Lesbian Cut Novels & Stories

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?"

– But she told me about when she had to cut her hair short and her mother kept saying it was fashionable among young French women, but it was just an excuse so that no one would know she had caught lice. I found that strange. Lisa never had lice. When she was fifteen, in an act of pure rebellion, she locked herself in her room and cut her hair. She had long black hair that went down to her waist and wanted to get a bob, but our mother forbade her. So she locked herself in her room and decided to cut her hair herself with school scissors. It was a disaster! My mother had to call a hairdresser, and the only solution the poor guy found was to give my sister a very short haircut, but it looked g

Lana said making me look at her wide eyed. “What last ingredient?” I ask as I look at her. Vlash and I walk towards them and see this large pot that contains a lovely pink color liquid. “Ahmn, some strands of your hair since you are the one who will ask the question.” Lana said as I look at Vlash. I take a deep breath before I take my hair and take Vlash’ dagger in his hip then cut some of my hair. “Will this do?” I said handing her my hair as Vlash look at me while I hand him his dagger back.

"Th-Then, Samantha, it is." "All right. I'll put that name on the documents for you. Although, I still vote for Lesley," Kieran offered. "Shut up, Lanz," Jacoben barked. "You only like Lesley because that's the name of the female comic star you used to like." "Huh?! What comics?" "The hot assassin with a sniper rifle. I forgot the title, but I remember she has long, braided red hair and an eyepatch. You used to ogle at her pictures when we were kids. You have dozens of her posters. You little pervert."

She admitted. Luca dashed over to a poster on the wall. He pointed at a celebrity with short, choppy hair. "Here, this is a pixie cut! It's short, easy to manage." He paused once he realized that she looked puzzled. "Oh, right... You probably haven't seen it before... Sorry." She looked at the picture, turned towards him and nodded. "Sure. Short doesn't matter anymore." She remembered how ruthlessly Aria had cut off her hair. The sharp snip leaving her feeling exposed and powerless.

Going toward the drawers I grab the scissors and start cutting my hair "You think your so fucking special huh" I cry out as I take another strand and cut it off "Well news flash you're not, you're really not you're just sick" I take another strand and cut it off "You're broken" I cut off another strand "You're unlovable" I cut off another strand "You're pathetic" I cut off another strand "And most importantly you're useless ... you're not -you're j-just your- oh my god" I drop the scissors and just sob drop onto floor. Crying I start picking up all the pieces of my hair

As a cat, of course it's a common thing, but we've realized this sort of action has a tag to it in this world. Lola had once asked the two of us if we are lesbians and even though I don't understand what that meant, I nodded my head. She widened her eyes then, but then looked around and told us to be careful, but she will keep our secret. I was confused, but up till date, I never asked her why licking someone become lesbian and lesbian being meant to be kept a secret. I don't even know what those words meant, but I'm already defending it in my head, since it was meant to be kept a secret….

Her silver-streaked hair was twisted into a flawless bun. “Is this your girlfriend you spoke about?” she asked Rob like I was invisible. “Yes,” he answered without hesitation. What the fuck? He told her we were a couple? “She is very gorgeous. I’m Liana,” she finally turned to address me. “Bianca,” I said as politely as I could, still stewing from my dream. “She does not want to cut her hair. Is there something else we can do?” Rob asked. “Her hair is beautiful. I would not cut it. Three A texture. Long, curly, and healthy. We could silk press it or give her bigger curls, something vintage like the nineties,” Liana said, visibly excited.

I immediately blushed, tearing my gaze away from her and swallowing hard as I tried to sit up on the bed to speak. “I–you look really good—” But before I could finish, Clara stepped in front of me and pushed me back onto the bed with one hand, settling herself into a position I never thought I’d see in real life. I’d seen it before, just not outside of my laptop screen. That day, I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me, but I’d searched lesbian sex, and one of the videos showed this exact position— Scissoring where two women rub their pussies together.

Pretty cool. "Are you sure you're gonna cut your hair? You're gorgeous even with your hair long." She cleared her throat and smiled awkwardly. "Actually, I want to cut it above my shoulders—" "Oh my!" The gay gasped. "Why don't you just let me do the job?" Krysie looked at him weirdly and chuckled. "Ow-kay?" "What's your name, Gorgeous?" he asked. "Krysie," she replied. The gay winked. "Such a beautiful name for a gorgeous like you."