Lesbian Cut Novels & Stories

3. LISA I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers. My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them.

"I'm not going to allow you to cut your hair because of some silly comment!" "I've always wanted to cut it anyways," Lily mumbled matter of factly with a shrug. She pressed the scissors against her hair. Triggered, Ethan charged towards her, snatching the scissors from her, leaving a tearing scratch on her hand. Lily cried, "Ahh!" holding her injured righ hand, blood dripping from the cut. She shifted her eyes back to Ethan, who held the scissors with both hands, glaring at it with clenched jaws and darkened eyes.

"Oh that's it, right there." Gabrielle might've been an amateur when it came to lesbian lovemaking, but she knew exactly what she liked someone to do to her. It was quickly turning out that Callista liked many of the same things. Keep it up, baby," Callista cried out as she held the back of Gabrielle's head, "We're almost there."

“Something… different.” “Me too!” Sarah chimed in. So, they went to a trendy salon. Clara showed the stylist a picture of a chic, modern hairstyle she’d seen. She wanted something bolder, something that felt like the new, more confident Clara emerging from the shadows. Sarah, inspired, also opted for a dramatic cut. The hours flew by, filled with the hum of dryers, the snipping of scissors, and their excited chatter. When they were done, they both looked in the mirror and gasped. Clara’s hair was shorter, layered, framing her face in a sophisticated way that made her eyes pop. Sarah’s new cut was equally stunning. They looked like different women, empowered and ready for anything.

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?"

Lily pondered for a long time and cautiously asked, "Lucas, are you sure you want me to cut it?" "Lily, come on! It's just a haircut, not as if you're taking my life. Go ahead!" Lucas tried to appear casual. Seeing that Lily still wasn't completely relaxed, he added, "Even if it's not so good, you have Mr. Tony as your backing, I can get him over with just one call!" "Lily, since Lucas has said this much, and I know your skills, go ahead and cut with confidence!" Bianca chimed in. "Alright! Here comes the scissors, please close your eyes!" Lucas sat upright and obediently closed his eyes; he felt Lily cautiously but gently begin to cut, and he couldn't help but feel a tingle...

A low whistle slipped out of him as the scene on the unblurred part of the screen played out—Sabina strapping that thing on, the other girl already on her knees, ass up, back arched like she’d been born for it. “Damn,” Enzo breathed, shaking his head slowly. Another whistle, sharper this time. “Didn’t know lesbians got down like this. Look at the way she’s taking it—shit, that slap. That girl’s ass is gonna be bruised for a week.” He actually laughed under his breath, the sound too loud in the quiet room. “Respect, man. Respect.”

(Katerina's POV) In the past, I had always kept myself neatly trimmed. However, while conducting my research, I learned that in most BDSM circles it was submissives who trimmed or kept a bare pubic area. I did break with convention somewhat by getting the area around my vaginal lips and asshole waxed. I discovered that it felt much cleaner and it was also more pleasurable when Kol went down on me or 'worshiped' me, as I now liked to call it.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

Eh, a seasoned lesbian knows her own squad. "...All I'm saying is we're young, dude. Now's the time to get shitfaced so we'll have glory days to look back on. Who wants to be boring old people fighting over bingo cards!?" The tall, masculine platinum blonde smirked to her exasperated dark haired friend, who started walking backwards so she could face her head on. Like just about everyone else here, they were barefoot and showing off their alluring forms. Blondie was sporting a pair of dark grey board shorts and a thin turquoise tank top, and literally the tiniest white bikini I've seen in a hot minute adorned her more feminine counterpart.