Lesbian Cut Novels & Stories

Samantha almost jumped outta the tub when she saw something sharp in the lady's hand. "What's that???... What are you going to do with that?" Samantha asked with a scared expression... "Lord Damian hates Blondies.." the Housekeeper casually said as she walked towards her with a pair of scissors in her hand... "Please don't touch my hair!" Samantha cried out but to no avail.. The servants held her in place while the woman in charge began to cut off her extremely long hair.... "No!" Samantha couldn't move her hands and eventually stopped struggling and let them have their ways...

Each of these lesbians wanted a piece of her, and if all they could get were a selfie with her, they would happily take whatever they could get. Leslie took out a cigarette, took a puff, and blew a ring of smoke into one of the girl’s faces. She laughed and said, “I am not available today. Get out of here.” The girls reluctantly left, and they crossed paths with Crystal as she came into the café- and when they saw Leslie call her over to her table, their faces turned red from bitter anger.

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

Steel nails stuck out of the cake. Vivi was practically doubled over, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. One of the guys looked at me with zero remorse. "Sorry, Leah. The cream was too soft, so I had them put something in to support it. Who knew you'd shove your whole face into it like a pig?" Someone muttered something about me being just like a pig, and they all burst out laughing again. I wiped the cream off, forcing down my anger, and moved to leave. But Vivi wasn't done. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, eyes glinting with smug satisfaction, and waved to the others.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

Lisa questioned, her hands on her hips as she gave the cleaner a hard stare. The cleaner scoffed, picking up her bucket of water with the mop stick already in it, "why should I apologize? Is it my fault that your lesbian girlfriend can't see and rather ran into me because she was too caught up in her lesbian romantic life as she pulled you into the building the way she did."

Julie just laid back and spread her legs, and patted her closely trimmed pussy lips. I moved down between her legs as she moved up so she could lean back against the pillows. "Some women or girls are going to have lots of hair. Some have very little naturally, or will trim or shave it. I keep mine closely trimmed, but it seems like the girls your age like to shave it all off, from what I hear."

Its blossoming inside of us with each moment spent with the little princess. I lead the way into a nice-looking salon and smile. The she-wolf at the front desk gasps and smiles when she sees us, and I know why. I am wearing a tank top that fully displays my unique marks. I am now the official Queen of Werewolves. Not to mention I have a living, breathing miracle standing right beside me, clutching my hand. "Luna Queen, how may we help you today," she asks, scurrying forward "We would both like a haircut. I think I am interested in some layers while Sasha here said she wants a bob," I say, glancing down at Sasha with a smile.

Then, my eyes popped up. Damn. I couldn't see a single fucking hair down there. It looked so smooth and... Pink. Did someone apply lipstick on my lips down there?！ The tender tissue of my vulva was directly touching the cold, hard surface of leather. I felt more naked and embarrassed than ever. A girl took up a hairdryer and started to blow my hair. "You've got a beautiful mane," the girl said with admiration. "I'll cut your hair to shoulder length first. Then, after Jeremy brings your nightgown, I'll do a classic French roll for you."

— Okay, Rúbia I’m confirmed at her Happy Hour. Isabel, Lucia, Paloma, Rúbia, Laura, Raquel, Alba and me. These were the women who caught the bar people’s attention with their laughter and sharp tongues. To be honest, I don’t remember when was the last time I went out with several women to chat and drink for nothing, and I’m feeling great about it. Observing these girls I notice that they are very similar physically, almost as if they had been made in the same way: fleshy lips achieved through the aesthetic procedure, harmonized roso, silicone breasts, and with remodeling lipo. What changed was her hair. Isabel was blonde too but had short hair that made sure to leave with waves. Paloma alrea