Lesbian Cut Novels & Stories

I'm worried about the question. Luna slowly looked at me. "Are you a lesbian?" she asked me directly. I blinked at her question. I didn't intend to admit it but I slipped. Is there anything else I can do to get it back? I sat up and removed the blockage from my throat. I nodded. "Yes, I am a lesbian. There's nothing wrong with that, right?"

Once, half-joking, half-serious, he’d said, “Short hair gives off lesbian vibes, babe. Don’t do that to me.” I stared at my reflection. Thought about Maira’s mouth on me thirty minutes earlier. The way my body had opened for her without hesitation. The way I hadn’t wanted to stop her. Maybe it wasn’t a joke. Maybe it was a prophecy. I reached for the scissors on the counter, the sharp ones I used for fabric when I still pretended to sew. I gathered the length in one fist and began to cut. I cut until it was the length of a choppy pixie that framed my face. When I finished, the sink was full of my old life.

“I guess I’m a little sensitive…” Tyler continued to kiss her skin, moving down lower each time until she was nuzzling her mound of short, soft dark hair. Daria was just noticing now that all the other girls—at least what she could see—had trimmed or waxed everything down to a thin strip of hair… a Brazilian, she thought they called it. She would have to have that done… hers looked a little unkempt… but Tyler didn’t seem to mind. After brushing her cheek back and forth across Daria’s bush, she extended her head and put her lips on Daria’s labia.

But here, I see Sodom, and it looks like Sodom would be good if my body would be explored the way those ladies were exploring each other’s body. “You saw them, right?” she asked. I shook my head. I didn’t want to say much, because I fear she might ask me to do the same with her. But doing the same with her in the privacy of my room would be good because no one would see us, coupled with the fact that I have not had sex for three whole years, and going lesbian is safer than getting a dick. “They don’t like doing same with me, even if I ask them to help me out, but you said you would be here for me whenever I need you.” She said, rolled out of bed and made towards me.

Some were like you before I initiated them- proud of myself. She smiled. Karen wondered she was supposed to do. Smile too? A awkward smile appeared on her face. “Yesterday was great,” she repeated. “I mean…I kept thinking about it all through the night. It was this morning I realized it was just the sex but the person.” Was this how lesbians toast? Karen wondered. “You have a beautiful soul.” She placed her hand on Karen’s. “I’m not a lesbian, Lorna.” “But we made sparks yesterday. I enjoyed it as much as you did and I’ll be lying if I said I don’t want to do it again.”

The three girls pause, and stare at me like I'm a strange creature on their land. The short-haired girl quickly answers. "I cut it, Luna." I recognize her voice, as one of the girls gossiping from the other room. I've never seen a girl willingly cut her hair before. In the Shifters realm, all the omegas and women are mandated to keep their hair long and lustrous. After all, what kind of girl would attract her mate with hair so short? Mine has never seen a blade before, except to trim out rough edges, and smoothen the long curls. They nearly reach past my waist now.

I twirled my tongue around her savory flesh, bringing Sammy to the point she embraced her tantric titillation. "You should have longer hair," she purred as she ran one hand through my locks. "I don't normally go for butch girls." You guys go be indignant if you wish. These were some sweet teats I was indulging in and I had zero regrets about 'girling-up' for a lesbian. Sammy finally climbed to the mountaintop of her orgasmic quest and howled out her victory.

he said, with his arms crossed at chest level, an act that tensed his muscles, making me shake my head so as not to lose my concentration. “I would never ask for something like that! I can't believe that!" I said, adjusting my dress with hatred. “Yes, you asked. What you wanted was to cut off your husband's dick with those scissors, but I humbly tell you to come to your senses, so you cried some more while cursing that Bruce guy and then asked me to cut your hair,” he said, and as he spoke, more images appeared on my head. “Lanie seems like such a self-possessed, empowered woman,” I remembered saying the night before. “Cut my hair, please. Make me a badass, so that motherfucker Bruce will kn

Cassandra raised her hand to her cheek, gently stroking her as she stopped at a red light. Selena held her hand, pressing her mouth to the center of her palm. “I don’t think that’s possible anyway. We’re lesbians!” Cassandra laughed, “I would say bi. Know your terms and… there’s always alternatives like the sperm bank, you know?” Selena pursed her lips, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of taking a random man’s seeds and getting inseminated by that.

I accompanied a gay friend to an LGBT club. I wasn't sure what to expect. I was curious about what I'd see. I could see a trans lady near the bar. Maybe in her 20s. long straight dark hair. Maybe a wig. Nice face, pink lipstick, eye lash extensions. Her hair covering both sides of her face. She could hide behind that hair if she needed to. She wore a sleeveless black dress, tights and black high heels. She had long pink nails.