Lesbian Cut Novels & Stories

I said with a big smile on my face. “What?!” they screamed in unison. This time, in disbelief rather than shock. “You did what?! Why?” “I don’t know. I just… felt like it. So I did.” I shrugged “No, no, no!” Susan gasped, hands over her mouth. “This is bad!” I looked at them confused, Silver looked horrified. “As a mate to a Lycan, you’re not supposed to cut your hair. It’s forbidden.” “What? I’ve never heard of that.”

Ha! I just got why the lesbian bar is named the Clam Shell. – Sledge It was Knuckles first night working as a bouncer at the lesbian bar. He stood where the new head bouncer, Sledge, had told him to, and had to admit, it was a good spot to see the majority of the place. The main bar was a large semicircular white granite with multi colored lights flashing against it in rhythm with the music. There were two male and three female bartenders behind the large bar. They all wore leather pants and matching leather vests. The women’s were zipped about halfway while the men’s hung open.

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.

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.

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

My need pressed against my skin and my lungs that my breath became uneven. Heat spread through me, low and slow, settling deep between my thighs. I clenched and unclenched my fists slowly , breathing in slowly to get myself back, my wolf was already scratching to be let out, I haven't had sex since I came here , my hands were the only thing that gave me pleasure. I swallowed hard and opened my eyes slightly.

I rolled my eyes. "If you truly loves you then your appearance won't matter." She smiled at me and nodded for me to continue. I slowly cut off her ponytail, Celestial covering her eyes almost the entire time. Her hair fell and framed her face, uneven in some areas. I continued to cut, being very careful to not mess up. When it was done her hair was almost like a pixie cut style but it didn't stay behind her ears and it was a bit longer than usual pixie cuts. Just a bit.

That's how I met Megan. Her black hair was cut short, almost a boy's style. She had nice B-cup breasts and a great body. She was sitting alone watching baseball, so I figured that she was a lesbian. I was surprised when she came up to talk and flirt with me, shocked when she offered me a ride home, and floored when she said she wanted to have sex. I didn't know what to think. Was she really looking for a boyfriend? Then I realized, Who cares? I was lonely, and being with someone tonight would be comforting.

Lidia flinched. Erika stepped in front of her. “Can you do it?” The stylist’s lips curved slowly. “I can make her mother cry if that’s what you want.” She gestured to the chair. Lidia sat. The cape fell around her shoulders like a curtain closing on her old life. The scissors came out. The first cut sounded like bone snapping. Her long hair slid down her back and pooled on the floor. Lidia stared at it. That hair had been brushed by servants. Pulled by men who owned her. Gripped when she cried.

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.