Do you truly understand what you are volunteering for?” “Yes, Luna,” I said. “A one-year contract. I carry Alpha Cameron’s child and deliver the infant to him upon birth.”

She wanted to punt her out a window. “Sky,” he muttered, “Let’s just go home.” He stepped past her toward the door, stopping just inches from her shoulder. Close enough she felt the warmth radiating off him. Elisa gasped dramatically, like she’d just witnessed someone cancel Christmas. “Wait…hold on,” she squealed, rushing forward in her sparkly heels. “You’re leaving? Already?? Sky, that is literally so lame.” Sky’s head whipped around. “Excuse me?” Elisa folded her arms, hip popping out with Olympic-level smugness. “You just got here. And you’re gonna dip because your babysitter got a little messy?”

"Doing what?" "Babysitting, mostly," she said, leaning in, her eyes shining with a warmth that felt dangerously genuine. "For a very wealthy family. They have this little girl... Oh, Mama, you should see her. Her name is Louise. She’s... she’s adorable. She has these big, soulful eyes and she’s so smart. I’ve only been there a short while, but I already love her so much. Sometimes, when I’m holding her, I feel this connection... like I’m her own mother. It’s the strangest, most beautiful thing." The world stopped.

she winks with dollar signs dangling on her head. Abby, or her full name Abigail Grey, has always been my babysitter. My sister has a hard time letting her do part time job since she's concerned about her safety, thankfully she's totally okay in allowing her only daughter to babysit my kids. Oh yeah, I have two kids. Should I start again? Hi, I'm Sophie Summers. I have two kids that came out of my vagina (in case you think they're adopted or by surrogacy) and I just applied to be a sugar baby.

What was I going to do with a slave and how would it ever work in my current relationship? "I don't know how that would work, Rhonda. If you are submissive, why not submit to a lesbian Mistress? Mistress Dark is a lesbian, why not choose her?" "She uses her slaves to train other submissives and dominants, Domina. I'd end up having sex with men anyway, and it wouldn't be only one which you and Lisa clearly love and you're so devoted to." "What about my Mistress, Rhonda?" Lucia asked. "Brianna would welcome another lesbian slave of your caliber. You would never have to have sex with men, even to get pregnant. She doesn't require it, it's simply the way we've chosen to do so."

"Office," "Alright, Autumn, let's go." I pulled her hand and led her to the back. Lois was the bigger problem since she was a full-time lesbian and a playgirl. She's never committed to anyone. That was why she only had female workers and all except me were lesbians and her sex slaves. She hired them for her reason. Autumn stopped walking when we got close to the office door. I looked behind me and raised a brow. "Can't you hear that? Seems like your boss is busy,"

"We don't talk about it. To be honest, I have no interest in any of that stuff." "Then why do you want this job?" He frowns in response. "It's babysitting. I didn't realise that put me in the world of thugs and hooligans. I didn’t realize it would bring me back to you.” Ivanov’s lips twitch up at the side. "It kind of does, unfortunately." Jesse takes his own turn to smile, a little bitter, rubbing his hands along his knees, not realising how much his skin had clammed up until his damp palms brush his knees through the slits in his jeans. "May as well get paid for it then, right?"

I was exasperated, disagreeing with her brilliant idea. Now here's the thing. It's not like my mother never appointed babysitters for me when she had business trips and contests to judge. But, all in vain, there were hundreds of complaints registered against me which led them to quit the job- which had a pretty fair pay- and now those files are probably rotting somewhere in the attic. These babysitters even took payment for their damages. I'm not a monster or anything but it's just their necessity stuff used to mesmerize me and as a curious explorer child, I was prompted to check them out.