Lesbian Cut Novels & Stories

The sharp sound of scissors slicing through strands of hair echoed like a melody of liberation inside Haris’s luxurious apartment. Serena stared at her reflection in the large mirror before her. The long black hair that Dewangga once praised—the same hair he would stroke after belittling her—now fell onto the marble floor in rough, uneven pieces. When the final strand dropped, Serena stood still. Her hair now rested at shoulder length, cut into a sharp bob that framed her pale face with a newfound edge of authority. She brushed on light makeup, replacing her soft eyeliner with bold, defined strokes, and finishing with a deep crimson lipstick.

— 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

I just had my hair cut short to my shoulders and styled it like I had curls at the ends and dyed it light ash brown to change my hairstyle. "We're so pretty, omg! I feel like I'm going to find love after going to the bar." Lanie said, looking at her newly rebonded hair in the small mirror she brought. "May your words come true," Lorna said. Annaliza and I just shook our heads. Annaliza has a boyfriend now, Lanie just broke up with her boyfriend and Lorna… she's just quiet. They ordered drinks that weren't too strong, I don't know if it's true, but because I didn't want to be a killjoy, I drank the same alcohol they did. I'll just make sure I don't get drunk.

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."

the look on her face told it all, Stacy was in trouble, Kelly had scanned Stacy over and shook her head. "Well guess you don't know how to take care of your hair now do you? It looks like a rats nest." Kelly said, her voice full of disgust. Stacy sighed as Kelly made her sit on the chair again "Well we will fix this so it's not a problem anymore." Kelly said laughing and went to go get scissors in the bathroom. She grabbed Stacy's head and started cutting off all her perfectly red and curly hair all the way to the bottom of her neck, it was very short there was very little hair left it made her look even more like a boy. Kelly just laughed and slapped the back of Stacy's shoulder "There you

I sat down and ordered a lesbian cocktail. I started sipping on it as I checked people downstairs. The view was pretty awesome. I saw two girls eyeing me a bit.. one was interesting and my type, which was girly.. the other one was too butch for me. I don't take butch girls home coz some are just complicated.. one doesn't wanna be fucked, one wants to be called daddy, one is abusive, one wants you to listen and obey every shit she says... so I don't want that kinda complication in my life...

Her slim waist and rounded hips were accentuated by the well-tailored cut of her dress. “My God girl, you’re looking at me like a man would. It’s kind of creepy,” Sylvia said with a shudder. Her words brought Pam back to reality and back in check. Sylvia had no idea Pam was a lesbian and she wasn’t about to let her know now. From some of the comments Sylvia made over their years of working together, she got the impression Sylvia wouldn’t be supportive of her choice in sexuality. It was better to keep her in the dark. At least for now.

Flashback One Year Ago Chelsea walked into a dark room elegantly, swaying her hips from side to side. She sported a bob-cut hairstyle and together with her all-black-themed make up, her entire appearance gave off a rebellious vibe. The room was dimly lit with hues of dark blue and red glowing out of certain areas. A dark-skinned man sat on a bed in the middle of the room.

Being a lesbian was for women who cut their hair short and wore flannel! A part of me knew that was a stupid, bigoted thought, but I was grasping at straws. I was also grasping at other things, as my rationalizing had nothing to relieve the heat building in my body. My traitorous mind contemplated what it would be like to kiss her, what sounds she would make as I nuzzled her neck. As my left hand continued to knead my breast, my right dipped down to the waistband of my panties. As it slipped under I could feel the wet warmth there, and I knew I'd lost the battle.